#I SAW THEM IN THAT POSE AND SAID TO MYSELF “Why does it look like hes being crucified 💀”

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Warning for more gen loss spoilers‼️‼️

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The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

We took off into different areas, aiming to find our last piece, and as I went into the direction I aimed for, I felt as if a piece of me is drifting little by little, that led me to know that they are not here, I tried so hard to hold myself from sprinting in another direction to look for them. I interacted a little with the fans then went to hannie. A bit later Chan hyung came looking on edge, it doesn't appear too much on his face but I can pinpoint it when his angry or stressed or any other emotion, cause that's what we're here for after all.

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

"Her? She? A girl?" I asked cautiously as if someone will hear us and understand, it was shocking to me to hear that our last piece was a girl, cause we just predicted that since the eight of us are males, the last one would also be a he, but i guess fate has other plans, and I was getting exited.

"Yes, min." Chan-hyung said, he smiled at me, "she's over there, go and see her and I'll tell the rest, and she doesn't know that we're soulmates, she didn't understand the pull, oh, and I'm warning you, she's too beautiful you might get blind" he added, then I raised my eyebrows at him, he's already smitten, even though he didn't even get to talk to her yet. I nodded then took off into the direction he came from, as he went to hannie and the rest.

I stopped and waved to the fans, I felt it, she was here, I looked around and saw it, the most enchanting (e/c) orbs I've ever seen, there she was, our last piece, she looked at me with a cute little frown on her pretty face, oh god does she look so innocent and pure, she looks like the type to get hurt from even the wind, how did she survive in this cruel world without us, i can't believe she lived all those years without our protection and care, I can't imagine how many hopeless guys tried to court her, I felt a vein pop in my head, she's always been ours, even if we weren't there with her, no one has the right to be near her, then I saw a hand wrapped tightly around her shoulders, my eyes widened, i looked to her side only to see a guy in his twenties glaring at me with his hand around MY soulmate, MY GIRL, how dare he, the audacity he has to glare at me while touching our girl, i glared at him back, then a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, I turned to see changbin and Felix, who looked at me with a look that says "don't forget that we're in a concert", so I turned back then posed with them for the fans, as they looked at her, they had the same reaction as me, who can blame them, no one expected our last soulmate to be a beautiful lady, i helped them to stay in touch with reality and not get too carried away, and one by one we all had seen her, and we all had one thought in our mind, what the hell is that guy to her?

Y/N pov :

As the concert went on I was certain that all eight of them had eye contact with you, I can't help but think that they are coming in this direction way too much, but maybe I'm only overthinking, but whenever they came this way, my heart feels like a ball of emotions, I feel so happy, and whenever they made eye contact with me, I felt like blushing and hiding somewhere.

Through out the concert, I felt jack's hand wrapping tightly around me, I looked at him, I didn't know why he was acting like this, but maybe it was because of the stares I was getting from the boys, he brought my head to lay on his shoulder or chest more than once, not that i complain, it was comfy.

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After the concert ended,we headed home, we ordered dinner and ate, and the next morning, we went to the fanmeeting, jack was tagging along with us, me and Lucia were discussing yesterday's performance, with jack laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with my fingers.

The fanmeeting started and we were going down the line to get to the boys, my turn came and I sat Infront of the first one that I had learnt his name was Han Jisung, he was looking down at first, and then when he looked up and looked me straight in the eyes, I felt as if my whole body was on flames, beautiful flames, electric shocks went down my body, i couldn't take my eyes off of his, they looked like they hold the whole universe and more, Jisung was like me, but he looked like he knew what was happening, he then smiled softly.

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"Y/N" I said, then he quickly signed it writing a bit more on the page then proceeding to close it and put it aside, while I was playing with my fingers, he then looked at me and took my hand in his, this sent a jolt of electric shocks through me, I looked at him shocked, and he only smiled.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

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Jisung's POV :

"Bye~~~" I said to one of the fans as she moved to hyunjin beside me, I looked down at my bracelet playing with it a little until I felt someone sitting Infront of me, I looked up only to freeze, it was her, our last piece, our girl, she really came, we were going to go look for her after the fanmeeting, but she's here now, I felt my body burning up in flames as her beautiful orbs stared into mine, she's more beautiful up closer, I smiled softly at her.

"Hi there, pretty." I said with a soft tone, unlike the hyper tones I use most of the time, something in me is telling me she's a big sensitive softie, she blushed, oh my gosh, she's so cute, I couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness, I'm barely containing myself from getting overhyped as to not scare her away, my leg is bouncing under the table from my excitement, then I heard a small voice, and i realised it's hers, and oh my god isn't it so sweet.

"Hi" she said barely as a whisper and I literally felt myself melting, I gently took the album from her hands, I opened it to sign then I realised that I still don't know her name, so I looked at her and asked her for her name flirtatiously.

"And what is this beauty called?" I looked at her waiting eagerly to know the name of my last soulmate, I saw her blush and say "Y/N" I didn't waste time and signed the album for her, our Y/N, even her name is beautiful, I felt someone glaring daggers at me so I subtly glanced at my right side only to find that it's the same guy from yesterday, the one who dared to put his hands on our girl, I returned the glare without anyone but him noticing then I wrote my number on her album with a "your handsome soulmate" on the side then I closed it and looked up at her again, she was playing with her fingers on the table, not looking at me, ah i think I'm gonna die from her cuteness, I took her little hand gently in mine, and I instantly felt as if I was in heaven, she looked at me shocked so I smiled at her, then I felt the glares again so I asked her, hoping that I get a negative answer.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?" I said knowing that her being alone for too long, could make her think that she's alone and she could get a boyfriend, and the thought alone makes me rage, but who can blame her, the blame is on us for not finding her earlier and on the said boyfriend, if there's any, to think that he can take somebody else's soulmate.

I felt hyunjin's leg hitting me underneath the table, but I didn't care, not when that damn motherfu-ker has the audacity to touch my girl and challenge me in public, I heard her pretty voice denying that she has any.

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

"I wouldn't want my sweet soulmate to have a boyfriend now would I ?, and neither would want the rest of us" I said winking, and I saw her stop functioning for a second, then she blinks and looked at me with a shocked face

"What---" she said but she was cut off by the manager as he said that the time was up, and ushered her to hyunjin a bit harshly making both me and hyunjin glare at him, but before I opened my mouth to knock some sense into his head, another fan sat Infront of me, so I forced a smile on my face and made a note to talk to him later.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

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- Why Didn't You Wait for Me? -

Rindou Haitani - Words: 1405 warnings: uhh reader gets their drink spiked, dw nothing happens!! just a warning in general ive never been to a house party, never gotten my drink spiked so i did my best if its bad my bad.

no pronouns used rin calls reader pretty and ran calls her princess

hehe he poses so goofy. (got this off Pinterest ngl to u.)

You stand in front of the lively house, your phone in hand. You glance down at your phone and then back up at the house. This was the address Rindou had sent to meet at. You glance back at your phone looking over the messages you two had shared in the last hour.

———

[You]: [image]

[You]: does this look ok?

[Rinnie<3]: You look perfect. Now hurry up, you know I don’t like to wait.

[You]: are you sure they’re ok with meeting me?

[Rinnie<3]: Yes, they are happy to meet you.

[Rinnie<3]: Ran says to hurry up he wants to see you.

[You]: what was the location again?

[Rinnie<3]: ➤ Started Sharing a Live Location with you.

[You]: omw.

Read: 9:26 PM

———

You sigh and glance back at the building sending him a quick text, before you walk towards the front door. 

When you reach the front door, it’s cracked open. You push it open and step into the overly crowded two story house. You glance around scanning the crowd looking for either Rindou or his older brother. Your eyes flick from person to person, group to group. You bite onto your lip and glance back at your phone.

———

[You]: i'm walking in rn

[Rinnie<3]: Wait for me at the door.

[You]: ok hurry there's so many people

[Rinnie]: I’m wrapping something up just give me a min.

———

You stand by the door, awkward and out of place, nervously twisting your fingers and tapping your foot in waiting.

Your head turns when you hear a voice call out to you. “Hey there, you look lost. You looking for someone?”

You nod your head, “Yeah actually, well kind of.” 

“I know almost everyone here, shoot, I can probably point you in the right direction.” He gives you a charming smile, stepping right next to you, your shoulders almost touching.

“Well, my boyfriend said he’d meet me here,” You stated, unsure of whether or not you should tell him or just wait.

“C’mon, shoot!” He challenged rather confidently.

“Okay… I’m looking for Haitani Rindou and Ran, do you know where they might be?”

“Hmm,” He places a finger on his chin, “I think they might be in the kitchen, that's where I saw them last… Let me take you?”

You glance at your phone then back at him, “Yeah, alright.” 

He guides you through the mass of people around the house, you stick close to him as he leads you towards the kitchen. 

You pass through the archway that leads into the kitchen, you glance around and see no sign of your boyfriend.

“I don’t see him.” You voiced looking towards the guy. 

“He was just here, I swear I saw him.” He places his hands on his hips, “Here, I’ll help you look.”

“Ah- I should just go back to my waiting spot.” You point your thumb over your shoulder.

“I insist!” He remarks, reaching a hand out to which I just glance at. He retracts it and scratches the back of his neck. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Kenji. Would you like to get a drink and look for your boyfriend and his brother?”

You hesitate for a moment, “Yeah, alright.”

“Cool, what can I get ya?” He turns towards the liquor. 

“Oh- I don’t really drink.” You clarify, “Is there water or soda?”

“Oh, yeah that's cool, there's some coke over here,” He grabs a bottle of coca cola. “Ice, no ice?”

“Ice, please.” You tell with a smile.

“Gotcha.” He turns his back to you as he grabs the ice and puts it in the cup, then he turns and pours the soda. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” You take the glass from him with a small smile.

“No problem, let's go find this missing man, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, following him out of the kitchen and bringing the glass to your lips taking a small sip.

—

After a while of looking Kenji walks ahead of you with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, and stagger behind. Trying to keep up but your vision was starting to get blurry and your footing was beginning to turn wonky.

“Ken-Kenji.” You call in a slur, trying to get him to slow down.

“Hm?”

“You’re going so fast- I’m not- I’m not feeling well. Can we take a seat somewhere so I can text Rindou?” You slur, grasping onto the wall as you blink slowly, reaching behind you to grab your phone.

“Kenji?” You call.

No response.

“Ken-”

“Hey,” A gentle hand places on your shoulder turning you around, “Who’s Kenj- Whoa are you okay?”

Your eyes focus in on the figure in front of you spotting the glasses, the multi-colored hair, “R-Rinnie?” 

“What happened? I was looking for you.” He places his free hand on your other shoulder for stability, leaning you against the wall.

“I don’t feel so good, Rin-” You breathe in a slur, your hand clumsily coming to grasp one of his.

“I can see that, what happened?”

“I was looking for you, Kenji was helping,” You glanced at where Kenji was last. “Woah, Kenji is gone.”

“Kenji?”

“Some guy I met, he told me he knew where you were, and fixed me a drink and we were going to find you, and look I found you.” You smile up at him.

Rindou’s eyebrows furrow, “Fucking dead man, he must have spiked your drink, did he touch you? Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “Mm-mm.”

“He didn’t touch you or you’re not okay? Use your words, pretty.”

“Didn’t touch me. ‘M really really sorry.” You lean against him, “I was trying to be nice.”

“Well don't.” He speaks bluntly, “I don’t give a shit who it is if you don’t know them, don't go with them, don’t take drinks from them, and sure as hell don’t leave our meeting spot.”

You lean down the wall, and Rindou crouches in front of you, “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, pretty. But why didn’t you wait for me? I was almost done, almost there.” He sighs out, tucking loose hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t want to rely on you. Or bother you, was gonna find you.” 

“(Y/N).” He speaks, tucking his index and middle fingers under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. “You could never be a bother, you know that?”

You nod, “‘m really, really sorry, Rinnie.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, pretty.”

He gently guides you to your feet, “Now, come on, we’re going to go find Ran and the others.”

You shake your head, “No… Can’t let them meet me like this.”

“It’s okay pretty, we’re only going to want a few answers.”

“Of what.”

“Kenji.”

—

Rindou leads you to a couch in the middle of a room with a group of people sitting at it. Ran notices you two first and stands to his feet walking up and wrapping an arm around you.

“What happened to you, princess?” Ran asked with a look of concern on his face.

“Some idiot spiked a drink and gave it to her.” Rindou answers for you.

“He seemed nice.” You slur.

“They all do.” Ran shook his head and they sat you on the couch.

“What was his name?” An unfamiliar voice calls.

“Kenji.” Rindou answered.

“What was he wearing? I’ll beat his ass. No one messes with my baby brother's future wife.”

“Huh?”

“Stay focused.”

“Sorry. He was- He was in a red jacket, it was poofy like this.” You gesture with your hands.

“That’s great, (Y/N). What else was he wearing?” Rindou asks.

“... Black pants, they were also poofy.”

“I know who that is.” Another unknown voice, you turn your head to see a guy with a tattoo on the side of his head, blonde.

“He had an ugly nose.”

The guy snorts, glancing at you, “Did he?”

“Mhm.”

“Take us to him, Shion.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay, pretty. You sit here with my friend Kakucho, okay?”

You nod, “Where are you going?”

“To go kick someone's ass.”

“Rindou-”

“Don’t worry about that pretty head of yours. We’ll be alright after all there's five of us and one of him.”

—

Let’s just say you had to meet them all again, they loved you and invited you out more!!

They also loved to make fun of Rindou for how much of a simp he is around you

Kenji was never seen again. Dun dun dun

[starbabyg]

Ok this is just an idea but I love love love ‘Picture Perfect’ and I was thinking part 2 where one of the boys accidentally like finds one of the pictures… like Trevor and him ordered pizza or something and Jack tells him to grab his card out of his wallet and a Polaroid just tumbles out… and all the sudden Trevor can’t stop imagining you and jack. Maybe Jack catches him with the picture and is all cocky about how much of a good girl you are, how perfect you feel and sound… and maybe just maybe Jack invites Trev to watch… no touching because he’s a protective boyfriend but he knows you’ve thought about having someone watch before and he Trusts Trevor….

Picture Perfect Part 2 | Jack Hughes x Reader x Trevor Zegras smut

Ugh nony I loveee this concept!! You’re mind is just ugh! Chef’s kiss!!!

The OG Picture perfect smut is right hereee to refresh ya memory <3.

Warnings; smut obviously, the c word lmfao, the word ‘daddy’ in a sexual context

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It was guy’s night at lake cabin, which meant Jack and Trevor, the only two to ever pull through for guy’s night, would be playing video games, watching a game, and attempting to go fishing until they finally give up and order some food cause neither of them know how to cook.

“Aaaand another one bites the dust. 5-0. It’s settled my characters better than yours,” Jack taunted, putting the game controller down and picking up his drink.

“Okay, I’m still on the cover though sooo,” Trevor quipped back with sass.

“Yeah cause I was too busy for a shoot, now go get the pizza loser I gotta go piss.” Jack heard the door bell ring, the only person it could be being the pizza guy.

“In your dreams Hughes, I don’t got cash for the tip lend me a five.”

“Get it out of my wallet I’m about to burst,” Jack shouted as he walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Trevor chuckled shaking his head, picking up Jack’s wallet from the coffee table and opening it up. Trevor rifled through Jack’s wallet, seeing twenties and hundreds, but no small bills.

“Jesus does this guy have any change?” Trevor flipped Jack’s wallet upside down, dumping it out to find at least some coins. Thwip. Along with a bunch of dollar bills something heavier fell out. Jack’s special Polaroids fell out, all faced backside up. Trevor being the nosy person he is flipped them over and picked them up.

Trevor’s eyes widened as he saw the contents of said Polaroids. You spread out on the bed, lewd shots of you in the matching set, bent over and your tits hanging out. “No fucking way,” Trev whispered to himself still perusing through the countless pictures. He was brought out of his thoughts by the door bell ringing once more, this time sounding more impatient by the abruptness. Too enthralled with his new discovery Trevor just grabbed a fifty and handed it to the guy. I’ll just venmo Jack later. He grabbed the pizza and tossed it on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch and looking at the pictures once more.

How the fuck did Hughes bag her? Trevor was acquainted with you, knew for sure you were pretty as hell but didn’t know that underneath that seemingly quiet and meek exterior was a girl who would pose for something like this. With your makeup done and your body out of your normal casual clothes, he finally got to see the more private side of you that was reserved for Jack only.

“She’s fucking perfect huh,” Jack smirked from behind the couch. He walked over and plopped himself next to Trevor, who just sat there with shock on his face. His best friend had just caught him looking at his private pictures of his girlfriend. Fuck. “Such a good girl for me. Posed exactly how I told her to. Straight out of a magazine, a masterpiece.” Jack could just go on and on about you.

“Wait— you’re not tripping over me looking at these?” Trevor was surprised at Jack’s nonchalant attitude over the situation. He thought Jack would be more of the possessive type.

“Not really. I mean look at her, why would I want to keep that just to myself. I already have the exclusive rights to fucking her. Now that I’ll forever keep to myself,” Jack smiled, he knew that many men fawned after you. Imagined what your naked body looked like. How you felt.

Trevor now was dragged into the thought of fucking you. How good you would be in bed. How submissive. How you sounded. How it would feel to have his dick wrapped inside you. If you turned him on just from pictures imagine the real thing.

“You wanna know how it is huh,” Jack could see that look on Trev’s face, that look of longing. It’s like Pandora’s box was open, and that box, was well, your box. LMFAOOO I HAD TO.

Now Trevor didn’t want to cross any lines. After all Jack was like his best friend. He wouldn’t risk his friendship over anything in the world. Jack saw Trevor’s facial expression change, now looking more panicked.

“Come to my house next weekend. Now I’m not gonna let you fuck her. But you can at least watch her get fucked. The closest thing you’ll ever get to that perfection of a pussy. When I say she’s a goddess I mean it in every aspect.”

No way was Jack just offering to let me watch him fuck his girlfriend. No way in hell. “A-are you sure man? I just got caught up in the pictures I don’t need to do all that–”

“Zegras, it’s not that big of a deal it’s not like you’re fucking her behind my back– unless you are then I’m gonna beat your ass. Besides y/n has a lil voyeurism kink, she likes being watched sometimes. I’ll be fucking her against our apartment window or on the balcony. At least I actually know you.”

“Jesus y/n’s more of a freak than I pegged her for.”

“No, she really is. The things this girl introduced me to. The things she does to me. Literally has me wrapped around her finger.” Just from this conversation both the boys were getting turned on, Jack reminiscing in past moments and Trevor just imagining how good it could be having sex with you.

“Shit I need to get me one of those,” Trev laughed.

“Yeah, no one will ever compare to y/n, like ever,” Jack cut that quick, knowing that you’re literally the most perfect girl in the whole wide world. No one could ever come close to you in Jack’s eyes. “Just come by my place, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Just as Jack had told him, Trevor went to his house that next weekend. To say Trev was nervous was an understatement. In all honesty he felt like it was all a set up, that in the end Jack would be mad that his best friend would actually want to see his girlfriend getting fucked. But there he stood at Jack’s front door, contemplating on whether or not to ring the doorbell or just altogether leave and forget that any of this ever happened. Before he could even decide between the two, Jack’s door opened.

“What’s good Zegras,” Jack held open the door nonchalantly.

“How’d you know I was here–”

“Saw you on the ring camera duh. Come in though before my neighbors think I’m having a party and try to pull through. They’re just a little too comfortable.”

Trevor just laughed in agreement, still anxious about the whole situation. He sat himself on the couch, watching Jack as he pulled two drinks out of the fridge.

“Y/n’s on her way back from getting her nails done. We can just chill and play some chel til she gets back.”

“You told her that I’m coming over?” Trevor wanted to make sure that you were okay with the whole situation, after all you were the one getting fucked in front of the one man audience.

“Nah, I just told her to wear one of her prettiest sets cause I have a surprise for her.” Jack shrugged as he threw a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“So you didn’t even tell her! You’re a dick Hughes. What if she gets weirded out and tells someone in the league,” Trevor was thinking about every possible way this could go wrong.

“God Trev, what did I tell you. Y/n isn’t gonna care she likes the taboo shit.”

“If you’re wrong I’m never talking to your ass again. Like ever,” He pointed seriously.

“Whatever, set the game up I’mma make us some mozzarella sticks,” Jack threw a piece of popcorn at Trevor, who was watching Jack’s every move.

The two boys were deep into a third round of chel when they heard the front door unlocking. Trevor quickly looked at Jack, an apprehensive look on his face.

“Hi lovey, I’m back,” you sweetly spoke out, not knowing where Jack could be. You locked the door, taking off your shoes and setting your purse down carefully.

“Hey my princess, I’m in the living room. How was your nail appointment,” Jack had his eyes glued to the tv, taking these moments where Trevor was distracted to get in some goals.

“It was good, I got them the color you chose for me. It’s prettier than I thought it’d be. With the red toes just how you like.”

“Ouuu you gotta let me see. I bet they look amazing on you.” Jack smiled, just imagining how it looked. Trevor looked to Jack and into the void where he heard your voice coming from. It was a bit awkward to hear such a casual yet intimate one on one conversation between the two of you. It seemed to him like eavesdropping.

“Mkay love, be right there. I’m just putting my stuff away. But what was that surprise you were talking about? It was so hot in the salon and I couldn’t even take off my jacket cause of what I got on underneath.”

“Come over here and you’ll see it, I got it right here for you,” Jack smirked as he patted Trev on the back, who looked like he was about to pass out.

You entered the kitchen area, back turned towards the boys as you perused through the fridge for a drink. Trevor blinked as he saw you, even more nervous than he thought he would be.

You opened a soda, throwing away the cap before going into the living room section to fully see Jack on the couch, with Trevor in tow. “Oh hey Trevor, what’s up?”

“Hey,” he mustered out, looking at you in your little yoga outfit. With one of those tight fitting cropped lululemon define jackets with the matching form fitting yoga pants. Your hair slicked back in a high ponytail.

“You know how I had that guys night with Trev?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you sipped your soda.

“Well he had to get money to tip the pizza guy out of my wallet and he came across your polaroids,” Jack casually explained. Trevor took a hard gulp as he gauged your reaction.

“The ones of me in the pink agent provacateur set?” You now knew what was going on, and surely this was quite the surprise on Jack’s part.

“Mhmm.”

You turned towards Trevor, “Did you like how I looked in it?” You thought it was cute that someone who is always so confident was now a muttering mess right in front of you.

“Y-yeah of course. You looked stunning.”

“Good thing I wore the matching one then huh,” slowly you started to unzip your jacket, revealing a look alike set in a light blue hue. You shimmied out of your yoga pants, dropping them to the floor and giving the two boys a full 360°. Swaying your hips, doing cute little poses.

“Fuck,” Trevor said under his breath. The pictures only did so much justice. Now he could see every curve in person. The jiggle of your ass as you turned in a circle, your boobs bouncing in that tight bra you wore.

You got on your knees and crawled over to them on the couch. You made your way to Trevor, leaning up and spreading his legs apart. You started to unbuckle his pants before Jack laid his hand atop yours.

“Woah sweetheart, too eager now. You know I’m too selfish to let anyone else get a piece of you. Trev’s just here to watch and see just how perfect you are.”

Your mouth went into an ‘o’, now knowing the extent of the ‘surprise’ Jack had for you. “Okay daddy, I understand now.” You moved on to Jack, actually getting to pull down his sweats and boxers. His dick sprung out, already hard from the little show you had just put on.

You took Jack’s dick into your hands, licking up and down the base of it before going to the tip. You started off slow, giving his tip kitten licks before fully taking it into your mouth. Trevor just watched, mouth agape as he could only imagine the sensations Jack was feeling. And by the reactions Jack was giving the head must’ve been damn good.

“Fuck princess, show Trev how good you can take my cock in your mouth,” Jack groaned as he threw his head back.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, the vibrations causing Jack’s dick to prematurely twitch. You took his member out of your mouth, letting some drool dribble from your plump lips to trail down his tip. With enough drool as lubricant, you took him back into your mouth and started blowing him at a steady pace. Your cheeks as hollowed as they could, your tongue swirling around as much as it could.

“Fuck, I love when you do that shit with your tongue,” Jack put his hand behind your head and pushed you down even further, causing you to gag. Trevor just got harder and harder, his dick print now showing through his jeans. He gave it a few rubs, the strain being almost too painful. He just had to get off to you. You saw him writhing in his seat.

“Take it out and stroke it. It must be awfully painful to be that horny and not do anything about it,” you smiled, out of breath. With that you went back to sucking off Jack, looking Trevor in his eyes. The eye contact did something to him, his dick starting to throb and his tip turning a shade of pink. Trevor quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled it out, his hand gripping his dick in an effort to release all the pent up pressure he was feeling.

Jack lifted you up, softly tossing you face first into the couch and taking a position behind up. He cupped your pussy and gave your clit a few rubs before spreading you out on his dick.

“Ohhhh my god,” you drawled out with the prettiest moan. Trevor could’ve busted just from that sound alone it was so angelic. Your hands gripped the head rest of the couch, Jack hitting it from behind intensely. All while Trev’s face was just mere inches away.

“Yeah, take it like the good girl you are,” Jack slapped your ass, with it reverberating as a red mark replaced where his hand once was. You let out a squeal, rubbing it a bit to sooth the sting.

Trevor fucked his hand vicariously, imagining it was you in its place instead. It might’ve sounded sick but he had now developed a deep lust crush on you. How could he not seeing how much of a good girl you were?

Jack flipped you over, putting you on your back and drilling into you. Your knees touching your chest and your legs slung over his shoulders. With this position Trevor got the perfect few of Jack going in and out of you. Your punani looked perfect, looking so tightly wrapped around Jack’s dick, your lips and folds moving along with him as he pushed himself in further and further. It took everything Trevor had inside of him to have enough discipline to not start playing with your clit right then and there. The way it just sat there glistening. But it was as if Jack could read his dirty thoughts in his dirty mind, Jack’s hand going to the base of your navel and then trailing down to toy with you clit.

“Mhmm daddy just like thatttt,” you moaned out breathlessly, all that stimulation starting to run through the rest of your body. Your legs started to twitch, you were going to cum soon at the rate Jack was fucking you.

“Get on top, show Trevor how you ride this dick,” Jack heaved, pulling you up and into a deep kiss. He dropped himself right on the couch, waiting for you to get on top.

“Of course daddy,” you giggled as you placed one knee on each side of him. For obvious reasons you knew you had to show out for Trevor and give your best performance. You touted yourself up before slowly sinking yourself into Jack’s dick, which caused him to let out a low gutteral groan. His hands made their way to your ass, gripping the supple flesh.

Gradually you picked up speed, arching your back as you lifted yourself up and grinding yourself back down to the base of his shaft. Trevor’s eyes just followed, up down up down up. You then got on the soles of your feet, giving you more spring with your bounce. Now you had more motion, moving your hips in circles and back and forth. With Jack still inside you you turned a 180��, your ass now facing him.

“Lemme see that ass clap baby,” Jack instructed with a slap of your bum. You steadied your feet on the floor, your hands on your knees as you started to lift your ass up again. You bounced yourself on Jack’s dick, his hands on your waist to help you steady your pace. In this position his dick was hitting just the right spot, bringing you closer to climax each time it would his the back of your walls.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum,” you panted, turning around to look at him. It was getting difficult to keep up the pace, your stamina draining as your vision became starry.

“Uhnt uh, not until Trevor and I both finish, okay?” Jack gave your ass a squeeze. Those words turned you on, giving you an extra boost that you most definitely needed.

“Oh-okay,” you continued to ride him, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. Trevor himself was close to finishing, the real life porn in front of him pushing him to the edge.

“Fuck I’m close,” Trevor finally groaned out, bucking his hips up into his hand, imagining he was the one fucking you from behind. It was a sick and twisted thing for him to fantasize but what else was he supposed to do seeing you ride Jack so immaculately? He sputtered out curse words a few moments later, busting out into his hand with a few stray cum drops landing on your ass.

Jack saw this, getting just a tad bit possessive over the seemingly nothing, now bucking his hips up and fucking you as you tried to steady yourself. He glanced over at Trevor for a second, seeing the green in his eyes. Jack gave him a smirk as to say ‘yup, this is mine and mine only. You only get the privilege to watch and to never touch.’

“Oh my fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you squealed as your legs started to go limp. Jack held you, still pumping in and out of you.

“There you go princess, ride it out for me,” he held you close to his body, his face in the crook of your neck leaving wet kisses. “Get on your knees I’m gonna finish on your face.”

You obeyed his command, hazily turning around and getting down on your knees. You looked up at him with a smile, your tongue sticking out like a puppy dog. Jack groaned, pumping his dick until he came, cum dripping out and onto your face and tongue. You giggled before licking up the drops that fell onto your lips. Jack bent down a left a kiss on your forehead.

“Did I do good daddy?” You asked, still on your knees.

“You did amazing and more my love, now go get dressed we’re gonna go out to eat,” Jack praised you. You nodded and went to your shared room, now going to change and maybe lay down for a few, so fucked out you could barely walk. Trevor just sat there, heaving and replaying this whole scenario in his head. All of this really happened, he had just watched his best friend fuck his girlfriend.

Jack turned over to Trevor, pulling up his sweats, “See, didn’t I tell you she was the perfect girl?”

[sugawhaaa]

I had to hop in here straight away when I saw that your requests were open bcs istg I am SUCH a horny mess for Kwak Jiseok.

Aight so hear me out, something that personally really turns me on is taking photos of myself in revealing clothing or lingerie, not necessarily for sexting… just like the actual taking of the pictures is really hot for me yk?

So what I’m requesting here is something that has been taking up so much of my headspace that it’s honestly obsessive… and that’s a sexual photoshoot with Jiseok.

He’s the photographer, and he has a bunch of outfits that he wants the reader to wear… and even more poses in mind. Plus, if reader is a well behaved model and gets him the pictures he wants, he might reward her.

hope that makes sense!!

•°~★JISEOK X READER★~°•

High fashion

୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭🧷✧˚.୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭✧˚.ᵎᵎ

Warnings::SMUT! VULGAR LANGUAGE!

Genre:: oral (f/m rec) fingering, cowgirl, hair pulling, PRAISE, pet names cream pie (don't try this at home) cum-shot, idk if this is relevant but it's mentioned a lot that he has a big cock 💀

Pairing:: dom!Jiseok x sub!fem!reader

A//N:: honestly I've never gotten a request like this before I was quite shocked 😭 I'm not complaining though, I'm happy to step out of my comfort zone and expirement a little bit. I was kinda torn on how I wanted to write this but I'll try my best 💪 also dw as a Gaon biased I can confirm that pretty much anyone who biases him is a down bad whore for him 💀

Songs that inspired this fanfic::

There is a business for everything. You were very well aware of that as a model for specifically...suggestive things. You modeled for all sorts of things. Bathing suits, bras, underwear, lingerie, and even certain sex toys. You had your fair share of acting as well. You were in a very select few porn videos, mainly because the pay was really, really, high. You definitely didn't hate your job. It made you feel good about yourself and comfortable in your own skin. You were heavily praised by fans for being "so brave" but in reality it made you feel good and you wouldn't have it any other way.

One day you were hanging out in your house, like one does, when you received an email from a designer. It was very professional and full of detail but to sum it up, this designer asked you to model their newest lingerie sets for them. You thought about it for a moment and looked at their website. It was full of beautifully designed lingerie and robs. The website itself was very professional with lots of details. It seemed trustworthy and you agreed to work with them.

A few days later you located the shop and went inside. You took a look around at the shop. It was small but filled with lots of items, but it wasn't crowded either. There was plenty of room to move around and look through everything. You noticed a woman at the front desk when she suddenly came up to you.

"Sorry we just closed we'll be open again tomorrow at 10 am if you'd like to come back," she smiled. She clearly didn't know that you were here to model so she mustn't be the designer. You took off your sunglasses and looked at her warmly.

"I'm actually a model. This is my first time modeling for this shop," you explained and the woman smiled.

"Oh, my apologies! Let me call him in," she smiled and went back to the desk. Call him over? Him?? You thought to yourself as you walked over to her desk. She pressed a button and spoke into a small mic. "There's a model waiting to see you," she said and the doors behind her opened moments after. A young man came rushing out. He had dark red hair and seemed like he was in his early to mid-twenties. He had a measuring tape around his neck and a pencil tucked above his ear.

"Ah, you must be Y/N~!" He smiled and came over to you, extending his hand. You shook his hand as your heart jumped out of your chest. "So I have a lot to go over with you. If you don't mind why don't we go into my workshop?" He gestured to the doors and you blushed.

"S-Sure, that sounds good," you smiled and followed him to his workshop.

"Sorry for the mess I hardly ever have time to clean around here with so many requests," he chuckles as you look around the room. Shelves filled with all kinds of fabrics and lace. Sketches of designs were tacked to a Bristol board near his main desk area. "I have quite a few different sets if you'd want to choose which ones to wear or anything," he said as he pulled out a large tablet and starting going through photos he took of all the sets.

"Don't worry about it. I'm comfortable wearing whatever you want me to," you smiled and he looked up at you with curious eyes.

"As long as you're sure..." he looked at you one last time before confirming that's truly what you wanted. "Okay then, I'll pick them out for you," he went over to a clothing rack he had and picked out a few for you. He held them up and eyed them to your body portions. "Do you know what size you are?" He said as he continued to sort through his designs.

"Yeah I'm about a Y/S, (your/size)" You shrugged. He nodded and swapped out a few of the designs for smaller or bigger ones.

After getting all the outfits chosen and the sets he wanted for you he let you try on your first outfit. You went into the fitting room while he adjusted the set. You looked at the lingerie he presented to you. Of course it was red and you looked at yourself in the mirror for a while adjusting it and admiring yourself. Jiseok then knocked on the door.

"Hey, are you dressed?" He asked softly. You got drawn back to reality from your day dreaming.

"Oh yes," you chuckled before opening the door. Jiseok had his professional camera around his neck as he held it with one hand. He looked you up and down and his face turned a soft pink.

"So I was thinking," he said before clearing his throat. "This bathroom is really nice," he smiled and you looked confused.

"Yes...it is," you said awkwardly.

"I think it'd be good to take a few photos in here!" He smiled and closed the door behind himself as he walked in. You nodded and waited for him to tell you what to do. "Could you lean back against the counter and kind of drop your head back to let your hair flow down," he asked as he gestured to the counter. You did as he suggested. He crouched down and held up his camera. He leaned forward and adjusted your leg slightly.

The brief second of contact was oddly exhilarating. You continued to pose as you heard the sound of the camera click. He moved to a different angle and took two more photos. "Okay now can you stand up straight and put your left hand across your upper chest," he said as he moved around to the front of you. You did as he said. "Tilt your head a bit to the left, like away from me," he said as he kept his eyes on your body. You did as he said and he smiled. "Perfect, just like that," he said as he snapped a few photos before squatting again to get some lower ones. "Okay now look over at the wall," he pointed to the left as he kept looking at you through the camera. "Perfect~" he prolonged the "per" in his words.

This process continued a few times in various locations with various outfits. You were in the washroom changing outfits again when you looked out the window to see it was dark. You continue to change into a beautiful white set. There was a little robe that went over top of it and you just fell in love with the design. You walk out confidently and Jiseok smiles.

"This one's absolutely gorgeous," you said as you looked at the silky fabric flowing off your body.

"Thank you," he smiled with red cheeks. "I just finished that design yesterday I believe," he looked you up and down before biting his lip slightly. "Alright, ahem, for this one we're gonna use the bed,"

You nodded and sat down on the bed. "Okay, can you go on your knees and sit down, putting your legs in a W shape?" He asked as he adjusted the camera lens. You nodded and did as he said. "Now lean back and spread your legs a bit more," you followed his instructions and watched him stay focused on his work. You bit your lip as you watched him. "Good girl," he said in a low voice and your heart skipped a beat.

Was that meant to be sensual or not?

You asked yourself. You remained focused and continued to hold your pose. "Okay now look to your right just a little bit," he moved his finger to the right as he looked into the camera. "Perfect. Stay just like that," he smiled and took a few photos. "Alright very good. Now lay back a bit more and cross your right leg over your left thigh," he said as he stood up.

You followed his directions and posed accordingly. He approached you and moved the robe a bit to expose more of your ass. You had to hold in your cheeky smile. "Relax," he said softly.

"R-Right," you blushed and composed yourself. He brushed back some of your hair to expose more of your skin and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Perfect," he smiled and took a photo. "Now take a nice, slow deep breath for me," he said softly and you did as he asked. You took a deep breath in and heard the sound of the camera clicking. Then you let your breath out, and he took a few more photos. "Thank you, that was excellent," he smiled as he stood up and let his camera hang. He sat on the edge of the bed and you sat up.

"Your designs are beautiful, it was truly an honor to model for you," you smiled and leaned in closer to him. You looked down at his veiny hands and you blushed before instantly looking back up at him. He followed your gaze with a sly grin.

"You seemed to be looking at my hands a lot," he smiled as he leaned closer to you as well.

"Y-Yeah, I just have a thing for hands," you say before thinking. You pause and realize how out of pocket you must sound. He chuckled slightly. "No, no, that's not what I mean, I mean like..." you blushed and he smiled.

"If you haven't noticed, I have a thing for lingerie," Jiseok smirked and you looked at him attentively. "And elegant women, women that know they're worth yet sometimes still shy, women who model. Or you could say I have a thing for you," he smiled cheekily as he leaned closer. He twirled your hair around his finger as you looked at him with a flushed face. "Tell me, do you just have a thing for my hands or is there more?" He leaned in for a kiss but waited for you to give in. You leaned in and kissed him, he put his hands in your hair. You put your hands around the back of his neck and leaned back. You fell to the bed and he pinned you to it.

"I have a thing for guys with the name Kwak Jiseok," you smiled and he chuckled. He slid one of his hands up your body, tracing the stitch bands around your thighs and hips. He kissed between your collarbones softly. You leaned your head back to give him more access to your neck and chest.

"I'm so addicted to you," he grinned before kissing your neck and sucking on the skin. You inch your hips up to hit Jiseoks. His body jerks slightly from the sudden contact against his erection straining against his pants. He lets go of your skin from his lips and his head falls down. The roots of his hair being the only thing you can see. His hands continue to roam around your body as he kisses down your chest and stomach, just to the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with hooded eyes.

You extend your hand down to run your fingers through his dark hair. He pressed the flat of his tongue against your clothed clit. You jumped and your legs inched closer to each other. Jiseok smirked and brought his hands down to your hips. He pulled off your panties, leaving them on the corner of the bed as he indulged in your pussy. He dived his head down in between your folds and slurped all your slickness.

The lewd sounds echoed in the empty studio. Your chest heaved at the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Yes," you moaned softly as you grab his head to steady yourself. His tongue flicks your clit as his hands claw at the outside of your thighs. He buries his face in your pussy. You arch your back, bucking your hips into his jaw. You can feel him smirk against your aching core. He pulls back to breathe for a minute.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before licking his lips. His plump lips wet from your juices. The tip of his nose and chin glistening. He leans back down to continue his meal. He takes another long lick up your folds and you can't keep your loud moans in. He begins to circle his tongue around the lips of your pussy as his fingers tease your entrance. His nose presses against your clit, creating an insane amount of stimulation. It's no doubt that this isn't his first rodeo. His techniques were sending sparks throughout your entire body.

The sounds of him slurping up your juices ring in your ears as you feel your climax approaching you quickly. "J-Jiseok, I'm close," you manage to whimper out between loud moans and intense gasps for air. Jiseok just continued to eat you out like you were his last meal. You grabbed his hair in a tight fist as your legs shake, threatening to close and lock around his head. "Jiseok!" You call out his name as flicks your clit mercilessly. You come undone beneath him. Your legs locking around his head as he licks up all of your cum.

Once you come down from your high you open your legs. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it was like a reflex," you apologize but Jiseok cuts you off.

"Shh, shh," he shakes his head. You pause and watch him attentively. He sticks his tongue out and runs his index and middle finger down the outside of his tongue. His fingers glistening from your cum. You blush and feel your walls tighten around nothing from the excitement of his flirtatious action. You bite your lip. "You were such a good little girl," he cooes as he leans over top of you. You see his shirt covered in miscellaneous liquids. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he sits on his knees.

He throws his shirt aside and you admire his toned body. You extend a hand out to run along his abdomen. His skin is so soft and smooth. You look up at him to see a playful grin on his lips. You travel your hand down to his waistband tugging on it lightly.

"You want a turn now?" He says in a creamy low voice that makes the butterflies in your stomach fly south. You nod softly and he lets out a little sigh. He unbuttons his dress pants and takes them off along with his boxers, finally freeing his member.

He lays back on the bed and you instantly crawl beside him, eager to play with his cock. You can't help but admire the way it stands against his stomach. You grab him from the base and take one long lick up his length. A soft moan escapes his lips as his body jerks lightly. "Good girl," he says as he brushes back your [H/L] hair. You look at his erection worriedly. You hesitantly open your mouth and approach his tip. "If you don't want to baby you don't have to," he says softly, misenturpitating your hesitation.

"No, no I want to. I'm just not sure if I can't fit it all in my mouth," you chuckle with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry about fitting it all, that's what your hands are for doll," he smiles as he plays with your hair. You nod and put your lips around him. He groans loudly, seething between his teeth. "Fuck, baby," he grunts as he holds your hair in a messy ponytail. You hold the bottom of his length, rotating your hand from extra stimulation. "Good girl, just like that," he praises, knowing you're trying your best. You Bob your head slowly adjusting to his size.

You roll your tongue around as you stuff him in your mouth. He grunts lowly and you can see him trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. He's trying not to push you past your comfort zone but he's also losing it. "You're doing so good," he continues to praise as he plays with your hair. His praise encourages you to take a little bit more of him in your mouth. You begin to Bob your head faster from the encouragement.

"Yes!" He moans loudly his hips ever so slightly bucking up. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard baby but you're making me go crazy," he admits as he holds your head. You rub the tip of his cock on the inside of your cheek as you continue to suck him off. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and both of you know he's just about to go over the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" He moans and you slip him off of your lips, his cum squirting up into your face.

His cum drips down from your eyebrows to your chin. He lets go of your hair as he pants heavily. You lick up his length to taste every drop of his sweetness.

"You're so hot," he says in a low raspy voice. He suddenly picks you up by your hips and holds you just above his tip. "Are you ready for this?" Jiseok asks in a soft voice.

You nod "Yes," you bite your lip eagerly.

"Are you sure?" He asks one more time to be sure. You nod vigorously and he finally lets go of your hips. You slowly sink onto him, his cock stretching you perfectly. You throw your head back as you let out a loud moan. "You're s-so tight," he groans as he holds your hips again. You fully sit down on his length and take a moment to adjust to him.

You slowly start to roll your hips on him. You feel his tip hit so deep inside you. You clench around him as your body jolts forward in pleasure, your semen-covered hand over your mouth. Jiseok reaches up to you with shaking hands. "I want to hear you," he grunts and you put your hand down. You start to get used to his size and start to slowly rise up and down on his cock. He swears he can see stars from the way you move on him.

He grips your hips harshly before you start bouncing on him. The sound of your skin colliding rings in your ears. You watch as his chest heaves. He extends a hand up to your tits which are currently bouncing with your pace. He slides his fingertips under the fabric he used only a week ago. He never could've guessed he'd be here now.

He runs his fingertips over your nipple adding to the sensations coursing through you. "I'm close," you moan as you bounce faster, your walls clenching around him.

"Good baby," he chuckles. "Keep using me until you're satisfied," he smirks as he feels his climax approaching as well. The feeling of your pussy hugging every vein in his cock so tightly drives him insane. He feels like you're just milking him into nothing. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" He says through deep, raspy, breaths.

"Inside," you moan out loudly as you orgasm, your legs shaking as you claw at his chest. He grabs your hips and thrusts into you a few more times causing you to let out a hoarse moan. You were already sensitive from just orgasming so intensely that this could just break you.

You felt his hot semen fill you up. His body glistens in sweat beneath you as the two of you pant in unison. You look down and slowly slide off his cock. A mixture of your pleasure pours from your pussy. Jiseok quickly presses his thumb against your entrance. You look at him surprised as cum drips from his thumb.

He pants as he looks up at you, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead.

"So, you wanna model for me again next week? Same time?" He chuckles before licking his lips.

A/N:: not to toot my own horn or anything but omg I love this fanfic *lip bite emoji* literally (s)creamed while proofreading it

[filmofhybe]

The perfect blend - YJW

part 1 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : 2,501

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

“Are you serious? Do you believe you can travel to different multiverse?” Yunjin looks at me as if she just heard the most ridiculous thing that has ever come out of a human’s mouth.

“Well, you never know. There’s always a chance we actually can..” I replied as I shoved another spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Oh my gosh y/n, I’ve known you for years and this is probably the most idiotic thing that has come out of your smart-ass mouth.” She threw her hands in the air before turning her vision back to the TV screen in front of us.

“What if I actually get there though?” Now the room has turned absolutely silent. Even the TV at the background has sound coming out of it. “Well then tell me everything when I get my normal y/n back.” Sighing, as I watch her placing our bowl into the sink.

“Right, we have school tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast. And you can do whatever. Sweet Dreams y/n. And I want the normal y/n back ASAP.” We chuckled, as I watched her till her silhouette disappears into the end of the dark hallway. Pushing myself off the floor as I turned the tv off and walking to my bedroom to start washing up.

After a warm bath, I sat in my bed as soft music plays, the light in the room is dim, creating a cozy atmosphere. Cuddling into the soft duvet, my mind was full of thoughts on what would actually happen if I traveled to all my multiverse. Would something bad happen? How would I get back? Would I get stuck in one of them and never return? Pushing all those negative thoughts away as weight falls upon my eyes, closing them as sleep finally takes over me. Sending me to dream land…

“y/nnie~~ wake up!!” I jumped at the sudden stranger voice. Dizziness taking over me as I scratch my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness, I looked around realizing I’m in a classroom, wait wasn’t I-

“Are you ok? You’ve been sleeping for ages..” I look up, seeing a boy with define features, cat looking eyes with sweet soft pink lips, wait isn’t that jungwon? THE JUNGWON IM LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS WITH?

“Oh uh yeah I’m alright thank you..” I replied to him, not knowing how and why I’m suddenly in a classroom. “Y/n you seem confused? Come on let’s go get some food to get your energy up!” Man if only if he weren’t so damn cheerful.. Before I could react, jungwon takes my hand as he drags me through the hallway of the unfamiliar surrounding around me. We stop as we arrive at the cafeteria before getting our food.

“y/n I think we should totally hang out this week!” He said, as a big smile spread across his face. My brain still processing on how this is actually happening. How Im I going to hanging out with Jungwon, and why does this feel so real. “oh yeah of course we can!” I cheerfully said, cringing at how I replied to him.

“That’s great! I’ll pick you up from yours around 11 on Saturday!” Turning around as he throws away his rubbish. Grabbing my arm once again as I allowed him to drag me anywhere. His hands was soft like a baby’s cheek, his cheeks as pink as a baby girl’s pajamas. He is a real life softie. Running around the school before arriving to his destined spot. “Have you ever been here before?” Examining around, Sakura tress around us, pedals falling from the spring breeze, realizing it was the back of the school that no one goes to. I shook my head as I saw him take a camera out of his bag.

“Y/n look over here! You look extremely pretty right now, say cheese!!” Turning the camera towards me as I awkwardly poses in front of him. Click before he takes the film out, waiting for it to appear. “Film camera is our thing now okay?” Watching him lay below the tree as the sun shines on his face , making his defined features more visible.

Copying his move as I lay next to him as I treasure this sweet moment with the guy I have never thought would appear in my multiverse. Smiling as I turn to him grabbing his attention. “So 11am Saturday right…?” “Yeah don’t be late ok?” “I won’t-“ “pinky promise me! I’ll be waiting for you okay?” He extended his hand as we pinky promised each other.

Before we can kiss our pinky and seal the promise, I was waken by my alarm. Fuck.. did you really had to ruin my god damn dream.. I sat up realizing that wouldn’t be a dream right? It felt so real, I could move everything and control what I’m doing. What is this? Did I just traveled to another universe. Or I’m just tricking myself.

Throwing my shoes on before locking the apartment doors. Walking towards my 11am class which was absolutely a joke, I rather stay in my cozy bed, dreaming or even traveling back to last night’s dream. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t even realize I bumped into someone, dropping all my notes on the floor. Wow could my day be any better.. I quickly started picking up the stuff without trying ti embarrass myself more, too annoyed to even realize someone was helping me as well. Accidentally bumping into each others head as we stand up.

I heard him let out a little groan as I rub my head, looking up realizing it was Jungwon. “Hey y/n! I didn’t mean to bump into you here’s your notes.” Handing me it as I’m still processing what’s going on last night. His hands accidentally touched mines, the same exact soft delicate hands that held my wrist.. His features exactly identical from the dream, hair styled the same, confusing me even more. So your telling me your the same person as the guy that was in my dream..or multiverse or whatever I was in last night. Can’t be bother to deal with more crazy hallucinations. I thanked him as I take my notes back and walked towards my class, leaving a confused jungwon, wondering what he did. I hear him calling out for me but soon stops as he seems like he had given up to continue. Heart heavy, knowing the fact he doesn’t even know he was calling me pretty in my other universe, hanging out with each other when we rarely do it now.

“What do you mean Yang jungwon was in your dream, but in that dream you can move like physically.” Yunjin’s face displays a confused look. Not believing a single word that just came out of my mouth.

“Yunjin, I can literally feel his hand in my, quote on quote, so-called dream. The exact ones that touched mines today.” The more I talk about it the more, I just want to absolutely bury myself 6ft under. I just don’t believe that “dream” wasn’t real. It definitely have to do with something in my next life or whatever.

“We really need to get you some help because your telling me this is your dream, but you can feel all these little things isn’t making sense.” By now Yunjin particularly tired of my ranting, but I know she’s silently enjoying all of this. Watching her continue to type on her computer as i return my focus towards the opened Chemistry book in front of me.

Silently getting along with our work, the only slightest sound heard was Yunjin’s typing. Nothing could be more peaceful than this. I stopped reading the paragraph I’m currently on as i heard a familiar voice coming beside me.

“I got the coffee for you and y/n, you both better pay me back.”

“Fine! Your acting like we are using you or something..”

“Because maybe you are..” It was Jungwon’s voice.

“I’ll pay you back on Saturday-”

“Wait Saturday? How do you know I was about to ask you to hang out on Saturday-”

“it’s nothing I don’t know why I said that.” I awkwardly chuckled as i return my vision towards my notes.

“Your just as weird as the first time i met you, right 11am Saturday I’ll pick you up.” He said before throwing his bag behind his back, walking out of the common room.

“What the actual shit was that. How the hell is everything in your dream just implied to what happened…” Shock laid across both me and Yunjin’s face as we realize, my so called dream isn’t really just a dream. Is something more than just a dream. Maybe even related to the MULTIVERSE .

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Kickin Chicken once said

@hiwelcometothemonstersancturary gave me the go to do this, which is mistake one for them, so here is my go at giving them what they encouraged while I pray it works well. And if not...well I at least tried.

* (Refering to Bobby) She is called Captain Heartbeat cause she will squeeze love out of your heart...and blood, but mostly love.

* (After speaking pr-bt for a 2 minutes) You ever forget your first language?

* Mods, take their swimming privileges away and put them in the pool.

* I would go evil, but I am going to follow dad's steps of being good...plus I saw they went shoe shopping so...

* What do you mean I can't seduce myself!?

* (Loud thud off Camera) PERCEPÇÃO DE PROFUNDIDADE!

* Our ship has a pool, an omelet bar, tons of rooms for you to sleep in, one would say that is a cruise, to which I say, fair, but have you seen the plank, cause I am about to get you real familiar with it.

* I heard some demons were touched starved. I got more than enough buckshot to help with that.

* Bubba, reading chat: "Kickin isn't the sharpest knife in the group," Well that is rude...

Kickin: I did eat packing peanuts when I was younger to be fair.

Everyone in room:

Kickin:...Wait is this new information for you?

Everyone: YES!?

* Wonder how many people come on to see me stream thinking "Oh hey, the voice actor for Kickin does streaming," or "Hey is this the official channel for the Smiling Critters show?" And they just come in on me saying something like, "I HAVE BUILT A TO SCALE JOLLY ROGER WITH POPSICLE STICKS!"

* Hey Theo, it's you! (Gets empty bottle thrown at head) Ow.

* White is the color of evil, cause nothing exists in it! Delight taught me that!

* I would cry, but I am too dehydrated to do such a thing. (Goes to drink some water, pauses, puts water bottle back down)

* It is always funny to see people react to my complete indifference to horrible stuff.

* I needed to find a way to get a gambling addiction, so I thought space could have the answer.

* (Seeing Bubba being affected by the blue screen) Bubba, I know you always wanted to become the one thing I love, but this is ridiculous!

* I am just saying revenge is amazing, ok? Yeah, you gain a tremendous amount of regret sometimes, but it is amazing.

* Cool motive bro, still murder!

* (In response to Angel giving them food) It hasn't been that long since I started streaming, it has only been...5 hours...

* This is my favorite bird. (Holds up middle finger before pointing to self) It is the chicken.

* (Wearing VR) The future is today!...I might need it adjusted though.

* Does dying take away time away from my vacation days?

* IT IS ALL A CONSPIRACY TO END ME! IF NO ONE EVER HEARS FROM ME AGAIN, IT IS CAUSE THEY KILLED ME, CHOPPED ME UP, AND FED ME TO THE WOLVES DANG IT!

* Fursuits are getting so good you can now subject yourself to your own form of trauma to fuse into it. Brought to you by Playtime.

* I have seen the internet and honestly, have seen worse. Which is saying alot.

* (Looks at Candy Cat in his lap before looking at camera)...Help. me.

* Theo: You finally did it! Did it help when you imagined it was me you were fighting?

Kickin: Not at all...worked when it was Dogday though.

Dogday: WHAT DID I DO?

Kickin: Hell if I know. As long as it works though.

* (Playing I Expect You to Die, dies trying to do an action pose)...(Starts singing the James Bond theme notes)

* (Reacting to "Unnecessary Feelings") Bubba, I was promised a crime drama, not a reminder that no one in this house knows how to feeling well, including us!

* I would boop you, but I don't want a pirate hook this early in my character development.

* William then preceded to commit several hours of joy, on at least an entire classroom of kids to learn why death does.

* You can have one hit Hoppy...Ah não, ela tem uma cadeira!

* Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to turn into a nuke to fall on you.

* (Stares at camera while winding music box)

* Chica, you wouldn't hurt your brother, would you? Or would you want me to be you and Foxy's kid, whichever makes you more merciful on me.

* I am here to break the stereotype that parrots can only be pirates and no other reasons at all.

* (Refering to how much money he has in game) $60!? I can finally afford 1 AAA video game! (Pulls up Balan Wonderworld steam page) I am going to buy this one guys!

* Kickin, coming into Crafty's stream: You mind if I borrow a picture.

Crafty: Uh sure...Why?

Kickin, taking one of the monsters: A reminder.

Crafty: A reminder of what?

Kickin: Of who in this family is an actual threat. (Leaves without elaboration)

* Don't make fun of me, I will cry will I beat you up.

* We don't even own a game cube, I just want to find a copy of Skies of Arcadia to display.

* When you get into a certain mindset for so long, it is so jarring to have to go into a different line of think, like you just suddenly ask, "Wait I don't have to ration this sandwich for the entire year?"

* WHY DID I LET THEO TALK ME INTO PLAYING THIS!?

* I am still surprised I recovered so well from all of that.

* What would the others do without me? Minus not having a heart attack everyday.

* I SURVIVED THAT FACTORY FOR OVER 10 YEARS, I WILL NOT LET A SLIDING PUZZLE DEFEAT ME!

* Have good night everyone! I don't remember how I end these...I will make you walk the plank! No, that is not it...

[themanitself]

†тнє ƒσσℓ αη∂ тнє ιηмαтє†

Ꮪ𝐔𝘕 A𝘕𝘿 ᶬ𝞞𝞞𝘕 - Pressure X Reader

00/01/02/03(you are here)

. . ╰──╮Sebastian's pov╭──╯ . .

"Why, thank you Mr. Solace."

It spoke, the creature spoke and mentioned my name. How the fuck does this thing know my name?!

It looked at me waiting for my response, I just looked at it weirdly and it just nodded its head slowly. now that it got out the test tube I can clearly see its features, it has short hair, a pale sickly blue skin color, they were quite skinny and they look more like a jellyfish with it's weird thing on its head and humanoid body combined.

Just what is urbanshade doing...?

Should I be concerned?

"How do you know my name?"

I questioned the creature who just got out of the tube, it just shrugged and crawled its way near me.

It smirked noticing my nervous face.

"Why so scared Mr. Solace? Do I scare  you?"

It teased grinning while doing a dramatic pose.

I shook my head, I regret opening the tube.

. . ╰──╮____'s pov╭──╯ . .

"You should escape while you can."

I spoke in a more serious way than earlier, he raised his eyebrow dumbfounded at what I just said, even I was confused at myself we needed him to be like us...

So why do I feel guilty now?

Why now...?

Focus for fucks sake!

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

He replied with a more cautious tone,

Before I could reply back the door creaked in a deafening way.

I cursed at myself now crawling back at the tube at the fastest pace i have ever done, I cranked up the lever with my tentacle just as a few scientists walked inside with guards just besides them, Before the liquid fills up the tube I wave at Mr. Solace who's just standing still.

He looks at my way still confused,

I just shrugged and just watched him getting taken out, my face softens still feeling a little guilty on what will happen to him.

The scientist pulled him out of the room without explanation, the room was finally quiet.

I hope Mr. Solace can help us with my plan, with his help we can escape this hell hole... Of course he'll be more weary to help us but there's no other way for this to work.

But not now, you'll just have to suffer like we did first... I'm sorry Mr. Solace.

. . ╰──╮Sebastian's pov╭──╯ . .

The doctors just pushed me out of the room, I couldn't do anything because of the guards following us with a gun on their hands.

We kept walking around for a while before finally stopping, the door in front of us opened showing a lab...

Blood was everywhere, syringes and weird liquids were everywhere and a hospital bed was just in the middle of the room.

Is this what that creature was warning me about... 'run while i still can?' Or was it a human too and i'm just about to be like that?

I feel disgusted, the room smells so bad that I might puke my guts out.

I feel lightheaded all of a sudden, collapsing to the ground as a scientist

Commanded the guards to carry me to the bed and strapped me up.

. . ╰──╮____'s pov╭──╯ . .

It's been weeks since I saw Mr. Solace... Did the experiment fail?

No I'm sure it didn't, it won't hurt to ask right...? the guilt has been eating me for weeks... Also an irrelevant thing but I just grew a stinger as my lower half, it was so long that I had to move into a new test tube so I won't suffocate, in all honesty I was surprised they let me live for another day.

Maybe they aren't finished experimenting with me yet?

The iron door opens revealing a scientist and a guard walking towards my direction, the scientist pulled up the lever causing the tube to release some liquid and me... So was I right? Yes.

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End of 03

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Spoilers on what might happen in the future: 😉 😉 😉

[vavoomed-for-crowley]

Since everyone is sharing their experience with meeting David Tennant, here's my story:

Of course, I was just as nervous to meet him as most people but I was able to steady myself before it was my turn by taking a few breaths (just because I tend to be nervous at eye to eye conversations in general). In the end, I had to re-do my Photo-Op with him three times because of my glasses and felt really bad for the people in line having to wait even longer because of me. Which is why I was so nervous the third time, that I broke off a part of my Sonic Screwdriver while trying to pack away my glasses. I apologized while fumbling with the screwdriver to not waste any time and he was so kind, said it's okay and already placed a hand on my back while I did so. We did a pose where we both hold the screwdriver together and it's such an amazing picture. Our hands even form a heart, which was not on purpose but it's such a cute detail. In the end, I was able to look into his eyes again and apologize once more (for taking so much time when actually, that was not a problem to anybody. As my therapist would say, the stress is just made up by my head).

At the end of the day, I went to get this photo signed and I was first in line. Which I was not prepared for. The first thing I said to him was that I hope he gets to enjoy the day here despite his schedule. Which, for some reason, made him look up at me in surprise. He then said he does and I handed him the bracelet I made. A rainbow bracelet that says "Ally" and told him it's a thank-you for all his support of the community and that he helps many people with this, like @ineffable-ezra (Yes, I mentioned you like I had promised). He looked at it and said "Thank you so much! I really appreciate this!" He did not smile. He just looked genuinely thankful.

Sometime later, I saw that he forgot the personal dedication. Which was okay but everyone else had one so I went back to the line and asked if it would be a problem to get the dedication real quick. You must know, his schedule was already delayed and I didn't want to cause any more stress. And it was okay. The fan that was in front of me, talked to him a bit too long but his manager didn't interrupt them nonetheless, even though time was running out. Afterwards we got told that they don't want to be rude but he has to get to the airport. So I just said I'm sorry to be here again (like, how many times do I get in the line again because something goes wrong) but he forgot the personal dedication. And he looked so surprised! "I forgot to write your name? I'm sorry!" Told him it's okay and that it was lovely to have him there and that I hope he enjoyed it.

The thing is, when I read other stories, most people made more out of their time with David. But if you know how stressful a few minutes of delay can be for the entire schedule, you don't want to cause any more trouble. And I really tend to worry myself too much with thoughts like this.

David was so kind nonetheless and didn't let me feel like he was stressed (even though he rushed out to get his flight at the end of the day).

I'm just very grateful I got to meet him at all. He was so kind. Of course I wish I could've or would've said some more. Like I wanted to tell him I hope the bracelet fits because I wasn't sure about the size and such things... But for someone with a neurodivergence, I just need my few seconds of preparation which I haven't had. And when I think about it, it's the small details I enjoy so much nonetheless. His surprised look when I said I hope he enjoys the day, like this question was really unexpected for him or the gentleness when I was nervous and genuine appreciation for the bracelet.

We all know he's a sweetheart but I think events like this truly show how lovely he really is.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

why can't i get you out of my head ?

this is part 2 !! read part 1 here

original request by @heiijoy

warnings: cute fluff, slight panic ig???

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

2 weeks later

If you have told 17 year old me that Ranboo and I were dating, I would have probably passed out. I've had a crush on him since we first met on the Dream SMP, and the fact that we're actually dating blows my mind.

I was chilling at Ran's house on his bed, scrolling through my phone as Ran worked on some writing for his horror series, Generation Loss on his desk. I peaked up from the edge of the bed and saw his back of his head and a slight few of his fingers typing on a Word document.

"You know, you better add me in the "Thank you" in the credits. We can tease the viewers and make them wonder who the hell I am! They're gonna go crazy when we tell them." I joked, putting my phone away in my pocket.

Ran turned his gaming chair around to face me and fixed his hair. I could see his chest moving up and down slowly from his breathing. "Speaking of telling." he paused. "I want to tell our friends about us. We're going to meet them later today, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I don't want to have to hold your hand under the table or wait until we're in private to kiss you. If you don't want to just yet, that's totally fine. We can take it in small steps, whatever you wan-"

I cut off his words. "Darling, I would love that!" I said, getting up to hug him. He sighed in relief and hugged me back, squeezing me tighter. "I do have an idea how we can tell them." I said, smiling, sitting on the floor next to him.

Ran perked his head up. "What if we don't tell them anything directly, but rather show it using actions? We try to make it obvious at the same time as well."

"Oh! Like we could hold hands in front of everyone very clearly and just wait for someone to react!" Ran smiled.

I smiled back at them. "That actually could be perfect."

4 hours later

Ranboo and I walked to the Brighton pier sign, and saw no one was there. We decided to take a quick photo to post on our socials to provide some "clout" for us. Ran grabbed his mask out of his pocket and put it on, and posed for the picture. As I was editing, we saw Tommy, Jack, and Niki start walking over to us.

I looked over to Ran and mouthed, "You ready?". He nodded and smiled at me.

We both walked over to them, not holding hands just yet. I ran over to Niki and gave her a hug. We all greeted everyone and I went over to Ran and grabbed his shoulder. Before we started dating, Ran would have been an absolute stuttering and blushing mess. Now, he's 100% more calm since we're together.

I looked over to take a quick peek at Jack's and Niki's face, and they both shared looks with each other. Tommy didn't even notice from his amount of energy. I giggled quietly into Ran's shoulder.

We were walking towards the arcade and I stopped to look up and Ran. I winked and said, "Love, can I have my wallet please?" I smiled at him.

Ran nodded and grabbed my wallet out of his pocket and gave it to me, smirking as he could see Jack and Niki shocked, even Tommy just standing there awkwardly.

Jack leaned over to Niki and spoke quietly to her, even though we could still hear them talking. "What the fuck?" he laughed.

We walked around the pier some more, and then went to the sea side to hang out for a bit. We walked down to the rocky area, and placed down our things on the log before sitting down. Ran was about to sit down on the log. This was the final step of our "plan" we had created earlier that day.

I pulled out my wallet and phone from my front pocket. "I'm going to buy water for myself, does anyone else want anything?" Jack, Tommy and Niki all shook their heads no.

Ran spoke up. "Can I have a water bottle as well?"

I nodded and went over to him and kissed him quickly on the lips.

I quickly saw Tommy and Jack stop in their tracks and stare at us.

Jack sputtered. "W-wha-what?"

Tommy yelled. "Why didn't you tell us, you bitch?!"

Niki just smiled.

Ran and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"Oops! Guess it's out now!" I said, sarcastically.

Gosh, I loved this man.

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this is really short but its so cute 😭❤️

please support me by liking, replying, rebloggling or following my blog! asks are currently open!

thank u for reading <3

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[loverofcats14]

Lucifer Vs. Pen!

Tiny bit of degradation

Vouyerism

Masturbation

And yeah reallt self indulgent and rushed-

Hope you enjoy _ _ >

It was a long evening and Lucifer was out on a meeting with Diavolo. You felt lonely so you walked into Lucifer's bedroom. His room felt like a fridge as you walked over to his desk.

Looking at his documentes to see what's been keeping him occupied. It was mainly documents talking about RAD fundings,meetings with important politicians,and some about parties. You sat in his leather chair spinning around with your feet. Besides the documents, you saw a picture of the both of you eating ice cream. You smiled as you noticed and then you saw a quill with a raven feather. Then... his favorite pen.

Lucifer was very pretictcular and vain with his pens for his image. It was a bullet point ben with a bullet shape. It had his engraving on it "L" and "M". The cap was gold as the pyschical pen in a blood red. You wondered how many times is hands wrote with it. Late at night, giving his attention to it more than you. How his fings slide with it as he does it with your waist. Oh how much you missed him.

What if you penetrated yourself with this pen and Lucifer didn't notice-? He'd be writing with it daily and only you would know. Maybe he'd chew on the cap-

You felt a thumping heat in your core as your heart beated fast. You grabbed his pen while sliding the robe to the left. Showing your panties you took them off putting it on the desk. To get a better stretch you threw your thighs on the arms of the chair. It was an embarrassing pose if you wrte to get caught, but it was 3 AM no one would come in.

You took the pen prodding it on your hole. You took a breath as it went in. You slid it in further as you moaned. The pen was slim but it was long. It hit your spot as you whined. You grabbed it pumping it in and out hastly wishing it was Lucifer. How he'd bite your neck worship your body. How his kiss would be so soft yet greedy. How'd he kiss your clit licking your lips. You were moaning loudly saying your boyfriend's name.

However, you didn't realize Lucifer's footsteps and him smirking as he leaned on the door. He opened the door shocked you wouldn't lock it. As he peered in a slit he saw your legs streched out sweaty with your hole. Then his eyes widdened as he saw his favorite pen in your heat. His dick felt tense against his pants as he noticed. Did you always do this? He's been indirectly touching your juices-?

He unzipped his pants as he pumped his clothed dick. "Fuck-" his labored breaths being ever so quiet. He had enough as he ramed in the door locking it. "AH! LUCIFER I CAN EXPLAIN!" You screamed pulling your robe over yourself as you hit your thigh on his desk. He laughed on how comical this was. "You were gladly fucking my pen when I wasn't here Now you're embarrassed-?" He said stroding leaving his coat on the desk.

"Well I missed you and I uh uh-" you blabbered as he leaned on his desk facing you. "Why my pen? Does it fit as a toy? Is it why it's in you?" He smiled as you shifted your thighs covering it. You squealed as he forced your thighs apart. The pen was half in as it prodded out. Lucifer looked hungry as he licked his lips. "Why is it in you? Answer me whore!" Lucifer grunted as he grabbed your face.

You looked in his eyes as he looked at you with lust. "You use your pen all the time-! And I'd smile to myself as you would use it." You mumbled as you tried looking away with red. His eyes widdened not knowing your reasons would be so naughty. "You like to see me embarrass myself wont you. Well slut you will see me embarrassed." He smiled taking the pen out with a lewd squish. He put in front of you seeing slick juices all over it. He opened his mouth licking all over the pen. He moaned between loving your taste.

As he took it out he laughed at your face movements. "Now whore you want it so much? You'll get it." He sneered as he kissed you.

[...]

Lucifer was at his desk with his pen feeling tired. He started chewing the top unintentionally as he remembered what happened a few weeks ago. "I hope you're happy dear-"

[alwida10]

What's your opinion on the new Loki powers from the second episode? (Energy blasts and moving shadows, as I know you don't wanna watch it -- completely understand, it's really out of sync and tries its main character like shit)

Hi dear anon! 🤗

First of all - I’m so honored by this question!! I kinda considered myself an outdated part of the fandom since I don’t watch the show anymore, and getting this ask gave me such a warm feeling!! 💚

Before I start: I said I wouldn’t watch the show, and I did not, so all I answer here is probably a bit awkward, as half-knowledge tends to be. I did. see the scene in question in the trailers and base my answer on that. If I forget anything or don’t know I’m happy to get corrected or supplemented.

I assume this is the magic we’re talking about:

I saw four types of magic: the green blast, the illusionary doubles, ripping the temped from Brad’s hand, and the shadows grabbing Brad.

In the movies, Loki has often used illusionary doubles. To me, his powers in phases 1-2 have been an integral part of his characterization. A mirror so to say. Or like a curse turned to advantage.

Loki had been stolen from Jotunheim and made something he wasn’t? -> he can appear to be someone else to a degree not even the whole population of Asgard realizes it’s him when he poses as Odin.

Loki was ignored, shut up, and silenced by his family? -> he learns to hide himself from Heimdall’s eyes, and even turn invisible to the shield agents in Thor 1.

Loki was lied to about his heritage, how people treat him, and even his future? -> he learns to forge lies so well that they become illusions that make people believe the wine turned into snakes, Loki was standing in front of them, and many more.

Loki’s rage on him being locked away and forgotten to the point only a guard lets him know Frigga died? -> his rage manifests in a shockwave that destroys everything in his cell.

There are more examples, but my point is Loki’s magic was mirroring what was done to him. It’s adaptive, and telling.

Now, regarding season 2.

Many people criticized season 1 for having Loki work too little magic. Season 2 seems to be “improved” in that regard, but my personal opinion was always a bit more complex. I do agree Season 1 had too little magic, but at the same time, I don’t think any magic is an improvement. If they introduce him doing powerful magic we haven’t seen before it will always lead to the question of why Loki didn’t use that magic against Thanos or the minutemen that arrested him in season 1.

Why didn’t he use the green energy blasts and go for a knife? Why didn’t he magically rip the prune sticks from the hands of the TVA agents and instead talk down to them from a stone? Loki’s journey in the MCU has been long and that makes adding magic incredibly complicated.

But even when we look past this, his new powers imo lack the elegance of his former powers. What does the blast connect to? It’s a push, I guess. Loki was pushed around so now he can push as well? Okay, I guess, but it’s also a very stereotypical way to use magic. The Jedi do it, the Dragonborn does it, the Witcher does it. It’s standard. I don’t think the writers put much thought into it. The same goes for the telekinesis. No worldbuilding or characterization-based explanation. Just some power many fictional characters have.

So, last but not least the shadows. I must say, the visual of the horns growing was … distracting for me. It reminded me of a snail stretching its eyes. 🙈 but of all his new powers I do like this one the best. The connection to the character is shady at best (see what I did here? Bwahaha) but at least I could see Loki trying to get out of Thor’s and Odin’s shadows by learning how to control his own.

Did this answer your question? 😊 if not, do not hesitate to put a follow-up one in my inbox!

[shrinkthisviolet]

Director's Cut for the little things (give you away)?

How I love this fic 🥰 it was my first attempt at writing Saviris within the bounds of canon—the tragedy of them, and how that's so tied up with the brightness of Westallen, is so intriguing to me, and so underexplored (which ties into Savitar's true identity as Barry being underexplored, but I digress).

As I said jokingly to one of my mutuals when first posting this, this fic came about because I got pushed "one gifset too far". The scene itself has been written with a Saviris slant before (and I highly recommend it), but really, it's the many gifsets that finally pushed me to try my hand at Saviris myself. From Iris's perspective, of course.

On that note, if you haven’t read this fic, I highly recommend doing so before reading this ask response, since it does answer something that I intentionally left unanswered in the fic.

So without further ado:

It starts a little earlier that I originally meant it to, with Savitar's appearance on E2 to kidnap Iris. I was originally going to omit this in the final version (this was just to get me in the zone), but I ultimately decided to keep it. I think in this scene, Iris's perspective on Savitar is so interesting:

She’d seen that expression before, on Barry: he had the upper hand, and he knew it. Though Iris had only ever seen it on Barry when he was teasing her, not…

...

The words were out of Iris’s mouth before she could really process what she was saying—really, she couldn’t look away from Bar—Savitar, from Barry’s kind features twisted in a sneer, a gruesome scar covering the right side of his face.

How did he get it? What happened to you, Barry?

Terror and pity swirled in her in equal measure, but all she could do was fall back into her instinctual nature: protect, defuse, shield. All else could come later.

She keeps seeing him as Barry, instinctively. No matter how much she tries, she cannot see him as anything else. The similarities to Barry hurt, they're painful...but they also let her see this:

Savitar smirked before affecting an expression of mock sorrow—still not quite meeting her eyes, she noticed.

It's something no one else takes note of...but she does. Of course she does. She knows Barry like the back of her hand, but this is Barry. It's also how, in the following scene, she can stand up to him and call him out:

“You can hardly meet my eyes, and you’re sarcastic more than you speak from the heart…and I know why. You and Barry are one and the same…and you can’t hide how you feel from me. I know what you’re like when you’re hiding something, remember?”

...

“So,” she said, “don’t play me for a fool. You’ve found a way around this, I know you have, so why don’t you save us both some trouble and tell me? With sincerity this time,” she added sternly. “Cut the sarcasm.”

...

“I pose that to you now.” She crossed her arms. “You want me to trust you, but you won’t even be honest with me. How does that work?”

And she even cracks his shield a few times:

Savitar’s lips twitched, but he scowled instead of the smile Iris was certain he’d suppressed just now.

...

“Frustrated is a strong word,” he muttered, seeming oddly abashed suddenly.

...

“Come closer,” she added, emboldened once more.

“Why?”

“Eyes are the windows to the soul, right? I want to fact-check your sincerity.”

He laughed then—a laugh closer to sincere than she thought he intended. “Only you would say such a thing. Fine.” He walked steadily closer to her…stopping when their noses were almost touching. “Close enough for you, Iris?” He murmured.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she nodded. Though she took comfort in the faint blush she saw spreading across his cheeks—she wasn’t alone in her feelings, then.

Saviris’s proximity to Westallen is what makes it so interesting, isn’t it 👀

...

He hesitated, something flickering in his expression.

...

“I’m not…good with that,” he said finally, still not looking at her. “With trust.”

...

He chuckled bitterly. “Not everything. I didn’t tell you about…about being the Flash, or…or about my feelings for you when it mattered…”

Hmm he inadvertently admits something here 👀 quite a contrast to his scathing words earlier:

“Well, how convenient for you, then, that I have it,” he sneered. “Wouldn’t want you kissing the aberration by accident, now would we?”

Fun fact, this is the first line I wrote in this entire fic, and it’s my favorite 💞 it’s so him

(Also notice who makes Savitar look up in the first place when he's so occupied with his plans 👀 very telling. It’s not his partner in crime…but his heart)

In the end, Savitar rejects her. Reasserts his identity as Savitar, not Barry. It's too late, though. He's already admitted he's Barry—even though the rest of canon proceeds the same, Iris has seen beneath the mask. He can put on his gleaming metal armor, can put up all his walls...she's won this battle, the same way Barry will win it in 3x23 with the Masonville story.

And, also, there's a fix-it aspect to this too. What version of Barry could ever kill Iris, even if his life depended on it? No version, that's what. So...

“So yes, I found a loophole.”

“And that is…?”

“That is…for me to know, and you to find out.”

It's not too difficult to guess the loophole, I'm sure 😂 it's an idea I got from this fic, actually (an amazing fic, I definitely recommend it. It’s labeled OT3, but it’s really more of a poly-V)—they came up with a clever loophole for Savitar that’s been my headcanon ever since. His “loophole” is to revive Iris with his new godly power, and keep her as his Iris forever, away from Barry. After all, it’s Barry’s life he really wants, Iris included, the finale proves that. The rest of the season just does a really bad job showing it…so I wanted to imply that his ultimate goal wasn’t to kill Iris…but to steal her away in such a way that Barry would never know (without jeopardizing his existence, in other words)

Also, as a bonus:

“I forgot how much tact you lacked, Caitlin,” Savitar sneered, without looking up. Out of the corner of her eye, Iris saw Killer Frost flinch.

She was trying to kill her. Logically, Iris knew this.

But the more emotional part of her remembered her friend, who had sat with her and encouraged her to pursue Barry. Who had defended her place on Team Flash. Who had gone out for drinks with her, played darts and laughed with her.

Caitlin Snow, with a warmer heart than most people realized. Killer Frost was assisting in Iris’s murder, but…Iris would believe in her friend—in Caitlin—up to the bitter end. And in that vein…

“You got what you wanted,” Iris spoke up sharply, “there’s no point in bothering her about it.”

Savitar couldn't care less about Killer Frost, that's canon. Iris, though? She looks at KF and sees her friend, Caitlin (because the show ought to have emphasized their friendship more). She speaks in KF's defense when Savitar won’t. It's sweet but also so sad 🥺

(Also helps explain why she forgives KF so quickly in s4. I reject that “work friend” nonsense)

Now ofc this is not the last time I'm gonna write Savitar, and it's not even the last time I'll write Saviris. But this was a fun way of inserting a moment of them into canon, to give Iris a win with him like Barry gets one...to further emphasize Savitar's feelings for Iris and establish that they always existed 🥰

director’s cut ask game!

[mayasdeluca]

Here's a convention breakdown:

Meet & Greets are usually 30 minutes with the guest of your choice with up to 25 people (Epic did only 15 people). These are the hot ticket because you get the best interaction with someone. What's said in M&Gs is usually supposed to stay there but as we have seen people who have been to Danielle or Stafania M&Gs in the past tend to spill vague and annoying tweets as part of that inner circle.

Photo-Ops: You can say hello (get a hug), tell them your pose idea and get in place but these pretty much move quickly.

Autograph/Selfie: This is a good time to have a quick semi-private chat with a guest where you have their attention or for however long it takes them to write your autograph. Some people are quick and other monopolize time. There's really no way to know how many autographs they will sign in a 30 minute period. And on top of that if they are doing selfies (Stefania was not) that could take up even more time.

Anyway, as I keep reflecting on my Epic weekend, I can safely say that my autograph interaction with Stefania was the worst I have ever had. I DO NOT BLAME Stefania. She only did 2 blocks of autographs back to back at the end of the day. She saw the crowd and heard the voices around her, she has to stop talking so much, she can't write messages, no personalization, etc. So she could not give people the time/attention they deserved. And I think that weighs on the guests mind. I was watching her sign like a machine, she barely looked up at anyone. It was clear by the time these autographs happened her social battery was drained.

I feel like because autographs are the most social time with guests they should happen in the morning or earlier in the day for even the same amount of time and IF need be, the guest can come back at the end of the day and finish off the last few remaining but not the bulk of them. I saw Stefania in the morning at a photo-op and while I just briefly said something to her for my pose she seemed much more vibrant.

I can totally understand why Stefania opted out of the nighttime fan event for the next Fan Fusion To The Rescue. After a full day of conventioning where not only are you exhausted from the work you put in but also from hearing everyone else's story, you don't want to "people" anymore and keep the smile up for appearances. It definitely seems way out of her comfort zone to even interact as much as she does but she does it and I thank her for whatever little rime she was able to give me.

On a separate note. I introduced myself to both Danielle and Stefania and they introduced themselves back as Danielle and Stefania. I heard Macey and Daniele and Francis all call out to Danielle as Danielle. BUT ALL I fucking heard on lines were Dani and Stef, Dani and Stef and I wanted to punch every single person who said it. Whoever started that in the fandom should get diarrhea forever. There names are Danielle and Stefania and you (not you directly) don't know them like that to even call them Dani and Stef if they EVER went by that.

That definitely makes sense and it seems like autographs is what ends up being the downfall of most cons and it must be because there's no real rhyme or reason as to how much time each one takes. Whereas with meet & greets its a set time and photos it's just a quick pose and that's it. There has to be a way for it to go smoother with people still being able to get that personalization and few minutes with the guest since they are paying for that time with them like everybody else.

I don't blame Stefania at all for not doing the extra activities like the parties and stuff anymore either. After doing all those things throughout the day it must be incredibly draining and I'm sure she wants her time to herself and to recharge. Especially for people who are more introvert and not as into social interaction...for her to do as much as she does already should very much be appreciated by fans.

I'll never understand the Dani and Stef thing. I never took part in it and never will. It feels so cringe to me how this fandom refers to them as that because we never heard that before and we aren't their friends...I really don't know why it became a thing and why it stuck.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 3, The mall | TW language

Yakov turned on the music and I started., in which I executed (almost) flawlessly. This was the best program I had done yet. A few minutes later I took my final pose, I could see yuri looking at me from the corner of my eye. I smiled in triumph as I skated over to yakov. "Y/N that was your best performance yet, I've never seen you so motivated before" yakov said happily.

He didn't have much to critic expect a few minor things in my jumps, but nothing major. I skated off the ice to see Yuri angrily wiping the snow off his blade. "Hey yurio, like my performance?" I teased.

He loudly huffed and started wiping his skates even harder while trying to ignore me. I laughed a bit and sat down next to him. I started wiping off my skates and saw his beet red face.

"Ok ok I'm sorry for teasing you" I apologized.

"It's fine I guess" he added.

I unlaced my skates and and put on my sneakers.

"Are we still going shopping?" I asked him as I sat up.

He also sat up and said "yeah I mean, do you still wanna go?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I be up for shopping" i replied

I grabbed my skate bag and we told yakov we were going shopping. He wasn't the most thrilled because we were going to do conditioning, but he let it slide.

I walked into the locker room and grabbed my wallet and phone out of my skating back.

When I returned, I saw Yuri waiting for me at the door.

"Ok I'm ready" I said as I smiled and ran over to him.

He gave a slight, almost unnoticeable, genuine smile in return.

Yuri walked infront of me and held the door open.

"Thanks" I said, responding to the kind gesture.

Yuri and I then started walking down the extremely cold streets of St. Petersburg.

Around 10 minutes later, we finally made it to the mall. By the time we got there I was freezing and visibly shaking. We stepped inside and it felt like heaven. The warm air surrounded me as Yuri and I started walking.

"Where should we go" Yuri asked me.

"I don't know...maybe American Eagle or Macys" I said.

"Those sound boring" Yuri groaned

"Would you rather me take you to the back of Spencer's? I can assure you that won't be boring" I said slightly annoyed.

"Yeah no thanks" he replied  giving me a horrified look.

"Alright American eagle it is!" I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him around to different stores picking out clothes for him.

When we got to American eagle we walked over to the men's section and started looking.

"So Yuri what kind of clothes are you looking for?" I asked him and I examined the clothing racks.

"I don't know, jeans and shirts I guess?" I replied.

"What kind of jeans? Skinny, loose, relaxed?" I ask.

"Idk I usually get black skinny ones but i dont really like them, I wanna get ones that are less tight" he adds.

"Then why don't we try relaxed ones?" I ask

"Whatever you think is best" he replies.

I reach up onto the top shelf where the relaxed jeans are and grab a pair but then stop myself.

"What size are you?" I add.

"I think like a size 2?" He says hesitantly.

I grab a size two and walk over to the dressing room area. I ask the lady for a dressing room and she unlocks the door to one. I wave over Yuri and give him the pants.

"If you need a different size tell me" I say as he walks into the dressing room.

A few minutes later he unlocks the door and comes out wearing the pants. He has his hair pulled back into a ponytail, is wearing a black sweatshirt.

"Does this look ok?" He asks

"Yea it looks fine" i reply as my cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

"Alright" he adds as he goes back into the changing room and puts his regular pants back on.

We go back over to the pants section and get a few more pairs he liked, and some sweatshirts.

I walked up to the cash register and I paid for his things. We walked around the mall and bought thinks for another few hours.

After a lot of shopping we left the mall and walked down the street. I was kinda hungry, and I could tell he was too.

"Wanna stop at a seven eleven for some snacks?" I asked.

He nodded in response.

I saw one just down the street and pulled him into the store. Once we got in we both went our separate ways. I walked down the aisles and made my way back to the slushee machine. When I got there i saw Yuri grabbing a cup from the stand.

I walked over to him and also grabbed a cup.

"I didn't know you liked slushees" I said looking over at him.

"I guess there's a lot of things you don't know about me then" he said with an ever so slight laugh.

I smiled at him.

I filled up my cup and walked away to grab some snacks. After I had finished I started walking up to the counter, when I got closer I saw Yuri walking over from the other side. We both met at the same register and placed our stuff down together.

"That'll be 21.25$" the cashier said.

There was a lot of chocolate and Candy on the counter along with the slushees. I grabbed my wallet out but then I saw Yuri handing the worker money. I stood confused as he put the candy into a bag and handed me my slushee. We walked out of the store and it was almost pitch black outside.

We collectively decided to call Lilia to come pick us up. We walked over to a bench and sat down.

"You didn't have to do that I could've paid for it myself" i said.

"It's fine you paid for most of my clothes anyway" he added.

"Thank you" I said with a smile.

He looked away but then a huge gust of wind sent shivers down my spine.

I started shivering, but then I looked over at Yuri and saw him taking off his jacket.

And placing it on me.

"Yuri cmon you don't need to do that" I said as i started to take the jacket off.

"Yes I do, if you catch a cold from this it will be my fault for not helping" he said as he slips the jacket back onto my shoulders.

"Thanks.." I replied.

My stomach started feeling funny again so I turned away and went onto my phone.

Soon lilia arrived in front of us and and we both climbed into the car.

The time was around 8:30.

I decided to look out the window while we drove. When we made it back to the house Yuri and I separated our bags and went upstairs. Lilia seemed confused as to why I was wearing Yuris jacket but didn't say anything. I unpacked my stuff and got changed into something more comfortable. I walked into my bathroom and started my 'nightly routine'. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and all that stuff. I threw out my empty slushee cup and walked back into my room. Yuris jacket was laying on my bed, I contemplated whether I should give it back now or wait until tomorrow. I decided to give it back to him now since he might need it. I stood up and walked over to the door to his room. I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Hello?" Yuri said, tiredly opening the door.

"Here's your jacket back" i said handing it over.

"Oh thanks" he said turning away and putting it in one of his drawers.

"night" I said.

"Goodnight" he sheepishly replied.

I walked back into my room and laid down on my bed. I opened a bag of chocolates and started eating them. I scrolled through Instagram on my phone, most of the other Grand Prix competitors were on vacation at the moment. I yawned and set the alarm on my phone for 6:35 AM. I rolled over and closed my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

[tieflingtareon]

My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 21 | Words: 5.5k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

That devil is getting into his head, while others get into Tar'eons. He doesn't appreciate not having the upperhand after years of being at the disadvantage. He will find a way to make him see.

He is the one he should be listening to. Astarion would make it so, no matter the means.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

Despite Astarion's insistence on waiting until morning, he was gone before Tar'eon awoke. He wasn't sure what he was expecting.

He dragged himself out of bed, washed himself, and dressed for the coming adventure of the day. Shadowheart had insisted on going back more than once to the temple, so there was no question about whether or not she was coming. Karlach had insisted on coming too, if only to show support for Shadowheart's beliefs. Anything for the woman she loved.

Seeing as Astarion was nowhere to be found, he asked Gale if he wanted to join them, but he looked like he hadn't slept a wink.

"I'm afraid I may have to sit this one out, if you want me in tip top shape for the grand battle with Ketheric." His skin was a ghastly shade, the veins in his neck and his cheek looking a bruised colour.

"I see...If you'd feeling unwell, please, go see Isobel. She's a divine cleric." He insisted, but Gale waved his hand.

"No, no, I'll- I've had worse days. I assure you. It's simply my heart acting up." Tar'eon was about to protest when he heard another voice from behind.

"Karlach said you were looking for an extra hand, I'm geared up and ready to- Hells." Wyll looked at Gale with a pained expression. "You look ghastly."

"Why, thank you. Your horns are looking as lovely as ever, Wyll." Gale drawled and Wyll winced. He deserved that he supposed.

"I was just telling him to visit Isobel, but he won't." Tar'eon sighed.

"I-" Wyll pursed his lips, looking like he was considering his choices before he sighed. "I'll stay behind. I'll make sure he doesn't keel over while you're gone."

"Excuse me, I can take care of myself just fine. I've lived with this heart condition for years!"

"Well, don't go making your years shorter by not taking it easy." Wyll gave him a warning look before stepping around Tar'eon to place a hand on Gale's shoulder. "Go. I'll take care of this one. Worry about finding the relic. I'm sure Lae'zel would gladly join you, if you can find her."

"If I can find her?"

"I saw her walk out last night, and she did not return before I went to bed, which was fairly late. That's all I know. I doubt she'd gotten herself kidnapped or killed. If anyone dared, she would have returned with their head by now." Wyll said with certainty.

"Maybe she's training. She likes to do so at night. She says it's quieter. Easier to focus." Tar'eon frowned thoughtfully. "I'll see if I can find her."

"I hope you do. Come on." Wyll turned to Gale and ushered him up the stairs. "Back to bed with you. You were reading all night, weren't you?"

"Can you blame me? Imagine if I died before finishing one of my tomes? That would be my biggest regret." Gale chuckled wearily, leaning more on Wyll than he probably intended to, but the swordsman had the strength to keep him upright.

Tar'eon watched after them and frowned thoughtfully. He hoped those two worked out what ever was between them...having two pairs of lovers not speaking to each other would cause too much drama in their party. He sighed and went outside to find Lae'zel, and after walking the entire premise, he finally found her in a grouping of bushes far off to the left of the inn.

He was about to say something, considering her state of being half undressed, but anything he had planned to say was stolen when he saw a very large, very familiar figure come out of the bushes too. He stared, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was gaping at the pair as they spoke, Halsin all smiles despite Lae'zels curt words and mannerisms.

Now that he looked closer, she was definitely covered in claw marks. Gods. He had not seen those two coming. Though, if Lae'zel had wanted to sleep with Wyll, he supposed sleeping with Halsin wasn't a large leap to make. The druid certainly looked pleased after their night together.

Tar'eon slowly backed away and jumped when he bumped into someone, familiar icy fingers grasping his waist to steady him.

"Lae'zel of all people...I thought Halsin would prefer somebody less terrifying. Maybe someone more fluffy than scaly."

"I...I suppose." Tar'eon turned to look at Astarion, lips moving wordlessly for a moment. "I...About last night-"

"I've been waiting all morning for you lot to get your things together." He cut him off. "Hurry up. We have a relic to find. I want out of this dreary place before I decide to throw myself to the shadows."

Without giving him a moment to respond, the vampire walked off.

"I...okay." Tar'eon pulled his hair back and pursed his lips.

Find the relic. He would focus on the relic. Then, when they got back...he could finally sit Astarion down and tell him everything. The Urges, the fear, all of it.

Anything he wanted to know, he'd bare it all. His whole soul to the man who had his heart.

****

"Be careful." Tar'eon warned Shadowheart as she took another leap. She had been adamanent about completely the trials of Shar herself after they stumbled upon Lady Shar's spear. This trial was the last one, and Tar'eon stood back, anxious. Shadowheart was intelligent though, using her misty step for the final leap when she realised she would not make it.

She nabbed the last gem and turned back to them.

"I won't be able to make it back across. Meet me back at the Waypoint." Tar'eon nodded and watched her disappear in a flash of purple light.

"You heard the woman." Karlach grinned and smashed her fist to her palm, disappearing with a laugh. Tar'eon glanced at Astarion, who quirked a brow and vanished with a click of his fingers. Tar'eon sighed and followed suit. At the waypoint, Tar'eon did a quick head count.

Karlach was missing.

"Again?" He groaned and vanished to the waypoint outside, nabbing the stroppily walking tiefling before he reappeared with the group. "From now on, Karlach has to buddy with someone if we portal."

Astarion cackled as Karlach flushed.

"I'm not any good magic, alright? I can speak to animals and cast fireball, that's about it." She grumbled. Shadowheart chuckled.

"You're very useful in combat, Karlach."

"You think so?" Karlach smiled shyly, perking up instantly.

"Yes. Very. Come now. This might be my chance." Shadowheart had a shimmer in her eyes, like she couldn't contain her excitement. Finally being of service to her Lady, in her temple. She was more devoted than Tar'eon realised.

Sinking further into the depths of the temple, Tar'eon couldn't help but watch Astarion. He had said little to him since they left the inn. He wished the day would go faster so they could return and finally talk. He hated how quiet it was without Astarion's commentary. It felt wrong. He'd gotten so use to his interjections, his chuckles, the cadence in his voice.

Tar'eon shook his head. He need to focus. Focus on the mission. They had an important job to do. The sooner they killed Ketheric, the sooner the shadow curse would lift. The soon he could kill Cazador. Find Zevlor. Wyll's father. Mol. Get everybody to safety. This mission was a catalyst, a turning point. Whatever they found down here, it would change everything.

So he took a deep breath and put his heart aside. Right now, all he needed was his mind, and his body. It was easier to do then it had been in the beginning of their adventure. Perhaps he was growing detached to the horrors of heroism. Who knew?

As they stepped off the platform, he looked upon the altar and turned to Shadowheart, nodding for her to place the gemstones in their rightful places. They shone as they slipped into their places, and with a rumble, the door opened. He breathed out slowly before inhaling deep and continuing on. The air in the temple felt oppressive if he was honest. He did not feel the comfort Shadowheart felt here. As they continued deeper inside, Tar'eon noticed another sigil and placed his hand to it, the stone flashing a bright purple as it recognised his magic and accepted his passing. He stood back up and came to stand before the pool of water, looking at the statue of Shar with a tilt of his head.

"This must be the last step." Shadowheart spoke with trepidation, but reverence flooding her words as she knelt. "I need to pray. Only by Lady Shar's grace did we even make it this far."

Tar'eon did not kneel with her, but he stayed silent during her prayer out of respect. Karlach stepped forward hesitantly and bowed to the statue, looking unsure. From his knowledge, Karlach did not follow any deities either. Her willingness to accept Shar for Shadowheart's sake was endearing though.

The dark cleric gathered herself back up and stood tall. There was a feeling in the air, the knowledge that once they went forward, there was no going back. Whatever loose ends they had, they had to be forgotten. Tar'eon took another deep breath and waded into the cold water. Though it was a blasphemous thought, he found himself praying for Selune's grace, rather than Shar's, letting the water envelop him.

There was no going back. Once they had the relic, war would be but a long nights rest away.

****

He didn't know when he passed out, it was like a flicker of nothingness before he awoke again, coughing up water despite being bone dry. He looked back at his companions, and found they were all collecting themselves too, Astarion's eyes finally meeting his after so much avoidance. He looked worried for a moment, taking a step forward before they heard the voice above them.

"You did well - better than I would have credited you with. Now hurry along and bear witness to my masterpiece." Balthazar. Dammit, he'd forgotten about him completely. He should have known the man had his own motives, that he'd follow them in. He should have killed him earlier. They couldn't let him get the relic first.

He scrambled to his feet and had to take a moment to steady himself. He felt almost feather light, like the smallest push could send him flying away.

"Quickly. We can't let him beat us to it." Shadowheart said quickly, a scowl on her face as she ran after the man, but they faced a challenge when they reached the edge. Tar'eon looked over the ledge to the rock miles away. There was no way they could make that jump.

"We're stranded!" Karlach was shocked, eyes wide before she gritted her teeth, holding her axe tightly in hand. "I bet I could make it. If only to wipe that smug look off his face."

"This isn't our normal plane. It's the Shadowfell." Shadowheart noted. "I think we could just...go for it."

"Well I won't be volunteering to test that theory." Astarion remarked, looking sceptical of the leap.

"I guess it's times like this I'm supposed to be a leader." Tar'eon sighed and took a few steps back. He sucked in a deep breath.

"What're you doing?" Astarion looked at him in alarm.

"Taking a leap of faith." Tar'eons tail hit the ground like a whip, as if to kick him into gear, and he ran forward, trusting Shadowheart to be correct about the differing of realms physics.

"If he dies, I will kill you and your Goddess!" Astarion snarled at Shadowheart as he fell down, down, feet smashing into rock. It felt almost like he'd been floating. He turned back to the group and ushered them down.

"Threaten Lady Shar again, and feel her wrath." Shadowheart narrowed her eyes at Astarion before following after Tar'eon. Astarion scoffed.

"They're both idiots." He remarked to Karlach who smirked.

"They think we're idiots, you pompous nob." She snorted and jumped, Astarion grumbling before he followed suit. After that, they made quick work of their leaps, each one leaving Astarion feeling a bit sick with nerves if he was honest. Shadowheart continued to recite prayers as they travelled, and he was half tempted to shove her off the path to shut her up. Tar'eons feet finally landed a few meters from Balthazar, his companions following suit, and he was shocked when he looked up to see...a woman? Bound by magic.

"Balthazar. Come to add more bars to my cage?"

Tar'eon didn't need to hear anymore if he was honest. He refused to let an obvious future ally rot in a cage. She hated Balthazar, and likely the Absolutes too. He didn't favour the idea of leaving anyone stuck in a prison. He was pretty sure this was their Nightsong. The one they were supposed to find. Ketheric's weakness.

He'd promised Isobel to find it, find her, and he had. Now, he would fight to free her, and the rest of the shadow lands, Balthazar's army be damned.

He may not be an expert magic user, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he was happy to use all wide range attacks that he could muster up against Balthazar's goons. He thought Balthazar would be harder to beat, but he was just a dead man in a dead mans body. Putting him back in the grave was an easy feat, especially with Karlach's rage and Astarion at his back, Shadowheart to his right blazing through undead fiends with radiant magic.

They'd all sustained some injuries, nicks and cuts, bruises and some swelling, but by the time the hoard was diminished, it was blissfully quiet outside the storm that was the Shadowfell realm.

"Are you alright?" Tar'eon asked quickly to Astarion who had taken an arrow to the thigh, which he had snapped in the heat of the moment to attack back.

"I'm fine." He was panting, grimacing from the pain, but he looked past Tar'eon. "We can deal with it later." He insisted, nodded past him. Tar'eon turned around to face the Nightsong. Who Shadowheart was approaching with a hardened resolve. Shit. Tar'eon had almost forgotten Shadowheart's plans entirely...

"Balthazar has drawn his final rancid breath. A pity it was not my hand that brought it about. Instead, it was you." The Nightsong turned to face Shadowheart head on, contempt in her gaze. "You, who have come to seek the praise of your wicked goddess. You, who have come to drive a dagger through my heart." Her approach was halted by the cage, hands keeping her from straying from it's confines. How lonely it must have been, with only her own company. Tar'eon couldn't imagine survive such a fate. He couldn't imagine still having any hope. The Nightsong didn't seem to have any.

"Not a dagger - a spear. My Lady Shar's spear." There was a conviction in Shadowheart's voice that Tar'eon was not used to. He'd never heard her sound so fanatic yet hollow. This was the not girl he remembered saving from the pod. It was not the girl who adored night orchids and feared wolves above all else. "Her fate is mine to seal. Let me handle this."

This was a Dark Justiciar, a loyal, hollow follower, of Lady Shar, coming to fruition.

"The fate you seal is your own. To be a Dark Justiciar is to turn your heart from everything but loss. You will know no love, no joy - only servitude. Until of course your mistress inevitably discards you." Nightsong stared at Shadowheart, letting her words sink in. "And there is much she does not tell you - a terrible blood price that may extend beyond my own death."

Shadowheart bristled, eyes narrowing at the Nightsong. Tar'eon found himself wordless, unsure what to say to make her see reason. Because she had to see reason. What he do if she didn't? Could he really kill her, in order to save all the lives haunted by the shadows? By Ketheric?

Would he have to? Would she force his hand?

He looked to Nightsong, and he could tell she knew her fate was on a knifes edge. He had to dissuade her, somehow, he had to say something.

"Shadowheart-"

"Shadowheart, don't do this." Karlach stepped forward, eyes wide and fearful. Not for what Shadowheart may do to the Nightsong, but for the woman herself. For what this may do to Shadowheart.

"Please. You can't." To feel no love...no joy...If it was true, Karlach couldn't allow it. She'd been a slave to Zariel for ten, long years. If all Shadowheart would gain from this was a life of servitude - she couldn't let her do it. Not when she wanted Shadowheart to love more than anything. To smile, to laugh - all the good things. She wanted to keep the woman she knew, the woman she loved. She wanted to feel joy with her until the bitter end. To love and be loved until the heat of her engine consumed her completely.

"Don't?" Shadowheart turned to Karlach, shocked by her request. "This is my mistress' will - my life's purpose!" Anger made her voice raw, jagged around the edges. She settled Karlach with a steely gaze. "If I have to step over your corpse to fulfil what Lady Shar asks of me, so be it. Your choice."

Karlach staggered back, the hurt cutting deeper than she thought it would. She stared at Shadowheart in disbelief. Less than an hour ago, she'd been smiling at her, so fond and sweet. Where had she gone?

"I..." Karlach lowered her head. She didn't know to say. "This is wrong...but I can't fight you." She swallowed hard and glared at her. "Do what you must." It wasn't spoken with any kindness or acceptance. Her heart was breaking as it was to watch this.

"Well, well, well. What's that I sense? A spear intended for my heart. Empowered by your goddess, aye - empowered to kill the child of a god!" Nightsongs voice was hoarse as she spoke, and Tar'eon wondered how long it had been since she spoke to another. How much she had screamed in her cage. "Do you know what I am, little assassin? For I know you - a lost child, frightened by wolves in the dark."

"What did you say...?" Shadowhearts voice was nothing but a mere wisp of what it was prior.

"Much has been promised to you, hasn't it? But what has been taken from you? What do you know of your own heart - your own life?" She was getting under his skin. Beneath the cracks of her armour. Karlach could see it. "I sense more in you than you know."

"Whatever you think you know of me won't matter, once I become whom I'm meant to be."

"Don't do it. Don't kill her - she knows something about you. Spare her, and see what she has to say." Karlach pleaded, anything to make Shadowheart see reason.

"This is all I've worked, for all my life!" Shadowheart snapped, turning to the tiefling woman as the spear extended from his hand, glowing faintly. Just one strike would give her everything she'd ever asked for. Would repay her debts to Lady Shar. She would finally have it all. Her dreams would become reality. "Why on earth should I let it all be for nothing?"

"Because I love you!" Karlach's voice cracked, raw with the confession as her hand fell from her chest, trying to convince the cleric to look her in the eye. "And I can't watch you do this to yourself. I can't. It's wrong, and you know it. You're jeopardising everything we've been working for these past few weeks, for a goddess who will take everything you already have! You're risking so many lives...Risking any happiness you could have; no love, no joy? What about the life you could have?" The life we could have, she wanted to say.

She shook her head.

"Sometimes I think the only thing keeping us apart is your devotion to another woman." Karlach managed a strained laugh, but tears sprung up in her amber eyes, slipping down hot cheeks, trying to stifle them.

"Please. Please, don't do this. Don't let Loss consume your life...You don't have be lost anymore. I'll guide you wherever you need. I'm the brightest damn thing out here, in all these shadows. And this old torch isn't dying anytime soon, if I've got a say in it." She knocked against her chest, her iron heart, and smiled at Shadowheart, begging the woman to see reason. To see the heart, as mechanical as it was, that could give her so much more than Shar ever could.

"She's been locked down here for centuries. With nobody. She deserves to be free of her cage. And we're gonna need her, when the time comes to kill Ketheric. We have kill him. You know that, don't you?"

"She's all I've ever known." Shadowheart looked at the spear in her hand, the conflict in her eyes unable to be hidden. "All I've ever trusted. I can't...I can't turn my back on my Lady."

"Hells, I'll be your lady! I am. Know me, trust me, choose me, if you won't choose yourself. Choose to love, to feel joy, with me."

"I told you my dream. You told me you'd support me, that I deserved it, after everything I'd done in the name of Lady Shar." She tried to deflect, tried to keep herself rooted in her conviction. But it was waning. Her faith was crumbling, and it terrified her, to lose the only constant she'd ever had in her life.

"I support your happiness! This will not make you happy, Shadowheart. Working under a cruel hand, it doesn't make anybody happy. Even when you smile and try to push through the worst days, it won't make them better." Her voice broke, speaking from the deepest parts of the hurt that tarnished her soul. "It won't. Please."

Karlach reached her hand out to her, eyes begging her to take it.

"Let your Lady's final loss...be your blind devotion to her."

Shadowheart stared at the woman, looking more frightened that Tar'eon ever remembered her being. She was always so cool and collected...It felt like looking at her as a child again, the fear on her face as wolves closed in. She looked at the spear, holding it in both hands. Then, she closed her eyes, and in that moment, Tar'eon knew she had made her choice.

She gave a yell of defeat as she threw the spear into the chasm below, looking ready to cry as she watched it disappear, lost forever. Any chance of gaining her mistress' favour, of becoming a Dark Justiciar...it was gone. Her goddess would disown her. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to reconcile with her choices. She would not regret. She refused.

A warm hand graced her shoulder, and she turned to look up at Karlach, taking in the expression on her face. She looked...surprised. Like she hadn't expected Shadowheart to choose her. But she had.

She had chosen love, rather than loss.

"Shadow..." Karlach breathed, and she lunged at the woman, grabbing her by the collar of her armour and kissing her hard. She had thought about their night together endlessly, but she never let herself hope. She had been sucked into the delusion that she would gain her mistress' favour and serve her until the end of her time. That there would be no time to give Karlach all she deserved. She hadn't wanted to get her hopes up, not when Karlach was so damn kind.

Karlach wrapped her arms around the cleric and crushed her to her body, heart thrumming and her body growing hotter, but she didn't need to worry about it failing. Not yet.

The kiss broke with a sigh, Shadowhearts pale green eyes meeting fiery amber.

"You're going back to Avernus when this is all over, you hear me?"

"What?" Karlach pulled back with a frown, hurt flashing in her eyes. "I- I told you, I'm not going back-"

"You will." Shadowheart voice held no argument. "You will. And I will come with you. We're going to get your heart back, and you are not going to die on me, you hear me?" Despite her cold tone, her eyes were shiny and wet, her chin threatening to wobble.

"I gave up my everything for you. You promised me your heart." She placed her palm over her chest, the glowing iron heart so hot it burned, but Shadowheart still allowed it to hover. "I swear to you, we will get it back. You will live the life you deserve. And you will live it with me."

Karlach stared down at the cleric in wonder, her own eyes wet. She blinked them away, pulling Shadowheart in and holding her tight. Committing her to memory.

"I...I don't want to die yet. I never did. But I'm still scared. If I go, Zariel will try to take me back. I couldn't live like that again."

"You won't be alone." Shadowheart swore it like an oath. "You will guide me through the shadows, yes, but I will be the sacred flame that burns in your heart - it's ours now. It will never belong to Zariel again."

"Gods, you always know the right thing to say." Karlach laughed wetly, sniffing a little as she pulled back to look at Shadowheart. She loved her with the power of two hearts, and she filled both of them with ease. "I...I'll do it. Okay? If we make it out of this alive...I'll follow you anywhere. Even into the Hells."

Shadowheart smiled, eyes shining as she gently touched her cheek. She turned to the Nightsong, and the heavy truth of her choice weighted on her shoulders.

"Lady Shar will disown me...what will happened to me?"

"Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed." Tar'eon watched as the Nightsong knelt before Shadowheart. He looked to Astarion, who looked just as shocked as he was. He quirked a brow.

Did you know Karlach was dying? He wanted to ask. It would be a conversation for later. Why Karlach hadn't told him...He wasn't sure.

"Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that had been waiting for me this last century. Then - oh then, we will have much to discuss." Shadowheart hesitated. To lay a hand of friendship onto a child of Selune...it would be the greatest slight against her goddess.

Though...she was no longer her goddess, was she? She was free to live her life as she saw fit. As terrifying of a prospect as that was. She placed a gentle hand to her shoulder, and then, she heard it. The music. The Nightsongs song. They all stepped back as they watched the magic pulsate from the circle that once kept her bound.

"Our Lady of Silver. Hear me! She Who Guides, the Moonmaiden Selune - Mother of the so called Nightsong, the Nightsong is no more!"

Tar'eon had to squint away from the harsh light as it grew brighter and brighter, but despite that, there was a flourishing feeling of peace that came over him. When he looked back to the light, he thought he saw an angel. A real, true, feathery-winged angel.

The Nightsong was a warrior of the heavens. An angel in the flesh.

"I am resplendent." Her voice was like a song, yet firm like a Sergeant. "You have given me a great gift, little warrior. Don't you find it oh-so-curious that you would spurn your Dark Lady? Perhaps you feel a stirring of the truth already." Shadowheart placed her hands on her hips, not wanting the comments on her disobedience so soon.

"But that will come later. There is a battle yet to be fought. You have done what we feared was impossible. You have freed me from a century of sorrow. Your power is great. So too must be your weapon. You must choose what you will wield. And the Moonmaiden will provide. Thus I have said; thus will it be so. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Tar'eon stepped forward, awaiting her command. She held the air of a general, and he couldn't withstand the order to be her soldier.

"To kill Ketheric Thorm." With that, she took off with a grace flap of her wings, and Tar'eon watched her disappear in awe.

"We need to leave. Lady Shar won't stand for us to be here - not after what we did." Shadowheart quickly warned, and Astarion scoffed.

"If Shar is angry, she's being remarkably quiet about it."

"That's what frightens me. She must be angry, yet I don't feel it, or hear it...There's only silence." She sounded lost, hearing nothing at all. "Let's get out of here, please. Whatever's coming, I don't want to be in the heart of the Shadowfell when it finds me. The Nightsong will be headed for Moonrise Towers. We'd better get there, and see what she's unleashed against Ketheric Thorm."

"Good idea." Karlach nodded sharply.

"Oh fun...can we take a nap first? I'm awfully tired. I swear, it's the air here." Astarion tutted before he pointed behind them. "Oh. Portal. That saves us some effort. I don't think we can use the sigils magic down here."

"Come on. If we're lucky, they might hold off battle just one more night so you can get your beauty rest." Tar'eon chuckled and Astarion clicked his tongue as he was ushered towards the portal.

"I'm still mad at you, I'll have you know."

"I promise, I will tell you everything once we get back."

"...Fine. I'm feeling rather generous after that heartfelt display." He gestured to Shadowheart and Karlach behind them before they passed through the portal. Karlach was halfway through herself when Shadowheart gave a bloodcurdling scream of pain, the hold of Karlach's hand slipping away as the portal went black.

"Shadowheart!" Karlach cried and banged on the impenetrable window. Astarion looked at him in alarm and though he wouldn't dare admit it to anyone else, he ran towards the portal to get to their cleric as well, digging his dagger into it futilely in hopes of creating a crack in the magic.

A few agonising moments passed before the portal seemed to come alive again, Shadowhearts body falling through it, as well as a glowing spear, different from Lady Shar's own. She was curled up on the floor, looking like she was in agony as Karlach knelt by her side. They all waited with baited breath before she groaned, sitting up. Her head rested upon Karlach's shoulder, feeling weak.

"I...I thought I was done for. I thought perhaps I might have been dead." She breathed, eyes haunted as she tried to forget. "This...This all feelings like some terrible dream. But it's real, isn't it? I stood before the Nightsong. I heard Lady Shar's words...and I failed her."

"You did the right thing." Karlach assured, squeezing her hand in hers.

"I did worse than fail her. I defied her." She bowed her head in shame. It was hard not to feel it. "I...I tried to leave. But Lady Shar blocked me. Punished me for failing her. I thought I knew the limit of pain that the incurable wound could inflict, but I had no idea." She shook her head, allowing Karlach to hold said wound to her chest.

"It felt like I was suffering the agony of a thousand people, all at once. My blood was boiling, my hair was on fire. I thought I'd claw my own face off with the pain..." Karlach looked heartbroken. Guilty. She had convinced Shadowheart to betray her mistress after all. She never wanted her lover to be punished though. "But then she released me - banished me more like. She said I was an outcast, that all of her children would know me and revile me. I'm alone."

"You're not." Karlach promised. "You will never be alone again. Not on my watch."

"I have to agree with her." Tar'eon smiled ruefully. "I'm afraid you're stuck with us."

"Yes, well...I'd miss you briefly if you died." Astarion offered and Tar'eon elbowed him while Karlach glared. "Alright, alright! You are...my friend." His gracious attempt actually drew a small chuckle from her lips.

"I'm a target now. Anyone who bows to the Dark Lady could turn on me at any moment." She warned.

"Like we can't take a few Shar worshippers." Karlach scoffed. "We've got you, baby." Shadowheart smiled shyly at the pet name and Astarion pretended to stick a finger down his throat and gag to Tar'eon while the lovebirds made eyes. He shoved him gently, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Let's head back to the Inn. I imagine everyone is waiting there. Even if they aren't, I doubt they'll charge into Moonrise without us. We need the rest if we're going up against Ketheric." Tar'eon decided, and Shadowheart looked conflicted, wanting to talk to the Nightsong as soon as possible, but Tar'eon was right. They were all exhausted from travelling through the Shadowfell and besting Balthazar.

Tar'eon took Karlach's hand and then Astarion's, closing his eyes as Shadowheart clung to her lover. In a flash, they were back at the Inn, and relieved to be.

He looked up at the Inn and waved to Jaheira who was leaning against the balcony, Lae'zel beside her, sharpening her blade. Halsin gave a bow of his head at their arrival, a new resolve in that naturally warm gaze.

One last night, he thought to him. Then, Ketheric Thorm will be dead, and the Shadow Lands free once more.