#I didn’t do too much with this thought but Ari was the typical not doing too well zaun citizen whose time was running out due to illness

[lynxfrost13]

I’m so glad that my love for arcane is happening at the same time as my love for signalis bc I remembered my AriElster Arcane AU… might have to rework that a bit praps

[taevolu]

The Boss [First Part: "You"] 18+

Brief Summary: Hatred from the beginning, lust in the end. You are an obedient worker with a demanding boss. Make the wrong choice and your life will be lead to complications. Will this end with benefits, love or heartbreak?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,397

Warnings: bulling, alcohol, masturbation, degrading/praise, jkxdom, teasing 😩

Parts: One, Two, Three

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Working in an office and dealing with projects day after day wasn’t what you’ve planned on doing when you were little. You’ve always wanted to be that performer on stage, wooing people with the talent you were born with. But sadly, that was just one of your childhood dreams. After you’ve graduated college you had no other choice but to be an employee of a magazine company. It wasn’t as bad as you’ve expected it to be but the thought of having to research and do presentations added onto the hatred towards your job.

“Hey ___!” You hear your co-worker, Jimin, yell out to you from the other side of the room. You shot up your head from resting onto your arms to see Jimin happily waving at you across the room, you groaning in response. Jimin was always that euphoric person at work, it’s not like it’s bad or anything, it’s just too much sometimes.

Jimin is walking towards your cubicle with one of his wide smiles.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out and eat lunch with me?” He asks. But as much as you wanted to, you didn’t want to take his request due to the amount of papers you had to go through and finish for that day. You ended up turning him down but Jimin wasn’t having it, yourself already knowing that this was going to happen.

“Oh come on ___, just for a while?” he pleads with puppy eyes. You chuckled at his expression and took it, “Okay I will eat lunch with you, Jimin. But it can’t be too long. I still need to finish my papers.” He nods with a smile, softly grabbing your wrist with his hand and dragging you outside to his car.

The drive under the gleaming sun with music and Jimin’s singing reduced your thoughts about work, glad that you took his offer.

In all honesty, Jimin wasn’t what you expected back in your dark years of high school. However, you were still glad to have someone like him to come into your life, glad that he stayed with you and helped you grow into the independent person you are today.

Back then, you were always that outcast in school who would always sit in the corner of the classroom and was the only person who would never have a friend to talk to at lunch. People saw you as a “freak” or that person who was always overly obsessed with idols who wouldn’t even notice your existence. That stated fact was something you already knew but little did they know, those idols were the reason for your happiness.

“Why don’t you cry out to your baby ‘G Dragon’ to help you?” Aries mocks you by fake crying, the other girls laugh in response. You were on the ground with your books scattered around you, pages ripped by the girls that were surrounding you. This was a typical day for you, not phased at all but this time they were more aggressive, bruises covered your body from the rough kicks you’ve been given.

You didn’t respond to the brunette, having another sharp kick to your stomach as a response. Making you whimper in pain.

“Hey Girls!” You hear an all too familiar voice call out. Your eyes widened in fear as you looked up to the figure which stood upon you, Park Jimin, a member of a group of assholes.

“Why don’t you girls step aside?” He pushes the girls to make his way over to you, gradually walking towards you while yourself is slowly moving away from his presence. Your anxiety increasing, for he is another reason for your devastation.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer!” You managed to choke out between your sobs. The fear that was present on your face made his soften. He squats down and sighs, looking at his feet. He starts to speak, “ ___-” He starts but you cut him off, “No don’t! You’re one of them!” You cry out. He looks up to you with an apologetic expression, sighing at the amount of horror he had on you.

His arm starts to extend its way towards you, lightly placing his hand on your arm making you flinch at his touch. “___, I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice soft, giving you a reassuring smile, “I’m here to help you.” He stands up and brings out his hand for you to take. You look up at him in disbelief due to his action he has done the day before, not accepting his offer. He lowers down his hand as he gets the hint of distrust that was shown through your eyes, about to speak but was interrupted by his friend, the biggest asshole in the group. His voice sent the both of you to turn your heads over to his direction.

He chuckles at the sight he was capturing between Jimin and yourself, “Are you really helping that fat bitch?” You wince at his words while turning away, making Jimin snap his head over to you and back to the asshole.

Jimin huffs in annoyance, leaving his spot in front of you to approach his friend. Seconds later, you hear the asshole groan in pain, your head shooting up to see him hunched over while holding his groin, then looking over to Jimin who had tight fists on his sides. His friend begins to snicker but then grew into full chuckles, chuckling turning into laughter. He then straightens his posture with a sigh, looking at you with a wink. You shudder in disgust as a response.

“This isn’t the end.”

―

“We are here!” Jimin exclaims in a singful voice. You jumped a little, tuning out of your thoughts, making Jimin lightly chuckle, “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He softly says. You just smile and exited his car to walk over to the deli.

The both of you already received your meals, sitting on a table close to the window to admire the scenery that was in the distance, making you relax your mind from stress. Jimin then breaks the silence, “What were you thinking about in the car?”

You turned your attention to the sandy haired being in front of you, “Oh nothing.” Giving him a reassuring smile.

He scoffs, “Sure ___, it was ‘nothing,’” He shifts his gaze to the scenery and shifts them back to you, “Tell me, what was it?”

You sigh in defeat, “Remember our high school years?”

The mentioning of ‘high school’ makes Jimin’s expression soften and shows of guilt, “___..” He begins but you cut him off to avoid the conversation about how sorry he is for treating you the way he did. Shaking your head, “No, no, Jimin it’s fine, I’m fine. I’m just glad that we are great friends, and glad that we don’t have to encounter those days anymore.” You take a sip of your drink, Jimin still staring at you with concern.

You look over to him, chuckling, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Have you heard about our new boss?” Jimin states. You quickly snap your head over to Jimin, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“New boss?” You wanted to clarify.

He nods in response.

“Do you know the name of this new boss of ours?”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

You froze in place at the familiar name. Jungkook, that asshole back in high school, that asshole who has made you the most miserable being on this planet. You shook your head, remembering that you’re now an adult and so is he, telling yourself that he has grown out of his immature state from high school. But to think that a guy who bullied people in his past, is now the boss of the building you are working at was just nonsense. Your head begins to throb at the thought of Jungkook ordering you around, laughing while you’re being used like a servant.

“Earth to ___? Are you there?” Jimin is waving his hand in front of your face, “Time to go.” He smiles weakly, you nod in response, your mind still stuck on the new information about your new boss, Jungkook.

―

As you and Jimin make your way back to the office all you were thinking about was the news that Jimin broke out unexpectedly. However you had to shake it off when you were greeted with the stacks of papers that were almost as tall as the office building. You sigh in frustration as you go back to doing the same thing over and over again, until one of your coworkers speaks up to announce the same news. 

“Good Afternoon Map of The Soul Inc.! As you all have been told, Mr. Jeon is retiring from our company, but have no fear! His presence will forever be with us as his son, Jungkook, will take his place as our boss!” Everyone applauds and hoots at the announcement while he and his father walk up to the middle of our office. We see Jungkook smiling and bowing to everyone while You and Jimin try your best to acknowledge his presence by faking your smiles.

You try to not let your past get into your head because it's the past for a reason, right?

As you are lost in your thoughts Jimin nudges you, “Seems like he recognizes us.” He whispers. You slowly look up from the floor to lock eyes with your new boss. He winks and smiles.

Displeased, you shake your head and turn back to your desk to finish up your work for the day. “Can this day be over already?” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry miss, what was that?” Your body shudders at the familiar yet horrifying voice. As you turn back around, you see Jungkook standing just inches away from you. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion due to how quickly he walked over to you and Jimin in just seconds of turning away.

“Oh nothing boss. Just a lot of work to finish before I leave, that's all.” You force a smile. But as you stare at him you notice that he lost his baby cheeks and not to mention the height differences. He does seem different from how he was in highschool; instead of glares his stares are soft, his stance is no longer tense and more relaxed.

“___, you’re doing it again.” Jimin whispers in your ear. You snap back into reality realizing that you were just staring at Jungkook for the last 2 minutes. Jungkook chuckles lightly, not minding it.

“So I see that you two are still friends? And no I don't mean that in a rude way, it's nice to see familiar faces.” He bows in respect and walks back to his father to greet the rest of the employees. 

You couldn't help but notice his body transformation. The way his biceps stood out under his white button up, his cuffs rolled up just below his elbows that reveal noticeable veins popping out of his forearm, and his sharply defined jaw that he would flex every now and then. It felt wrong to keep staring when you were just dreading his presence seconds ago, but the butterflies made it hard to stop.

Feeling your continued stare, Jungkook looks back at where you’re standing, locking eyes with yours. You immediately look away to face Jimin as your face reddens in embarrassment. “So smooth ___.” Jimin giggles. You playfully slap his chest in response which makes his giggles turn into laughter.

You and Jimin always joked around with one another since being friends for so long, some of your coworkers assumed that you and Jimin were a thing but it was always a best friend relationship and nothing more. However, for some odd reason you felt a piercing stare. You glance up to see who it is, Jungkook. His smile that he had seconds ago went back to the glare that you remember back in highschool. You shrugged it off and told Jimin that they needed to go back to working on their projects.

―

You were finally at the end of the pile of your work when all of a sudden you were stopped by a whisper in your ear, “Meet me in my office please.” His deep husky voice immediately sends shivers down your spine. You nod your head in response and got up as ordered.

You followed Jungkook into his enclosed office, wondering what he wanted to speak to you about.

“___, I brought you in here to ask if you wanted to be my assistant? You’ll be able to develop new skills and knowledge about our company and even travel with me, interested?” This offer was huge and suddenly made you forget about the past. However, that would mean that you wouldn’t be around Jimin as often, the one person that actually kept you sane at this job.

“As much as I want to accept this offer, Mr. Jungkook, but I would have to think more about it. But thank you for considering me.” You replied with a smile.

He chuckled at your manners, “Just Jungkook is fine, ___. But once you’ve thought about it, just walk into my office.” He smiles.

―

“Come on ___! Loosen up a bit!” Jimin is trying to encourage you to go out to the bar and karaoke. But as tired as you are from everything you just wanted to go home and relax, then again he was still able to drag you into doing so. You both drank tons of tequila sunrises and long islands, sang both of your hearts out like there was no tomorrow and had random emotional breakdowns about work. Time was going by without you being aware that it was already midnight, you and Jimin took off while stumbling on each other's feet from being wasted.

“Are you sure that you’ll be fine by yourself?” Jimin slurs. Without thinking, you nodded yes to his question. Being in your drunk state you requested for a ride through your phone since it didn't feel safe to walk alone in the dark.

After what felt like an hour your ride finally comes by. Unfortunately, you were too wasted to even confirm the identity of your driver but you just shrugged it off because a ride is a ride.

“Where are we headed?” The man asked. You snapped your head to the man as his voice sounded familiar. You squint your groggy eyes to the rearview mirror to make up the man that was behind the wheel. Your eyes widened in realization of who it was, Jungkook.

“Oh I’m sorry, wrong car.” You try to open the door but he locks it before you can even attempt to.

“It's okay ___. I don’t mind. And I’m sure that at this time it's much safer for you to ride with someone that you know.” He smiles at you through the rearview mirror. You nod and send him the address to your apartment. The car ride to your place was silent, no music or talking, just the wind passing by as he drove through the empty roads.

As a long couple of minutes goes by, you are finally at your place. You thank Jungkook for the ride then open up the door. All of a sudden you hear the car go into park, you didn't think much about it and continued to walk to the door of the lobby but was then stopped when Jungkook aggressively yanked you by the wrists. You were shocked by his abrupt movement. You opened your mouth to attempt a scream but right when you were about to do so he covered your mouth. He then runs his free hand down the middle of your back to keep you still.

He slowly leans down to meet his lips to your ear, “It’s good to finally be around you again.” He whispers with a smirk plastered on his face. In your surprise you didn't stop his touch, you didn’t know whether you liked it or not, at this point you just blamed the alcohol taking over you body. 

With one of your free hands you gently tug his hand away from your mouth, “Soooo you wanna come inside with meee?” Your words came out slurred as you were still tipsy.

He gave you a low chuckle in response, “See you at work ___.” He winks.

‘Holy fuck that was hot’ You thought to yourself.

You walked drunkenly to your apartment, kicking off your shoes and making your way to the shower to wash off your sweaty body. After your shower you flopped onto your bed, your mind kept replaying the way Jungkook held your body and the way his body gave warmth to yours from how close he was to you. You let out a frustrated sigh, running one of your hands down your body to then reach your pussy. Just the thought of Jungkook made you crave his touch, to touch your aching pussy.

‘Fuck..Jungkook.’ You whisper while rubbing your swollen clit. You needed to cum, you needed to cum really bad. You quickly grabbed your vibrator that was set on your night stand, turning it on and slowly inserting it in your pussy. Your body shivers from pleasure, imagining that it was Jungkook fucking you.

‘Yes Jungkook, fuck me please.’ You spoke out loud. At this point you didn’t care how loud you were being, all you cared about was getting off on the thought of Jungkook. Then all of a sudden you heard a knock on the door. Were you being that loud?

You quickly turned off the vibrator and pulled up your shorts to make your way up to the door. You peek in the peephole to see the person that was on the other side of the door.

Jungkook?!

You froze in place, shocked to see him outside of the door when you were just touching yourself by the thought of him. You lightly palmed your face in embarrassment, hopefully he didn’t hear anything. He knocked again which startled you back to reality. You finally open the door to see Jungkook holding up your purse.

“I believe that this is yours ___.” He says with a lopsided grin. 

“Yes that is mine, thank you for bringing it back.” You stuttered along with a nervous laugh. ‘Fuck, by the look of his face he must have heard me.’ You attempted to grab your purse to quickly go back inside your apartment but got stopped by Jungkook, getting a hold of your wrist once again.

He leans in closer to your face, your breathing becoming uneven from the sudden gap being closed off by his presence. “Does the thought of me turn you on, hmm?” His deep husky voice making you shiver, your pussy only becoming wetter. You felt your nipples harden under your thin tank top, making you pull your wrist away to cross your arms to hide them. However, Jungkook had other plans. He pushes you back into your apartment, following along and closing the door behind him.

“Jungkook-“ You tried to speak but he silenced you with an unexpected kiss. His tongue finding its way to meet up with yours, moaning through the kiss. He lifts you by your legs, your legs now wrapped around his waist, lips still locked, and places you on your dining table. His lips start to trail down to your neck, leaving wet kisses. You moan in pleasure, your pussy now soaked.

Jungkook gradually went lower to your breasts, pecking each one before crouching down to meet up with your aching mound. You gasp as you feel his hands ride up from your thigh, slowly making his way to your pussy. You closed your eyes with your head falling back, waiting for him to finally touch you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ___.” He chuckles. “Wanna explain why you’re so wet? Hmm?” He hums while kissing your inner thigh. All that left your mouth was a moan, your mind not able to think of what to say. But with your silence, Jungkook aggressively slaps your thigh, having you wince at the sudden pain.

“I asked you a fucking question ___. Answer the fucking question.” He growls. His face was full of lust and a hint of neediness.

“Because of you, Jungkook.”

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PLEASE do not copy, translate or post my writing on any other platform without my consent. ―taevolu🤍

credits:

Picture -  Andre Benz (unsplash.com)

Jungkook PNG - starcolors13 (deviantart.com)

[twice-inamillion]

Children Adventures 

Fluff (adventure)

Chapter 213

1650 Words 

(Children's adventures with Jisoo, Ari, Hina, and Daeun. They spend time with their grandparents and explore Hawaii.)

Grandparents: 

Jihyo’s Mom and Dad

Mina’s Mom and Dad

Chaeyoung’s Mom 

Sana’s Mom and Dad

It’s 9 a.m., and the babies have breakfast with their grandparents. The babies sit in their high chairs and eat cereal and apple sauce. 

All the grandfathers eat together across the living room and discuss on their own as the grandmas sit beside the children at the table and watch as they eat with their hands.

“Jisoo and Ari eat very well. They are going to be strong when they grow up” says Sana’s mom.

“Look at Hina over here; she’s trying to share some of her food with Daeun,” says Jihyo’s mom. 

“Thank you for sharing your apple sauce with Daeun. You’re such a big sister,” says Chaeyoung’s mom. Hina gets happy hearing that she’s a big sister and shows her gummy smile. 

“Haha, look at Hina. Just like her mom and that cute smile,” says Jihyo’s mom. 

While the children eat, the member’s moms talk about the wedding, mainly about your performance. “I still can’t believe that you actually had him give you a strip dance,” laughs Mina’s mom. 

“I didn’t know since Chae was embarrassed. I wanted to tease her a bit, but I guess I’m the one who got the long end of the stick.” 

“You mean…”

“When he placed me on the floor, I panicked since it was dark. I tried to grab him, but I ended up touching it by accident,” and covers her blushing face

The mothers laugh at her embarrassment and tease her, “Was it big?”

They quietly wait for her to answer with full interest until she finally speaks up, “It felt bigger than my hand,” showing her small hands. The women laugh, causing the babies to look up. 

Mina’s mom looks at Jihyo’s mom and says, “You have a hung son-in-law,” causing Jihyo’s mom to smile proudly. 

“Thank you. My daughter has told me about it, and I’m happy she’s getting her fill. Happy that resulted in my first grandchild, too,” looking at Jisoo eating her fill of apple sauce. 

“What was your reaction when she told you that she was pregnant?” asked Chaeyoung’s mom. Jihyo’s mom tries to remember when you and Jihyo got together and says, “Hmm… it’s a funny story, actually. When they started going out, they would hang out at the house. It was cute seeing Jihyo act girly since she has a strong personality. Haha… I still remember going to the girls’ school for an event, coming home a bit early, and hearing the two of them in Jihyo’s room with the door closed making noises. I placed my head by the door, could tell they were fooling around, and knocked on it. The face they made was to die for, haha. Later that day, I sat down with Jihyo and reminded her of her job as an idol and not to have dating rumors. I told her she could have him come over and, if they were both serious about their relationship, do it here, at the house, and not in a hotel. From then on, I would give them two space in the house while doing my errands. I would see the smile on their faces when I would come home. As you all know, they had Jisoo there much later.”

“How come you gave them the okay to have sex at our house?” asked Chae’s mom. 

“We knew it would happen sooner or later, so we thought it would be easier to control the situation and have them do it somewhere safe. Plus, her dad and I are not your typical parents; we still have sex, drink, and even tell Jihyo to drink with us.” 

Chae’s mom is surprised by her comment and looks around the group of moms and sees them nod in agreement. 

Mina’s mom is about to give her own input, but Ari interrupts their conversation by flicking some apple sauce to Jisoo's face, causing her to get upset and yell at Ari. 

After having breakfast, everyone gets ready and heads out to the aquarium. The children are in their strollers and enter the small aquarium. The first exhibit they see is a large fish tank where all the fish from the movie Finding Nemo can be seen. 

The Twins and Jisoo jump off their stroller and plant their faces on the glass as they try to see the fish resembling Dory and Nemo. “Look, Jisoo-chan, Ari-Chan, you can see Dory over there,” says Sana’s dad. The two run towards the other side of the glass and raise their arms to be picked up. 

“Up, up!” 

Jihyo’s dad and Sana’s dad pick them up to where Dory is swimming, and they tap the glass. On the other hand, Hina walks to her grandpa and pulls on his shorts. He looks down and sees Hina with her puppy dog eyes, pointing at the glass, “Ne…Nemo.” Her grandpa picks her up and walks to where the Nemo fish is swimming, “Look, Hina, it’s Nemo.” She looks at the fish, slowly pokes at the glass, and traces her, following the fish. When the fish swims away, she turns to her grandpa and kisses him on the cheek, thanking him. He smiles and laughs at the sudden kiss, causing Hina to show her gummy smile. 

After finishing the fish exhibit, they walk to an open area and take pictures of the children. Before moving to the shark exhibit, they stop by some benches and have a snack. Walking to the exhibit, they see a large tank of different shark species. Hina is the first to point at the shark and shout, “White!” 

Her grandpa strolls beside her and says, “Were you trying to say great white shark?” Hina nods, and he replies, “Close, but that’s a bull shark. Is a great white shark your favorite animal?” She nods and says, “White, white!” while holding her arms up. She picks her up and moves alongside the shark as it swims in the large tank. 

Ari and Jisoo, on the other hand, look at the sharks and make noises, imitating biting sounds. They start to play around the pathway, chasing each other until their grandmas get their attention and ask them to stop. They stop and are sternly warned to behave like Hina and Daeun, who are sleeping. 

They exit the shark exhibit and stop by the gift shop for a souvenir. Jisoo picks out the jellyfish, Ari, the penguin, Daeun gets Dory, Hina picks the great white shark, and the grandparents get souvenirs. 

They all head to the next stop, a family-friendly hotel with pools meant for small children. Some of the men go to reverse a tent while the others change into something more comfortable. 

The babies come out waddling to the tent with their one-pieces and hats while Daeun is carried. With everyone in the tent, they place a soft mat for Daeun and Hina to play in. 

Meanwhile, Jisoo and Ari point at the water, “play… play.” “Do you want to go in after asks Ari’s grandma. Ari and Jisoo nod their heads and grab their floaties. Jisoo’s and Ari’s grandpa put on their vest and took them into the shallow pool. With their donut floaty around them, they splash each other. 

Hina, with her cute outfit and shades, watches her sisters play in the water. She turns occasionally to watch Daeun play with her tofu plushy that Dahyun got her. 

Daeun, after playing with her toy, begins to cry out of hunger. Hina gets off her chair, walks to Daeun’s baby baby, and pulls out the bottle her grandma prepared for her. She walks to her grandma and says, “Da eat,” while rubbing her belly. 

“Are you saying that Daeun is hungry?” Hina nods and points at Daeun, who is crying. “Would you like to feed her?” Hina replies, “Me sister” and waits for Daeun to be placed in her stroller. 

Hina then shakes the bottle and gives it to her baby sister. Daeun immediately begins to suck on the bottle and looks at Hina, who is smiling at her. 

A few minutes later, Jisoo and Ari return from the pool. “Omg, you, too, have a small tan! Did Grandpa forget to reapply the sunscreen?” The both of them laugh as both their grandpas apologize to their wives. 

Sana’s mom then comments, “You took are going to look like Jihyo and Mina with their tans.” The rest of the parents laugh at the idea of the babies looking like their mothers. 

They spend several more hours at the pool and go in multiple times. Ari tries to get Hina inside the pool but doesn’t want to get wet and decides only to soak her legs. 

After a long day, they all return to the house with some local food on the way back. The grandparents place a short table in the middle of the large living room and begin to eat. 

“Kids, it’s time to eat!” yells Chaeyoung’s mom.

The twins and Jisoo, after getting home decide to run around with their new toys in the backyard and play monster. Hina, who got a great white shark, chases Jisoo, Ari, and the yard. The other two scream and laugh as they try to escape Hina. 

Then they hear it’s time for dinner, they run inside the house and ask to get picked up, “wash.” After washing their hands, they go to the living room and stuff their faces as the rest of the adults are still in the kitchen. “What are you girls doing?” They lift their faces covered in rice and sauce, causing the rest to laugh. Jisoo holds her hand, offers them some of her rice, and smiles. 

[beaumoore]

✦ FINN COLE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ✦ BEAU MOORE the TWENTY-EIGHT year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and was a FAMILY FRIEND to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the SORRY MOM OWNER who lives in HORWICK are said to be OBSERVANT and DISTRUSTFUL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

BASICS.

full name: beau tristan moore nicknames: n/a age: 28 years old date of birth: april 13, 1994 zodiac: aries sun, pisces rising, taurus moon gender: cis male pronouns: he/him orientation: panromantic demisexual

BIO.

(cw for custodial interference & strained/toxic family dynamics, & implied infidelity)

you’re born into the lap of luxury. old money, from your granddad’s grandpa’s uncle’s...whatever he did. you learn young that asking too many questions gets you answers you don’t like. you grow up in harlow estates in a typical family. you’re the youngest of three, so needless to say your parents are completely over each other by the time you come along. you’re aware before your teenage years that “working late” is probably the stupidest excuse in the world, and you learn to forge your mother’s signature on permission slips halfway through middle school. in all, things are fine. your dad puts you in baseball and you pretend to like it all the way through high school graduation. you learn from your older siblings which stairs creak and where the loudest sections of the floor are in the foyer. you learn to shotgun a beer at some gross house show. you become a regular at a bar in nashville, always down to check out the music passing through. even if it means having to do it sober because you’re pressing your luck already being 17 in there. you break your collar bone in 10th grade and you get a hard clap on the (uninjured) shoulder for the way you bite your lip and won’t cry about it. 

you and your friends grow up and they discover girls. you follow, not really getting the hype but knowing better than to announce that. you get your first girlfriend, and your buddies seem pretty supportive. relieved, almost. you try not to dwell on that. you like her well enough, anyway, but. something felt off, something you didn’t have an explanation for. she thought you were just being gentlemanly, taking things slow. maybe that was it. you didn’t know how to explain why else you just didn’t even think about much for the first couple of months. she breaks up with you anyway, and you’re kind of glad. her taste in movies was abysmal, and her voice cracked if she laughed too hard. someone else would find that endearing, probably. your friends console you, or try to. truth be told, you really weren’t that bothered. she had been nice, and pretty, but you’d sort of known from the beginning the two of you weren’t a great match. 

you kiss one of those friends at his graduation afterparty, and you think maybe. maybe that makes sense. he leaves the following august. you stay in town. things are only a little more complicated when you find out your friend had apparently been an anomaly. you date casually --girls, mostly, but you dip into other dating pools-- and you’re twenty years old when the term demisexual answers, like, every question. you apprentice under a tattoo artist, much to your parents’ annoyance. your parents, if possible, know you less now than they did before. (still, years later you’ll ask for their help buying the shop, and they’ll acquiesce. they never really get you, but they don’t stop you.) you meet a girl. she’s going to throw your life in a tailspin. she’s going to try to ruin you. you think even if you knew that, you would have still walked up to her. 

your son was born almost six years ago. wyatt’s your heart and soul, and so much like you it’s going to drive you nuts when he gets older. but things aren’t easy. she leaves you a month before he’s born, and you jump through all the hoops to establish paternity. you’re content with your visitation for the first couple of years. but then things change. you don’t talk specifics, but it’s surprisingly simple to get primary custody. probably helps you’ve got a steady job and your own home in horwick, and your parents are all too happy to help you afford the best in legal counsel. they might not have really cared too much about being parents, but being grandparents becomes their world. so, you think things will be fine. wyatt comes to live with you, and you’re more than accommodating with visitation. especially while he’s so young, you really encourage her to spend as much time as she can with wyatt. things are going to change once he starts school. 

things change faster than that. the story is long, and stressful. you don’t like telling it. it’s the kind of thing you hear about, but you don’t think will happen to your kid. you keep telling yourself you got lucky. it took about a week to resolve, and wyatt didn’t even seem to comprehend what had happened. he’d been so young, he probably just thought they’d gone on a trip. still, even a couple years later, the event leaves you paranoid. she’s not allowed contact with wyatt, and even once she gets out you’re going to fight to uphold that. wyatt starting school had been a nauseating concept, and you cried in your car for a solid five minutes before driving back home and just...waiting. he did fine, because of course he did. he’s bright and friendly and he’s going to be fine. you hope. you really, really hope.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

(these are just basic ideas and anything here can be tweaked and tailored, and all except the first are open to multiple muses!)

i’m not leaving because i don’t care / i have to go because the idea of being in love with you / makes me so scared / and i don’t know / who i am anymore / but i know i never even questioned it / before i met you

male/nonbinary, 27-29

ok yeah the friend i mentioned at the start of the bio? this is them. i gave like a brief backdrop but tbh it can be tweaked to fit. the two of them had been friends for years, and it never really went that far between them. he’s not, like, beau’s first love or anything, but he meant a lot to him and now it’s weird. maybe that can be patched up or maybe they’re just doomed to be worse than strangers.

what a way to go out / something this town will forever talk about / the two kids who were laying down / and struck by lightning in front of your house

any gender, 26-31

childhood friends! they’ve stuck by each other through a Lot of shit. beau had that stereotypical rich kid upbringing so ducking out with his friends was about the only thing keeping him somewhat normal. even now that he’s doing the whole dad-business-owner-nervous-wreck thing, they’re close. he makes time for them. or they just show up who knows honestly both are probably true.

did you wanna hear my voice / or have i just lost my mind? / did you call me last night? 

any gender, 26-31

love a good exes plot. beau’s had a lot going on for a While and maybe that didn’t make him the best partner. he’s also got a thing about the people he dates meeting wyatt, and how long he’ll keep them completely separate. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about his partner, he just has his reasons. not to mention he’s kind of married to his work and sometimes he’s too emotionally constipated for his own good. he’s not winning any partner of the year awards here, but he does care. caring’s not always enough, though, is it?

[doesntseemfxir]

giggles. you’re probably already writing this but i want to see the teddy bear with a vibrator thought so so bad 🚶

ehehehe yes thank you Aries for moving this fic up my priority list!! Now it can be crossed off that hellishly long list of DH ideas

words: 1.5K

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut; mommy/doll kink; vibrators; dependency; kinda?? dirty talk, but not tons; Wanda manipulating situations

summary: doll house AU; Doll wakes up from her afternoon nap with her new giant teddy bear and discovers a fun little secret about her new gift

doll house au. ||

A sweet gift for my perfectly sweet girl.

That's what Wanda had said when you woke up to the giant teddy bear earlier that morning. Pink, fluffy, and slightly bigger than you when you stood, it was safe to say you were easily in love with the stuffed animal. You had no idea how she'd gotten it; nothing had been delivered to the house, never did, and there was no way she'd leave you all alone for however long it'd take her to find such an object.

You didn't think about it too hard though, it didn't matter. Good behavior had gotten you the stuffie of your dreams and you wouldn't fret over the logistics. You'd given Wanda a great many hugs and kisses after that, ever grateful for how well she treated you. Someone might say it would get boring staying in one house all the time, but Wanda gave you everything you could possibly wish for and she lived to take care of her precious doll- not once had you ever given thought to what lay outside the doors.

Afternoon sunlight shone through the large window of your bedroom now and you shoved your face further into your new teddy to protect your eyes. After a day of playing and laughter, Wanda settled you in for a nap and while you typically protested, today you went without a singular complaint; you were determined to stay on your best behavior.

You'd fallen asleep peacefully on your bear, curled around it as it sat propped against your headboard. Turns out, it was the perfect pillow.

Looking around, you found yourself alone and while you wanted to pout, you were too cozy to be too bothered. Instead you just cuddled up tighter, knowing your mommy would come get you when she was ready for you. Soft arms hugged the new toy tight, squeezing it extra hard to make sure the ball of fluff knew how much you loved them.

Maybe you touched some part of it you weren't supposed to, but this time as you embraced it, something inside switched on. The vibration was soft at first, muffled by the stuffing inside of its limbs, but you felt it easily, your thighs twitching as its fur tickled your skin. "Oh..."

You weren’t supposed to, you knew it was against the rules, but you were so sleepy and it felt so good…

Rutting against it felt sweet as sin, wiggling aimlessly while you tried to find what made you feel best. Finally you found a rhythm that both stoked and eased the growing tension in the pit of your stomach and before you knew it, it was hard to even care how you’d so obviously be caught as soon as Wanda saw evidence of your arousal on your new toy’s leg. It felt too good for you to think about anything but the pleasure being handed to you right in your bed.

You were greedily working your way to an orgasm when Wanda climbed the stairs; you didn’t hear her, too lost in your own world to even register when she’d come to stand at the edge of your bed. “You didn’t call for me when you got up, little one.”

Her knowing voice made you stop immediately, forcing yourself to sit still as possible. Stupidly, you still moved your hips, just a little bit, but you were unwilling to give up how good you felt altogether. “It’s not my fault, mommy… my bear distracted me!”

Wand hummed quietly, rounding the bed until she could sit next to you where you still straddled the stuffed leg. “Your bear? It can’t do anything to you.”

She knew, of course; Wanda made the bear herself. With as much as her precious doll loved stuffies and toys whenever they played together, Wanda figured she might as well combine the two for you. She hadn’t expected you to find out so quickly, but then again, you were always such a needy little thing.

“Why don’t you show me, lift up.” You raised your hips promptly, trying to be as obedient as you could even when Wanda slipped her hand between your thighs. Her fingers came back with all the evidence she needed, wetness shining on her fingertips.

She eyed you with that disapproving look you hated, making you shrink further into the pillowy softness that was your new toy. “Ah ah, don’t run away from me now, baby doll. You weren’t so shy when you were rubbing your greedy little pussy all over your gift just before I came in.”

You weren’t allowed to touch, you knew this. Wanda alone knew what was best for her doll, but she’d given you this teddy— surely that made it okay? “But I didn’t touch anything, mommy! I just gave hugs and it started and-“ Two of the brunette’s fingers slid into your tight entrance, slow and twisting as they pushed in until you started to squirm.

“I didn’t tell you to talk back to me, did I?” As you shook your head no, Wanda pulled away, sitting back on her knees before guiding you to do the same. “No? Then keep that pretty mouth shut.”

You nodded, pouting hard as you laid your head against your bear’s shoulder. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it had before, shame and embarrassment at acting out heavy on your mind while you struggled not to sit down fully again.

But Wanda wasn’t having that.

This time her push on your hips was harder, shoving you down until you were forced to the stuffed animal’s leg. The vibrations were still there, ready to as ever to send devious waves of pleasure to your sensitive cunt. You didn’t want it to though; not after being caught and certainly not when your mommy could do it for you. But as soon as you settled down, Wanda’s hands left you and no matter how cute and helpless of a look you were sure you were giving, the other woman wouldn’t budge. “You’re so ready to do it by yourself, doll. I’m just going to watch.”

Another minute of Wanda firmly refusing to touch you again meant you were really being left to your own devices. It wasn’t nearly as good anymore, the sweet secret pleasure of it all stolen under Wanda’s watchful gaze. Now you felt tortured, punished with her sitting so close, but so far away. You don’t know why you’d tried in the first place, for as long as you could remember, you couldn’t cum without her. All of you belonged to her, whether you controlled giving it over or not.

And there wasn’t a cute toy in the world that would ever come close to replacing what she made you feel. The longer you tried, the more frustrated you got, trying to seek out what’d made you so close before, but no matter how you rut your hips and how wet you grew, there was never any release to be found. “Mommy, I want you to help! Please, it hurts…”

“Aw, is that right, sweet pea?” Wanda crawled forward just enough to reach her arm to you, sliding her fingers between your toy and where you were aching. You were right; you were positively soaked, but as much as Wanda wanted to reach up and give you exactly what you so clearly wanted, punishment was in order. That didn’t stop her from letting one devious fingertip circle your clit, pulling away whenever you tried to press down too hard.

“First you break my rules, then you make a mess of your poor stuffie, and now you’re making demands of me?” She loved your whimpering, how you weakly tried reaching out for her even when she was being so cruel to you. Wanda let you cling to her, of course, let you seek out the comfort you wanted so badly while you were beside yourself with need. “You’re in over your head, little one.”

“‘M sorry, mommy… I won’t do it again..” Wanda merely hummed and rubbed your back with her free hand as you cried into her shoulder, body having gone limp as soon as you collided with her. Bear forgotten, you left your legs open for Wanda instead, savoring every brush of her nails against a particularly sensitive spot or when she pushed her fingers in just enough to make you feel full for a second. It was torture, but it was Wanda so you took what you could get and tried not to complain too terribly. She hated when you complained.

“I know you won’t. You learn your lessons so well!” She had no intentions of making you cum, not when you’d been so terribly naughty, but settling you onto her fingers calmed you enough for your wails to turn into soft sobs and that was easier to handle. When Wanda pulled away again, it took everything in you not to scream in protest— but that wouldn’t get you any closer to being your mommy’s perfect doll. And that’s all you really wanted, especially when you could turn to her and see her smiling back at you like Wanda was now. “Let’s dry those tears now, I made you your favorite for dinner.”

[ghostdrinksmoonshine]

astro observations: I

hello! this is my first post on this blog! I’m kinda new to this but I wanted a place to dump my observations so I’m starting here. thank you and I hope you enjoy :)

also quick disclaimer! this post contains my personal opinions and observations and as such is not meant to be taken very seriously or as fact. these posts are written purely for entertainment purposes so only take what resonates 💕

𖤓 pisces rising or people with pisces placements are SO easy to pick out, either through their appearance or their mannerisms. I’ve never met a pisces (or someone with prominent pisces placements) who didn’t look somewhat ethereal, either with big round eyes or a sweet voice. they’ve got those siren eyes, you know? and incredibly soft skin. they move like they belong in water. the more neptunian the person, the more prominent these qualities are. although having pisces rising and/or planets in the 12th house will do the trick too

𖤓 speaking of rising signs, aries rising people are also easy to pick out. they tend to have very prominent eyebrows (arched, like the horns of the ram) and a real presence about them. unless the native has other aspects which suggest a meeker personality, aries rising is not typically a wallflower placement. they either walk with purpose (power walk with a spark in their eyes, a real “don’t fuck with me” vibe) or like a little kid, all cheery and skipping around. the earlier the degree, the more childlike the aries rising will appear upon first meeting

𖤓 ^^ I have aries rising and have found that people tend to underestimate me upon first meeting because I have a very childlike and “happy-go-lucky” disposition. I’m a capricorn sun though, and every time someone gets to know me they always say I’m more serious and pragmatic than they thought I would be. like it’s a real shock </3

𖤓 sagittarius suns (or people with prominent sag placements) usually have a gap between the teeth! look out for it, if you know someone with it they probably have planets in sagittarius and/or the ninth house

𖤓 I see a lot of people say that libra mars is a “submissive” or “docile” mars placement but honestly I think people forget that libra is a cardinal sign, not a mutable sign. every libra mars person I’ve met has been fond of debating (and they are excellent debaters) and tend to play devil’s advocate. that, or they like to investigate every aspect of an argument to reach the most “fair” conclusion

𖤓 ^^ I think the “docile” stereotype comes from the fact that they’re not necessarily aggressive either, and don’t tend to anger easily. in fact, since libra is ruled by venus these people tend to be very socially charming (to the point of people pleasing). still, this doesn’t mean they won’t argue because they very much will. like I said, they’re big on fairness, as well as making sure all the “facts” line up. many of my friends with this placement ended up studying political science and/or law, or at least have an interest in politics. if you miss an essential detail they’ll pick up on it. they’re similar to virgo mars in a way, except libra mars focuses on fairness/balance, whereas virgo mars are nitpicky about details for precision/perfectionist reasons. they work hard to get the best results

𖤓 however, I’ve noticed that if the mars is on the cusp of virgo/libra, then the native will also use this ability to focus on beauty and aesthetics, regardless of whether their actual mars is virgo or libra. check your degrees, it’s important

𖤓 and on that note, I’ve also noticed that a majority of famous writers have prominent virgo placements! it’s usually a mix between virgo, sagittarius and some water sign/house, but virgo appears most consistently. since writing is an incredibly mercurial practice (editing/prose writing demands that eye for detail that virgos are famous for) this isn’t surprising at all

𖤓 gemini suns are so fucking cheeky, they really are the “little devil” of the zodiac. seriously, these people love taking the piss and trolling others. I grew up in a house of gemini boys can you imagine my pain. my boss is a gemini sun and he literally teases my coworkers all the time, calling them nicknames and messing with them. these people like to poke the bear and see how far they can go 😭 this also goes for people with strong gemini influences, for example my best friend isn’t a gemini sun but her mercury conjuncts her ascendent exactly and has the same humour I just described (this is because gemini is ruled by mercury)

𖤓 and continuing with this placement, mercury conjunct the ascendent makes the native a very good speaker, especially if it’s positively aspected. my friend is the only person who can persuade me to do anything, and she’s incredibly well spoken. the same applies to mercury in the first house, although it’s stronger when it’s conjunct the ascendent

𖤓 people with pluto in the first house have the most chilling stares, it’s like having scorpio rising even if you have no other scorpio placements in your chart. another friend of mine has pluto conjunct the ascendent (again, exactly) and we always joke that he has “fuck me” eyes 😂 that scorpio influence darkens any ascendent you have, it’s a very powerful placement. my brother also has pluto in the first house and my family used to say he had “evil eyes” whenever he got angry (his glare could kill you). my girlfriend says people say the same thing about her and she also has pluto in the first house! this is intensified if you also have scorpio rising (true for both my brother and my girlfriend, god bless)

𖤓 ^^ another thing to note about pluto in the first house: this placement usually indicates that the native will go through a major transformation regarding their identity in their lifetime, especially if it has to do with their physical appearance and/or presentation. what this means specifically depends on the rest of the chart and whether or not pluto is positively aspected, but it’s definitely a significant aspect of this placement!

okay that’s all for now! I have a lot of thoughts about astrology (I’m currently reading a lot about synastry and composite charts too) so let me know if you liked this! ✨✨✨

[sanjoongie]

Hate Sex:  J.WY ~ Part Two

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, enemies to lovers au ♡Word Count: 3,406 ♡Warnings: degradation kink, booty smacking, some dom!woo, fingering (f receiving), penetration with no barrier, breath play, m and f orgasm, creampie, wooyoung is shit at aftercare but he somewhat means well ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with angst! ♡Part One from Kinktober~ Hate Sex ♡Dedication~@mejuii @downtoamagicalland part two because when the vending machine was fed :D where would i be without you two hahahah

Leave it to Seonghwa to throw a party just for the excuse for himself to dress up in BDSM harnesses and label it as a "mercenary hot" theme.

Yunho was picking you up, as per normal, but when you slipped into the passenger seat and Yunho took his car out of park, his hand slipped on your thigh and you promptly removed it. Yunho gave you a brief look, not eager to remove his eyes from the road anytime soon, but still wondering why you wouldn’t let him do this small move that previously you let him get away with.

“You’re picking up Wooyoung too, remember?” You told him pointedly, keeping your eyes on the road as well.

“And since when did his opinion matter?” Yunho couldn't help but grumble. 

‘Because I don’t need to make Wooyoung any more jealous than he already is’, you thought to yourself but didn’t say that. “I just think you’re taking a lot of liberties with me, Yunnie.”

Yunho frowned, “I…what?”

You rolled your eyes, “Do you really think I’m that dense that I don’t know about your little group project? With the guys? Come on Yunho, the hand on the leg means something.”

Yunho cleared his throat. “You know about that?”

You sighed heavily through your nose. “Yes, Yunho, I know.”

“So… does this mean I lose then?” Yunho glanced over. Leave it to an Aries to be all about winning.

“Yes, Yunho, you lose,” You couldn't help but be bland and yet laugh under your breath.

Yunho let out a sigh of relief. “You’re not angry then, I take it?”

“I’m flattered but Wooyoung isn’t a fan, hence the hand removal,” You revealed.

Yunho winced, “You know about that too?”

“Oh my god, Yunho, yes! Geez.”

"Well, don't tell him you do. That would only upset him even more," Yunho pleaded.

Then it struck you; Wooyoung hadn't told anyone about fucking you. You didn’t have long to contemplate that fact because Yunho arrived in front of Wooyoung's place. Wooyoung opened the back door and threw himself into the back. “‘Sup losers.”

Yunho chatted happily with Wooyoung, who ignored you like he typically did. It all seemed like nothing had happened between you and Wooyoung. You were even more confused.

You weren’t the only one who was confused. It had been a few weeks since Wooyoung had fucked you and he still couldn't wrap his head around what the hell had happened. He kept replaying the night over and over in his head and it made him groan in frustration. How could he hate you so damn much but you simply adored him? It made him even more angry, actually.

What didn’t help you was that when the three of you entered Seonghwa’s place, San zoomed up to you, eager to show off his outfit. The tight, cropped vest that mimicked a bulletproof vest fit him wonderfully. You squeezed his arms in appreciation and San couldn't stop beaming from ear to ear. Wooyoung’s temper went from one to ten immediately. No one commented on his cross-chest straps or turtleneck sleeveless shirt. That’s it, he had enough.

“I fucked our favourite girl already,” Wooyoung announced very loudly. Jongho choked on the food he was eating. 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows puckered in confusion. “I thought you guys were having a Naruto marathon?”

Yunho looked dumb-struck. "I thought you hated her?”

“Wait, without me?” Yeosang demanded.

Mingi looked for clarification from Yeosang. “Are you asking without you for the sex or the marathon?” 

Wooyoung raised his chin stubbornly, “I do.”

“Then why fuck her?” San wondered.

You felt yourself sink into the cushions of Seonghwa’s couch. This was not how this party was supposed to go AT ALL. “Uh, do we really have to talk about this right now?”

Seonghwa looked at you in sympathy, “Wait, guys--!”

“So does that mean we all lost to Wooyoung?” Jongho brought up.

“Actually…” Yeosang chuckled, “About that…”

“No!” San shouted. “Yeosang?”

“He didn’t fuck her,” Wooyoung said smugly.

"So Wooyoung did win," Mingi looked hurt, as he usually did when he lost.

You stood up abruptly. "I'm gonna go!"

"Shit," Yunho cursed as they all watched you dash towards the front door. "Wooyoung!"

Seonghwa glared under a heavy brow. "Thanks a lot for ruining my party, Wooyoung."

Except Wooyoung wasn't paying attention to anyone but you. He felt empty; wasn't revenge supposed to be satisfying? He started walking after you, shaking off Jongho and San who tried to stop him.

Wooyoung busted through the door but you had simply slid against the wall opposite of it. Your head was on your arms, braced against your knees. Were you crying?

"Are you…okay?" Wooyoung asked tentatively.

Your head snapped up and you banged it against the wall behind you. "Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung's eyes were on the ceiling, avoiding your tear-streaked face. "I mean… I don't know why. You were perfectly fine with it when we fucked."

“I really didn’t think you were going to announce it to the boys when I was fucking there, Wooyoung!” You snapped.

That put Wooyoung on the defensive immediately. “It’s not like you didn’t know all of that already!”

“I’m sorry if I didn’t take well to you reaffirming with everyone that you fucking hate me!” You said, tears welling up once again. You dashed them away angrily.

Wooyoung’s stomach dipped. You really did like him. Wooyoung pushed a hand through his hair. “Well, you knew about that already too,” but with less venom in his voice than he had before.

“Why are you out here anyways? You wanna rub it in my face that I let you fuck me even though you can’t stand me? I would have thought that you would want to brag to everyone that I’m yours now and I’m addicted to your cock and how pathetic I am letting you fuck me even though I know that.”

Well, when you put it that way, suddenly Wooyoung’s hatred of you didn’t feel all that well founded. But he didn’t like the way you were making him feel right now. How was he the bad guy here when you were the one that was ruining their friend group? 

“This is stupid,” is all that Wooyoung could manage, sounding sulky even to his own damn ears. He kicked an imaginary rock.

“Yeah it is,” You said with a sigh. You stood up. “I’m leaving. Please don’t follow me. I really don’t want to be around you right now.”

Wooyoung watched you with dark eyes as you went down the hallway. He could already hear Yunho scolding him if he went back in there. And Seonghwa nagging him about his ruined party. The anger flared back in Wooyoung’s chest. No, he was not going to let you have the upper hand here.

Wooyoung walked angrily after you down the hallway, grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. “No. You go back in there and tell them that what we did was mutual! In fact, you tormented me even more so than I did to you. All your stupid heart eyes as I fucked you. Like that didn’t confuse the fuck out of me! No, you go back there and tell them that you loved me in spite of my feelings. You’re the one fucking all of this up. I was supposed to hate you!”

You stared up at Wooyoung, eyes wide. “What do you mean you were supposed to hate me?”

Wooyoung’s chest was heaving and the air passing through his throat burned but he was past the point of no return. “I don’t know anymore!” he yelled.

Now you were confused and hurt and angry. “Stop yelling at me!” You said, poking his chest angrily; the chest that you had licked and sucked and groped not only a few weeks ago.

Wooyoung frowned down at you. “Don’t touch me.”

“You put your hands on me first!” You shouted back.

“I’ll show you put my hands on you!” Wooyoung’s hands wrapped around your upper arms and pulled you adjacent to his body. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at the chubby poking through his leather pants and against your hip. He was… turned on right now? The fuck? “I’ll put my hands all over you,” Wooyoung said with a quiet threat. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You whimpered. You didn’t want this. Not again. Your heart was heavy but your body was reacting just like the first time. You were turned on by the heat of his anger, just as clearly as he was. "Fuck, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung leaned closer to your face. "So fucking desperate for me, aren't you?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already!" You said with some heat.

Wooyoung smirked. "I'm not the one desperate for your lips."

You smashed your lips against this, hungry for something you had thought you would never taste again. Wooyoung turned his head so that you had easier access to his mouth, which your tongue dipped into immediately. He tasted like the Amaro he had shot earlier but you didn't care; his kisses were always going to taste bitter to you because of the way he couldn't let his ego go and stop hating you. 

Now it was Wooyoung’s turn to swear. "Fuck, why do you always kiss me like you wanna dive into my mouth?" Not that he was going to admit that it made a feeling curl in his stomach, like he had taken a shot of something warm.

"Wooyoung, shut the fuck up for once!" You demanded and kissed him again, this time grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his mouth to yours once again.

By the time you were satisfied with his kisses, the two of you were panting in need, foreheads pressed together and barely letting your lips part for long. "Do I need to show you how much you're just as desperate for me?"

"Desperate my ass!" Wooyoung growled.

"Wooyoung, you were fucking pussy-drunk last time, don't even!" You huffed against his swollen lips.

Wooyoung bit down on those lips. "I did not." He wasn't going to speak on how that was the quickest he had come in a long time. He was just going to peg that on not getting off in a while.

"You are fucking ridiculous," You cursed softly under your breath.

Wooyoung took a deep breath and impulsively grabbed your hand. "We're going back to Seonghwa’s apartment."

You tugged back. "I'm not going back in there. And I'm certainly not going back in there with you."

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you. "Yes you are. If you wanna fuck me, you will."

"Wooyoung!" You whined as Wooyoung pulled you but you didn't really put any resistance into it because you knew you had to have Wooyoung again. You had to have a piece of him that wanted you.

"Oh good you're back!" Yeosang said in relief.

"Did you two talk it out?" Yunho asked hopefully.

You walked past them all with an awkward smile. Wooyoung said nothing, simply snaking his way between everyone and down the hall.

"Where are they going?" Mingi whispered loudly.

"Oh no… Wooyoung, don't!" Seonghwa wailed.

Had Wooyoung taken others to Seonghwa’s room to fuck? you thought as you stared at his back. 

Wooyoung turned around after opening the bedroom door, but his eyes dropped stubbornly from yours. "Get on the bed. I don't want to look at you anymore."

"Wooyoung…"

"On all fours!" Wooyoung barked.

Your eyes never left his face as you passed by him until you had no choice but to remove them as you crawled onto Seonghwa’s bed. You were on your hands and knees when you heard the door close and felt the bed dip behind you.

"Shoulda took you like this the first time," Wooyoung grumbled. "Just like the whore you are. Tap you from behind so I don't have to deal with your stupid feelings."

Wooyoung flipped your skirt over the small of your back and pulled your tube top down. The harness was the only thing holding your clothes on your body. You were fully exposed in any way Wooyoung wanted. He continued to mutter about how stupid this was, all the while, brushing his fingers over your ass and down the outer lips of your pussy.

You turned your head so you could cast a glance back at the red haired man that made your heart clench. "You gonna admire my amazing body all night or are you gonna fuck me, Wooyoungie?" You poked at Wooyoung verbally.

Wooyoung recalled your pain kink, so he slapped your ass. "I'll do whatever I damn well want because you'll take it all, won't you?" He admired the red imprint of his hand on your ass cheek. 

You leaned down, folding your arms under your cheek and waved your ass invitingly. "Come on, Woo," You cooed. " 'member how good it was last time?"

Wooyoung rubbed his fingers over your entrance, slicking them up before inserting two fingers into you. He finger fucked you, enjoying the lewd noises that were coming from your lower half. Now this part he understood; your want for him was a given, as should everyone's. Wooyoung was desirable. Everyone should get wet for him.

You didn't want to come this way, stripped down only for him to play with you with his fingers. The only way to truly get to Wooyoung was to shove the facts in his face. Wooyoung needed to fuck you again and he needed to feel something for you, anything. You were sure the second time would do it. So you did the only thing you seemed to know how to: piss him off.

"Oh, San's shoulders felt so fucking good earlier! It's too bad he didn't want you to feel them, huh? I bet clinging to those shoulders while he drills into you is nice," You contemplated.

"You wanna be drilled into?" Wooyoung said through gritted teeth. 

His hands left your body and you could only assume he was about to do exactly what you wanted. 

Wooyoung slipped into you with next to no resistance. "Such a fucking easy lay, you whore." Once you felt Wooyoung’s hips flush with your ass, you smiled to yourself. "Only for you," You murmured under your breath.

"That's right, only for me," Wooyoung panted above you. He began to move in and out of you, sucking air through his teeth at the sensation. "They all want you but I'm the only one who gets access to this tight fucking pussy. You only want my dick even though you're the last thing I want to fuck."

"Fuuuuuck," You groaned as Wooyoung rubbed the spot inside of you that made you feel damn good.

"C'mere," Wooyoung grunted. He raised you upwards, your back against his chest, the harness digging into your skin. His hand wrapped around your throat, simply to hold you in place. The new angle pulled another moan from you. 

You swallowed desperately against Wooyoung's palm. His other hand curled around your hip, thrusting into you with small cries. "So--fucking--desperate--for--me!" He said between thrusts.

"Woo," You replied weakly.

Wooyoung’s other hand moved up your stomach from your hip to cup your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling. "Just for me," Wooyoung licked and sucked love bites along your shoulder, "Everyone should see that."

Your ass bounced against Wooyoung’s hips, your own body working against him now, desperate for him to give you exactly what you desired. "Wooyoungie," You whimpered.

"Stop that," Wooyoung said, his voice raw, "Don't call me that. Don't say it like that."

His hand tightened on your throat and you made gurgled noise as he restricted your airflow. "Just focus on coming undone on my cock, okay? No need for anything more than that."

You nodded, unable to voice an opinion properly. Just as Wooyoung picked up the pace, flexing his hips, the edges of your vision darkened. You whimpered, your pleasure sharpening. Wooyoung let your air pipe go. "Such a kinky whore," he growled.

He let you collapse back to the bed, choking and gasping in air. He focused everything on gripping your hips and fucking into you. Your hands gripped the sheets under you, pleasure making your hoarse throat cry out, higher and higher, until an orgasm ripped through you. "Wooyoung!" You screamed, unable to help yourself.

"Finally!" Wooyoung grunted. 

He had been barely holding on. Fucking you from behind, the flare of your ass from your waist, was a feast for him eyes. All your clothes limited to around your waist made his dick throb. It really was like you were made for him. Watching you fuck yourself on his dick had been his limit. You said his name with such vulnerability that it made his heart skip a beat and his throat tighten.

Wooyoung sloppily thrusted into you, slapped your ass again for good measure, making you whine loudly, already come down from the rough orgasm, and then he unloaded into you with a moan. He thrusted weakly, spurting so much inside of you, that when he pulled out of you, he spilled out of you. 

Wooyoung blinked wearily, well aware that he hadn't even bothered to touch himself after fucking you the last time. He didn't want to think about you looking up at him, his hands around your throat and your pussy clenching around him. So his cum dripping out of you was the culmination of denying himself of thoughts of you. He balanced on the balls of his feet until you woke him out of his orgasm-stupor.

"I…" You laughed weakly, "Help?" You had zero strength to put yourself in a more comfortable position. 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but his hands were gentle, turning you over to your side. "You're useless," he muttered, collapsing beside you.

"Made you come, didn't I?" You fought back immediately but your snarl didn't come out half as mean as you intended. "A lot, by the feel of it."

Wooyoung was glad you didn't have any energy to lift your head because his cheeks heated up. "Just konk out and shut up, why don't you."

"I'm not sleeping in Seonghwa’s bed after you fucked me stupid in it!" You protested but ironically yawned after your statement.

Wooyoung turned on his side but your eyes were already closed. He flattened your skirt over your hips and pulled up your tube top the best he could. He knew someone would be in here to see what damage was wrought. He'd spare you flashing anyone you didn't willing want to. 

His hand print still peeked out from the skirt and your shoulders were still lined with his love bites. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile smugly to himself. At least if someone peeked in, they'd see that he had claimed you as his toy. 

Wooyoung fell asleep thinking about how he could use you to aid him to get what he wanted. Maybe even Yunho would be tempted…

💔💔💔

Yunho was the only one brave enough to enter Seonghwa’s bedroom. Wooyoung hadn't locked the door, but it was more so, that everyone was worried about finding what had happened inside. Oddly enough, your head was tucked into Wooyoung’s chest and his arm was thrown around your waist to draw you closer to him. 

It might have been a little bit cute, if not for the fact that you had so many marks over your body that it was very clear of Wooyoung’s intent: mine. Which didn't make any fucking sense but Yunho didn't pretend to understand Wooyoung and his thought process.

Seonghwa entered behind him, using one hand to cover both of his eyes. "Tell me the good news first."

"She's not dead," Yunho stated sarcastically.

Seonghwa pfft-ed. "Of course she isn't. Wooyoung enjoys fucking with her too much."

"Or just plain fucking her," Yunho mused.

Seonghwa wrinkled his nose. "You aren't staring at them, are you?"

Yunho rolled his eyes. "Just get what you need and let them slink off in shame tomorrow morning."

Secretly, Yunho was hoping you had Wooyoung out of your system. He certainly did. Maybe you would call Yunho to pick you up in the morning, he'd take you to Starbucks and you'd let him put his hand on your thigh again. 

Because, even though this entire time you had been crushing on Wooyoung, Yunho had been crushing on you.

And the plot thickens.

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More Than You Know, Part 3

Summary: you and Ari talk, but it’s not what you wanted to hear.

Pairings: Ari X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  mentions of a character death, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

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“Hey, little man,” Ari says excitedly scooping Angel up to spin the two of them around. Blowing raspberries on his neck, while he has a giggle fit pushing the big man away. “Where’s your mom?”

“Hers in the kitchen,” he wiggles his hand, telling Ari to come closer before whispering, “Her is bringing over her car friend.”

“Angel,” you look at your beautiful baby who giggles back to Ari. “How about you clean up your toys out of the living room. You can still play, just take it into the bedroom,” he kicks his legs to coax Ari to put him on the floor, before gathering up his random toys to trash his bedroom. At least there’s a door.

“Don’t give me that look,” you groan, making your way back into the kitchen to finish up supper. “Do you even knock anymore?”

“I don’t have to. You gave me a key, and if you ask for it back to give to someone else…the answer is no,” you roll your eyes finishing up the salad, before moving on to the pasta. “I’m not invited to dinner am I?”

“Typically, I say come over whenever, but…it is kinda a date, and you tend to intimidate people,” Ari goes silent watching you cook dinner, almost feeling like this was normal. You making dinner, as he watched with fascination, and Angel’s loud playing is in the distant, but he never budged, and you didn’t want to wait on him forever.

“Do you know even anything about this guy?”

“Do you?” Ari gives you a shrug, grabbing up a spoon to taste your sauce. “That means you do, you just don’t want to tell me. Fine, keep your secrets. Always the secrets with Ari Levinson.”

Sighing you grab a seat next to Ari, tapping the other bar stool for him to join you, before resting your head on his shoulder, “Tell me I’m moving to fast,” nothing. Just silence. “Tell me something. Anything.”

“You don’t think it’s too soon to involve LA?” such a bittersweet nickname that Ari, and only him, insisted that he called Angel.

“Angel has already met him. He was good with him, my baby liked him. He needs a father figure.”

“I thought that’s why you kept me around,” you were feeling too close to Ari. Deciding it best to stand, while you assembled the lasagna. “I’m serious, I can…I come by everyday anyways.”

“And what about me?” for very little words, the both of you knew how much you were saying, but he never responds. “I’m not saying Jax is perfect, but he’s nice. I have fun with him, and he’s eager to integrate into Angel’s life.”

“Have you told EZ or Felipe?”

“No. No, it’s too new. They don’t need to know. Felipe wants me to move on. That’s what he was hoping this move would do for me. I just want…I want him back, but he was taken from me. From his son. We talked about kids. Always did. He wanted Angel so bad, and he never even knew about him. But four years I have been nothing but a mother. I forgot myself so I could give him everything. But I can’t give him a father, unless I put myself out there. My baby deserves that. He’ll be starting school and have kids that have this perfect little home life.”

“He’ll have kids who are in foster care, kids they are adopted, kids being raised by grandparents. He’s not alone. You know he’s not.”

“I don’t want to do this alone.”

Your eyes finally drift over to Ari, holding his gaze for a moment, before looking back at the pasta, “You’re not doing it alone. I’m here.”

“You know what I mean.”

“And Jax is gonna give you that?”

“He has,” Ari rolls his eyes, his ringed fingers tapping on the counter, before sighing. “I get it. You said you weren’t crossing that line.”

Ari knows what he said. He also said it to you a few months after Angel had passed. Knowing you needed to heal before jumping into something. And slowly the months drug. Years in between, and he wished he’d let it be known he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“I should probably go.”

“Ari, Angel loves you.”

“I know he does.”

“You’re the only father he’s ever known. And I thank you, but I need a a partner. I’m not saying Jax is the one. I’m saying, I’m exploring this.”

“And bringing my…your son for the ride. It’s too soon.”

“My son Ari. He’s mine,” he starts to walk towards your front door while you follow him. “Say what you’re going to say. You think I’m making a mistake, but you won’t step up.”

“Ask your boyfriend how he knew Angel,” you stop cold in your tracks, shaking your head at him. “He knew Angel. Show him his bike, and you see how he reacts.”

“Ari.”

“I’m not getting involved.”

“You already did. Just…how does he know Angel?”

He finally walks up to you, his large thumb caressing your cheek softly. “I only said that to you, because you’re more than a lay. You weren’t ready for a physical relationship, you were grieving Angel.”

“And now? What am I now?”

“Are you gonna kiss?” Angel comes bounding into the living room, his arms circling your leg tightly, while those dark brown eyes stare up at Ari, and back at you, neither of you looking away from each other. “If you do kiss, can I call you, daddy? Or do I still need to call you Ari? Is the car man still coming for dinner? Mommy, why aren’t you answering me?”

“Angel, go play.”

“No.”

“Little man, listen to your mom,” Angel may pout. He may blow up an annoyed puff of air, but he does indeed walk away. Ari whispers your name. His thumb tracing circles onto hour cheek, “The choice has always been yours.”

“How does Jax know Angel?” Ari shakes his head no, his hand fluttering around your hip, wanting to pull you closer to him. “Ari, please.”

“The tears in your eyes tell me you have an idea,” the absurdity. All of it. None of it makes sense. While you enjoyed Jax, and you could make things work, you had waited on the man next door. “He should be the one to tell you.”

“I’m always gonna be waiting on you, huh? Well, if you’ve got nothing more to say. I’ll see you later.”

“I can take LA with me. He doesn’t…I don’t want him attached.”

“Because he’s already attached to you? Just leave.”

That’s the last thing Ari wants. He wants to pull you tight to his chest, and tell you that he could make all the pain go away. Jax had no idea what he was walking into when he asked you on a date. Didn’t know that he was the one responsible for you having a child with no father. What a small world it was to have the man that murdered your son’s father be the same man you couldn’t stay away from.

Several weeks had passed, and he saw the late nights of Jax sneaking into your house. Watched as the arrogant man stayed the night, leaving before Angel woke up. Jax didn’t even care what he did. He just cared about getting laid. He didn’t even care about your son, how could he?

Ari stews watching as that stupid bike rolls into your driveway, doesn’t even knock, just walks in. Getting a warm welcome from you, before the happiest little boy walks in. Bashfully looking up at Jax, before giving him a handshake. It only tends to make Ari more angry. Making a note that he needs to get you some blinds.

Ari left the choice up to you, and it seemed you had chosen. Chosen the man that murdered Angel, the man you were supposed to marry. Unable to deal with this anymore, he tosses his cigarette, before going on his own ride. Sure that he could find some girl to keep him warm, while you entertained Jax in your bed. This isn’t at all how he thought things were going to play out. And he’s disappointed, but mostly in himself.

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Do Jake and ransom have soft moments or do they hang out alone like Jake and ninja do? Do they ever get up to any kind of fun?

They definitely do! It takes a little longer for them to warm up to each other in that sense, because they’re still hung up about the heartache that came with their breakup. Ninja and Ari would definitely notice that they had a tendency to not exactly avoid each other when all four of them were fooling around, but if she and Ari were focusing on each other, Ran and Jake would pull back a little and gravitate towards their respective partners instead of playing with each other. Those two will deny it if they bring it up though, so they have to be sneaky to make them talk about things and get through it.

Ransom chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked at Jake sideways. You and Ari had only been gone for 15 minutes, but the awkward silence made it feel like so much longer as he struggled to think of what to say to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch.

Not that Jake was doing any better. He’d been fidgeting with a piece of fuzz on his pants pretty much the whole time, pointedly avoiding looking at Ransom and hating himself for not just being able to fucking spit it out. Talking to you or Ari was always so easy, you were so fun and easygoing and Ari seemed to know exactly what to say to pull the words out of Jake no matter what was going on, but he just couldn’t seem to be able to do it with Ransom. All he wanted to do was deflect from the worst six months of his life and pretend they were fine with each other, but it wasn’t working.

“They’re just gonna keep doing this if we don’t talk about it.” Ransom finally spoke and it made Jake jump, the blonde turning to face him with a nervous look on his face that just made Ransom sigh. “I’ll go first. I was an asshole.”

“No.” Jake was ready to write this whole thing off, he was so uncomfortable. But then he turned to face Ransom and froze at the emotion on the other man’s face. “Ran?”

“I thought I was going to fuck things up with us, so I just did it preemptively.” Ransom grabbed his glass of wine and took a gulp. “God, my mom just got in my head and I let her do it. And I knew you’d hate me…”

“Ransom, I couldn’t hate you.” Jake scooted closer to him and reached out to squeeze his shoulder, freaking out a little at the emotional display from Ransom, who typically only did that type of thing around you. “I loved… love you.”

“I love you too, J.” Ransom scooted closer and rested his forehead against Jake’s, sighing deeply when the blonde wound an arm around him. “I hated myself, I didn’t deserve you.”

“Sshh, we don’t have to talk about that now.” Jake pressed his lips to Ransom’s cheek. “It was for the best anyway, I definitely couldn’t handle your family, you need your wife.”

“Yeah, she is pretty great.” Ransom pulled Jake into his lap and ran his nose over the blonde’s throat. “I missed you, blondie.”

“I missed you too, gem.” Jake gasped when Ransom nipped at his jaw and dug his fingers into his hips as he started grinding him over his lap.

They were still tangled together when you and Ari got back thirty minutes later, Ransom buried deep in Jake as the blonde moaned softly and mouthed at Ransom’s ear. You and Ari grinned at each other for a moment and then he was on you, lifting you off the floor and growling into your mouth as you listened to your husband and his fiancé lose themselves together.

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NCT Birth Charts x Hexaco Results Analyses pt. 2

recently NCT Dream were on a new reality show called Mental Training Camp where they are doing a variety of activities and all of their behavior and interactions are being analyzed by professional psychologists.

ofc my virgo sun mercury ass was thrilled and I had their birth charts pulled up the whole time to cross reference.

I wanted to share some of my personal thoughts on how the 2 might connect!

p.s. Thank u for all the likes on part one !!<3

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

**key: in the hexaco charts the blue represents the Dreamies, the orange is an average result of 300 college students who took the same test**

Renjun - “An artist down to the bones”

✨aries sun // scorpio moon // pisces mercury // pisces venus // taurus mars✨

can i just start with a wow cause!! This title is so bold and what they continued to talk about with him, and when looking at his chart... there is much to unpack here so let’s get into it

they started off his analysis focusing on how much of an “artist” he is. They said 2 qualities a great artists needs is openness and emotionality and he scored way above average in those areas, and the highest of those in his whole group. Looking at his placements I think anyone could tell this person is highly creative. With his 2 pisces placements and water moon in scorpio. There’s a lot more going on with that moon sign than just creativity, but it is a common trait amongst water moons!

I feel like his water energy is responsible for more of his imagination? If you watch a lot of NCT content you can see just how imaginative Renjun is. Especially in the relay vlogs when he was taking us through his art all I could think was wow this guy has crazy (good) imagination! the reason I mention this is because he has a taurus mars. taurus is ruled by venus where we get a lot of our creativity from and it’s a known thing that taurus placements always bring natural creativity. I really think the combination of water imagination with taurus art is a beautiful combo.

 On top of his natural talent in creativity and imagination, scorpio moons absolutely need an outlet. He was truly blessed with placements that give him that outlet <3 They mentioned he could be a poet and scorpio moons are always being recommended to write poetry. His art is essential to his mental and emotional health. 

something really interesting is how they mentioned that mark has traditional leader energy, but Renjun has a “mother-like” leader energy. I thought that was so sweet and really accurate for him. They mentioned how throughout the intro he would scan the others eyes a lot and make contact very subconsciously and with ease. Taking everyone into account. I see this a lot in his 2 pisces placements. I feel like a lot of pisces makes someone very sensitive, in-tune with people and caring/compassionate. And with the slower, calmer taurus mars it gives him a gentle approach. He has this strong bull/ram influence from his aries sun and mars, his driving forces, that gives him initiative and a strong voice. when these 2 connect I feel like it makes a mom bear kind of thing. 

They also said it seems when he scans like that he is almost analyzing and observing, “gathering opinions”. Scorpio moons have hawk eyes, they’re always observing micro-actions and reactions. He is mostly observing with care so he can pay attention and accommodate! But I think having a scorpio moon just makes him naturally tune in to people a lot more and gives him a sharper eye. 

I wanted to put him and Jisung in the same post because they’re both scorpio moon kings, and I wanted to talk about how this really intense moon sign plays out in 2 very different people. I have a scorpio moon too, so seeing 2 idols I like with their own scorpios moons is very interesting to me! 

at one point the psychologists verbal report took a turn and all i could think about was that scorpio moon! After they finished telling him about his artists traits, they said “there is one thing you should look out for”, and it was that people like him tend to get lonely easily and often/a lot and Renjun quickly agreed! They said that since he’s with good friends a lot, it helps, but in the future he could get very lonely and experience it more than the average person. This is so textbook scorpio moon I honestly felt like he was speaking right to me and my scorpio moon for a second. From one scorpio moon to another, I’m so glad he has people around him. 

then they asked him when he typically gets lonely the most and he responded with “it just comes to be out of the blue” u poor scorpio moon bb😭. I don’t know how serious he was about this word but he said he will be depressed on the nicest days sometimes. 

there was another story Mark was telling thin time about Renjun. They went out to a meal together on a beautiful day and Mark comments on how nice out it is and Renjun just responds with “I’m depressed”. There are so many traits of his scorpio moon coming through here. With the moon being in such an intense, deep and dark sign, it is in detriment here. It’s a really rough placement for your emotions. Water moons in general are known for being quite moody and sulky, sometimes it just comes out of nowhere and very randomly. There doesn’t always have to be a trigger. I feel like his pisces-scorpio are really like teaming up a lot when it comes to his expressions and emotions. 

In the last post I mentioned how I think Jeno and Mark are lucky to have fire moons because they could get really hard on themselves or down/depressed if they had earth or water moons. Renjun is a good example of what I meant. With his Taurus mars, earth signs are known for being down and hard on themselves a lot and I think the combination of a earth mars and scorpio moon is tough. taurus likes to be alone a lot too and I could see him maybe in the future develop a tendency to isolate when he’s having a scorpio moon moment and feels like the world is ending (again, being around people must be really helping him). I also see his aries sun maybe being another way to help express that scorpio moon. It might feel less like he has to keep all of these scorpio feelings to himself, it’s easier for him to let it out. It’s also worth noting that having a scorpio moon and taurus mars means they’re in opposition! Giving him even more depth and intensity. 

as for the hexaco chart, based off just his chart I don’t know if I would have guessed his openness was that high with his scorpio and taurus?? But other than that I think his hexaco is very spot on for him! His agreeableness is slightly below average👀 umm yes hi aries sun and fixed moon and mars. His extroversion is pretty much average but that average to me tells me someone is more on the extroverted side or maybe in the middle? Being in the middle would make sense to me because I think he definitely has potential to isolate. I’m curious to see what his houses are! I’ve seen a lot of talk that he’s a cancer rising and I buy it because it would put his sun in 10th, and moon in 5th but that’s a whole other topic...

That emotionality is wonderfully high. His openness and expression/ reactions are one of my favorite things about him. He’s truly a little aries hot head at times. I feel like aries in big 6 often gives this kind of ease with expression and straightforwardness like I was saying about mark. Similar to Chenle though, I think even though Renjun is open, he isn’t an open book and has his deep thoughts and secrets. I see his openness more in that he will always be there for people and listen/help peoples problems. He’s the kind of person to meet someone and if he can tell they’re struggling he’d offer his ear or shoulder even if they’re not close. He’s welcoming. 

tldr; has intense imagination and creative abilities, he is very welcoming, compassionate, attentive and caring. Mom vibes. He is very moody and gets down a lot, his friends and artistic expression are essential. He is very expressive, passionate and hot headed but has a lot of patience.

Jisung - “Shy Perfectionist” 

✨aquarius sun // scorpio moon // aquarius mercury // aquarius venus // aries mars✨

Jisungs section in this show was reallyyy short they didn’t say much and moved on kinda quick😅 I’ll be honest Jisung has always kinda confused me especially when I try to understand his chart and what i see in the videos. So not getting a lot of information from this episode either (yet! the show is ongoing) is tough

As far as the title they gave him🥺chart or no chart I think it’s a good title for him and how he appears in content and stuff he is true baby. In their verbal report they basically just said he’s shy and then talked a lot about how he has very good “follower” qualities. They were saying having a good follower is also a really important quality in a group though. And jisung agreed with what they were saying. That’s pretty much all we got from them😅

Honestly if I could only have one members guaranteed full chart I’d want it to be Jaemins or Jisungs because Jisung has an aquarius stellium! And the house it’s in could tell us so much more about him. Typically when I think of or meet aquarius I don’t pin them as a shy type? I could see some of them preferring to stick to themselves but they still operate pretty well in social situations. So Jisung’s painfully shy personality we see is interesting to me. Where I definitely do see his aqua and scorpio working together is in how anxious and nervous he is. He’s a worrier too and has admitted it. Also I’ve heard the combination of aquarius and scorpio makes someone intensely intuitive to future events, so I feel like if jisung is unaware of this gift it could contribute to his high anxiety. Maybe he gets feelings of “something bad is about to happen” a lot for seemingly no reason👀

Another very aquarius trait is of course they’re weirdooos through and through! And what I’ve noticed about the aquarius weird trait is how many different kinds of weird there are because aquarians are always weird in such different ways. I definitely think Jisung is a weird guy, or quirky? You can almost see the gears grinding in his head when he’s contemplating and then he’ll do something “weird” after that! Weird, or just off beat. And what I love about the way jisungs lil aquarius mind works is you can tell those weird moments are purely just how he really is and thinks, and it’s not to be funny or for the cameras, he just processes information and thinks completely different from everyone else. 

Since we know jisung is shy I feel like a lot of his aquarius and scorpio mood comes out off camera so we won’t get to see that side! But I’m sure it’s there.

I think Jisung’s scorpio moon is a good example of how different it can be. To go from a very emotionally charged chart to one that is being dominated by air is quite different. With Renjun, I was talking about how his water and fire give him the ability to be in touch with and express his scorpio moon more. But with an air dominant chart I feel like hinders that ability and creates a more detached person. Not that he’s cold, not emotional, or not compassionate. But just that he probably prefers to “just not think” about certain stressful or emotional topics. But the problem with that is it doesn’t mean emotions are gone and scorpio is very hard to ignore, so he’s probably internalizing a lot of stuff v deeply or is surprised when emotions come, what feels like, out of nowhere,.. Jisung also has an aries mars though! I feel like the openness of the aries mars combining with the detachment of Aquarius sun could also contribute to sudden releases of emotion🤔 but be back to normal in minutes

I also wanna add that I feel like jisungs very follower personality and ability to just kinda let things happen or not take charge must be a result of the industry and being the maknae tbh, or it at least accentuated it 

For the hexaco chart I really want to comment on how high the honesty-humility is! In the first part I mentioned how aquarius and aries can be quite righteous signs. So this trait must be really played up in his chart because it seems he cares a lot about following the rules (could also be a result of industry). His emotionality is higher than average! For his chart I don’t know if I would have expected that but from watching him I think it totally lines up, maybe his aries mars is proving more of an outlet. 

I also wanna finish by adding that jisung is still super young and has been in this “baby” position for most of his life, and is literally the youngest out of a 23 person group lol and grew up in the industry so there’s more going on with that than just astrology <3

tldr; very shy, anxious and nervous, intuitive, an oddball, his community is important and helpful to him, easily reactive, but not very emotionally expressive, he’s level-headed, has a lot of growing to do🥺<3

part 3 coming soon!

feedback and thoughts are always welcome!

[stolensiren]

heavy gets light // ari & cass

TIMING: sometime before 12 feet deep PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett & @stolensiren SUMMARY: ari invites cass over to enjoy the last of the season's swimming weather, and the two discuss life and relationships. CONTENT: none

If there was one habit Ari had picked up in White Crest it was worrying about what could go wrong, because if it could go wrong, it typically would. While she didn’t know what fae stuff potentially had Cass in danger, she knew she had to protect her friend. The idea of losing yet another friend weighed heavily on her, so she would have Cass around as much as humanly possible. Or as werewolfly and sirenly possible. Hopefully convincing wouldn’t be that hard. Ari was in fact miserable and Cass was a good friend who would wanna cheer her up, not that it was really a possibility until she reversed the wish in question. “So I was thinking we could swim a bit before it starts getting too cold out and I have to cover the pool. Then we can hit the books or whatever.”

It was always easier for Cass to let a friend cheer her up when it seemed like they might need the companionship as much as she did. Despite knowing that her friends wanted to help her, part of her always felt selfish letting them. So when Ari mentioned that she could use a friend, there was no hesitation in Cass’s agreement. This would be good, she thought, for the both of them. This could be what they both needed. She offered Ari a small smile at the suggestion, nodding her head. “We gotta make sure the pool’s getting used as much as possible, right?” She agreed with a quick thumbs up. “It’ll be fun.”

“Exactly,” Ari agreed half-heartedly, “Get in the last hoorah of Hot Girl Summer and all that shit.” Not that she found herself actively participating in the hot girl summer activities the further summer went on. None of it meant anything and only served to remind her just how much she missed coming home to Athena. “We could always film a TikTok,” she added, “Been getting even more traction with those since some author dude has been appearing in a few of them. Didn’t even realize they were an author at first honestly, I was just down to fuck around with the Sauce.”

Even filming a TikTok didn’t sound all that fun to Ari. She needed Levi to get its act together and fast. There was only so long she could keep up like nothing was wrong, especially with Cass and she’d told it she wouldn’t tell Cass about everything. Not that she owed Levi literally anything, but if she was going to help it learn to be a better person, she couldn’t just betray its trust. Which meant keeping Cass here without spilling what she did to Levi and why and not spilling the favor Sloane had asked of her. “Maybe we could…,” she trailed off, “Would you mind doing a sleepover?”

“I am a pretty big fan of your content,” Cass replied with a grin that was only mostly fake. “I’d be honored to be in one. But, like, I’m not eating that mud stuff. I watched that one, and it was gross.” If nothing else, filming TikToks with Ari and participating in the ‘hot girl summer’ that Cass had mostly wasted making a fool of herself over and over again would provide a welcome distraction to… thinking about how she’d made a fool of herself over and over again. She’d still be miserable, probably, but at least she’d be miserable with a friend. There was something to be said for that.

And there could be something to be said for that for Ari, too. Cass didn’t know what was bothering her friend, but it was clear that something was. Ari was sad, and Cass wanted to help. So at the mention of a sleepover, she nodded quickly. “Um, yes. For sure. Maybe I can braid your hair? And we can watch dumb movies! And talk about…” She trailed off with a grimace. Talk about boys was the stereotype, but that wasn’t what Cass wanted to talk about. Not that she was sure she wanted to talk about the girl who was on her mind, either. “We can talk about whatever you want,” she amended, as if that had been her intention from the start despite the clear fact that it definitely wasn’t. 

“You mean the Sauce,” Ari retorted with a small shudder, “It actually doesn’t taste bad… kinda just tastes like stale pastries. Same as the mimes. You lose your voice though so I don’t recommend it.” If she were being honest, she didn’t really feel like she had it in her to make an actually ridiculous TikTok and that was kind of her brand. “Maybe we can try a trend or something later. Check back in on that thought after a few White Claws.” Now that she at least knew Cass was staying the night, she could relax a bit. Didn’t have to worry about all the bad things that could happen to her friend the moment she left the farm. 

“All of that sounds perfect,” Ari responded with a laugh that sounded forced, “I think stereotypically it’s boys, can’t say I’ve had any of those on my mind.” Though maybe it would be nice to actually talk about missing Athena with someone she didn’t feel the need to skirt around things with. Even asking Rio how Athena was doing had left her feeling bad for putting her best friend in that position. “I’d love the hair braiding, my sister used to braid mine for me,” she explained with a sad smile, “I’ve got so many dumb movies and snacks. We can talk about whatever we want. They should make talking about girls equally as much of a thing though.” She led them out toward the pool with towels and cooler in hand. “I guess I’ve kinda had a girl on my mind lately though.” 

“I am not calling it the Sauce,” Cass insisted with a laugh that was genuine, in spite of everything. Ari was good at that, at bringing out joy even when it was the last thing on Cass’s mind. “Same as the mimes? I’m not eating mimes, either. You can keep your stale pastries. But I will take you up on those White Claws.” If nothing else, it would provide her with some sense of warmth in her chest… even if it was kind of the manufactured kind. 

Of course Ari knew the usual thing to talk about at sleepovers. “Is there a boy you want to talk about?” Cass was genuinely curious. Her love life was, of course, a big mess, but maybe Ari’s was better. Ari certainly deserved that much, at least. “I’m pretty good at braiding hair, but I really only ever get to practice on myself. It’ll be fun to do it to someone else for a change.” She smiled at the mention that talking about girls should go hand in hand with talking about boys. “Who’s the girl? You gotta spill.”

“I’d say to put respect on its name but… The mimes don’t deserve that,” Ari joked, feeling a bit lighter, but still the joke felt hollow. It was better than nothing at least and more importantly, if Cass was here with her, she was safe. No one was causing any harm on this farm with Ulf just inside. That sense of safety was something she’d missed a lot when Ulf was gone. “White Claws it is,” she said as she grabbed one out of the cooler, “Grapefruit or Black Cherry?”

“Boy? Not really,” Ari grimaced, “I mean, I’m attracted to guys too and would risk it all for Harry Styles, but nah.” The prospect of having pretty braids would have normally had her giddy so she cracked a grin. The love and warmth was still there, knowing her friend cared about her and wanted her to have a good time. “Perfect, we’ll be looking extra cute then for our TikTok debut,” she said, pausing before she explained the girl that had been on her mind constantly again as of late, “My ex-girlfriend, actually. Athena, Rio’s sister. She… doesn’t live here anymore, but she has asked Rio about me… and I maybe ordered her every special edition of Taylor Swift’s new album for her birthday. I don’t know, I kinda really fucked things up there and it’s kinda just stuck with me?” 

“The mimes definitely don’t deserve that,” Cass agreed with a snort. They were both putting on an act here, that much was pretty clear. But… at least they had each other. It was always better to be sad with a friend than it was to be sad alone, in Cass’s experience. “I’ll do grapefruit.” Cass made grabby hands at the can, eager to give her hands something to do… and potentially take her mind off everything that was bothering her.

Huffing a laugh, Cass nodded. “Same. Maybe not specifically Harry Styles, though.” She felt a little more normal than she had in a long time, relief a tangible thing as she settled into gossip with a friend. Motioning for Ari to come sit in front of her, Cass opted to get started on the promised braids as her friend spoke, nodding along with the words. “If she asked about you, that’s a good sign, isn’t it? Where is she now? Maybe you could visit her sometime. If there’s one thing I learned from romcoms, it’s that dramatically showing up at someone’s doorstep in the pouring rain is, like, a foolproof way to get them back. I could hold the boombox for you! You know, if we can find a boombox in 2022.”

Ari handed a grapefruit White Claw over to Cass and took a seat beside her in the pool, leaning against the edge of it. The water was a bit brisk, but it was a nice contrast to the sun that was shining a bit too brightly considering the time of day. She stopped trying to keep up with what the hell was even going on every hour in White Crest anymore. It seemed as if everything was falling apart, which only furthered any feelings of worry she had. “You’re valid, that means more Styles for me,” she teased half-heartedly. 

More than anything, Ari did want to believe Athena having asked about her was a good sign. It was hard to feel like she deserved forgiveness for leaving the way she did, but maybe more than anyone, Athena could understand the need to get out of White Crest. The place despite having plenty of open spaces could really feel like it was just caving in on you… especially literally lately. “I think so, but could be wishful thinking and all,” she responded wistfully, “She’s in Connecticut now. Going to med school at Yale like the beautiful genius she is.” And she was glad that Athena got to make that choice for herself, something she’d never been allowed to do when her parents were alive. Rio and Athena both deserved the freedom to grow into the people they wanted to be, more than anyone. “Hm, the boom box does sound fun. We both love Taylor Swift, think I know the perfect song and everything.” 

Ari sighed, “I just don’t know if it’d really make a difference. We’d still be states apart at the end of it… though it does kinda feel like this town is literally falling the fuck apart.” 

Absently, Cass ran her fingers through Ari’s damp hair, separating it into sections and beginning to braid without really thinking about it. She paused occasionally to sip at the White Claw, enjoying the taste with a quiet hum. “I’ll play your wingman for the Style chase,” she teased. “I can definitely get him to talk to you.”

She listened as Ari talked about the real holder of her heart — not some pretty boy with a nice voice, but a girl she’d loved and lost before Cass knew her at all. It was clear that Ari still cared about her ex, and Cass longed for her to have that. If anyone deserved happiness, it was Ari. Ari, who always knew when she was down and tried to help her even when she wasn’t feeling so great herself. Ari, who’d been through so much in the time Cass had known her, and even more before that. There was probably no hope for Cass’s love life now, but there had to be some for Ari’s. Cass wouldn’t accept any other option.

“You could do long distance. Plenty of people make that work, you know, meet up on the weekends and make the time you spend together more special for it. Or… Or you could go there, or she could come here. You’re not stuck where you’re at, either of you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could,” Ari agreed, smiling even if it didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was a good moment even if she couldn’t necessarily feel just how good it was. One day when things were turned back around, she could look back on the memory as a good one because it was. Time with a friend who wanted to be there for you no matter what was always special and she was lucky to have someone like Cass in her life. That much she knew without a doubt even if the normal warmth and happiness it brought wasn’t present. 

“Huh, I guess you make a point,” Ari mused, “I do like Connecticut. Lived there for a while when I was like… 10, I think? It just seems wild that she cares about how I’m doing with how I left in such a hurry.” The thing was, it wasn’t that simple. She could probably drag Rio with her, but there were too many other people here she loved, too. Kaden, Cass, Ulf, Aavyan, Rory, Sloane, Emilio, Teddy, Leah, Nicole. The list was long and hard for her to completely part with and she had just started school again. Though if the town kept going how it was she wasn’t sure how much longer any of them could be okay here. “I guess long distance is possible, too. There’s a lot of people I love here. Like you, obviously.” 

She sat on that thought for a few moments. Maybe Ari would go see Athena soon. She wasn’t sure she could see the warden in person and just not immediately run into her arms. The same arms that used to pull her close every single night and felt so clear in her memories. “I guess I won’t know til I talk to her anyway. Should probably give her a heads up not to order those albums for herself.” She shrugged and took the boombox idea to heart. The least she could do now was shoot over a text and make sure she wasn’t spending money on things that were already ordered for her. “What about you? Any special someone you got your eye on?” 

It was clear that Ari’s smile wasn’t entirely genuine, but Cass didn’t think she had any room to point that out. Not when she, too, was faking. But… maybe it was okay. Maybe they could sit here and talk about Harry Styles and drink White Claws until none of it mattered anymore. Cass really wanted to believe that such a thing was possible, even when it seemed pretty unfeasible. 

“I think you can make a home just about anywhere,” she commented with a small shrug. It was what she’d done, after all, in White Crest. When she’d first arrived in this little town, she hadn’t expected for it to be anything more than a place she’d hang out for a few weeks, but now? She had a family here. She had a friend who would sit with her and drink White Claws when she was sad. She’d never had that before, not anywhere else. “And if you did go, you’d obviously have to come back and visit, like, all the time. Who else am I going to drink White Claws in the pool with?” She nudged Ari playfully, twisting her hair as she continued the braid.

With a little laugh, she nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think randomly showing up is as easy as the romcoms make it seem. Like, what if she wasn’t home? Then you gotta sit outside and wait, and that totally takes the romance out of the gesture. But… For what it’s worth, I definitely think you should at least call her. Just to see where you stand. You never know until you ask, right?” Her expression fell as Ari turned the question back around to her, and she took a long swig from her White Claw mostly to avoid answering. But it couldn’t exactly last forever, and she sighed as she swallowed it. “I don’t know. I thought there might be someone, but… I think I might have messed it up.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right about that,” Ari agreed, remembering how home could even be a car and feel like home with the right person, “Not to be super cheesy, but home is more people than an actual place.” Like how the farm didn’t feel like home when it was only home, but now filled with faces of loved ones it felt like it. How even Kaden’s couch or Emilio’s dirty apartment floor felt more like home than here when it was empty. 

Even moments like this where they were both clearly hurting and trying to smile through it made the place feel more like home. Ari would normally be more truthful with Cass, but between Levi asking her not to tell Cass about the fury wish and Sloane’s favor, she couldn’t exactly spill any beans. It just meant they both needed this time together. “Obviously,” she said dramatically, “Can’t leave you to crash the local Walmart’s profits all by yourself. We’ve got a mission here.”

Ari playfully nudged Cass before taking a gulp of her own White Claw, letting the artificial warmth do its thing. “Definitely not that easy,” she nodded, “But I think if I never at least try to talk to her, I’ll always wonder. Before it was the freaking out thinking I killed someone and then I had a guilt demon living in my head… and it’s like now that I finally have my head fully back to myself, I think about her all the damn time. You’re right, I’ll call or text her soon.” When the line of questioning turned to Cass, she could feel the shift in the air and frowned. Clearly they’d both seen better days. “Might be? Cass, it’s you. I doubt you messed it up. What happened?” 

“You’re definitely right about that.” Cass didn’t think she’d ever really had a home before White Crest, even when there had been consistent places where she slept at the end of each day. None of the group homes or foster homes she’d stayed in as a kid had ever really encompassed the word the way they were meant to. Ironically, some of the warehouses she’d squatted in when she was homeless had come closer, because at least she’d had freedom there. But… White Crest blew it all out of the water. She had her apartment here, and the lighthouse, and Metzli’s house. This farm, too, sometimes. White Crest was so much home that it was strange to think about, but it was the people who made it that way. Without them, it would be just another town. Cass knew that.

And Ari was undoubtedly one of those people. If she did decide to leave town to pursue romance, Cass would miss her. But she’d be happy for her, too. She deserved to be happy, more than almost anyone else Cass had ever known. She deserved to take any chance she might get at it without guilt. But she was going to hold her to that promise to visit. “Exactly. I need my partner in crime, right?” 

She smiled as Ari confirmed that she’d call her ex soon, glad to hear that all the other things were out of her head now. She couldn’t imagine what the guilt demon thing must have felt like, but… She knew what it felt like to grapple with the idea that someone was dead because of you a little too well. She took another long gulp of her White Claw at the thought. “I bet she’ll be happy to hear from you,” she said with a grin, and she meant it. There was no way anyone wouldn’t be happy to hear from someone like Ari. Cass knew that. She sighed at her friend’s question, fiddling absently with the tab on the White Claw can. “I… She asked me not to do something, but I thought I could fix things if I did. So I ignored her. And I did it. And I know I messed things up, because she told me. And she hasn’t talked to me at all since.”

“And I need mine,” Ari replied with a nudge and a tilt of her can, “Might be getting a little ahead of ourselves there anyway.” Realistically, she didn’t know for sure if Athena would even want to talk to her after the way she left let alone see her again. Part of her had a good feeling though even if it couldn’t sink in completely. Either way, it’d be closure if nothing else. She wished she could feel that floaty feeling along with the nerves, but she’d get there. Right now, this moment mattered most. She could see Cass was hurting and there was truly not much she could do about it. 

“Maybe there’s more going on there than meets the eye,” Ari suggested as she placed a hand on Cass’ shoulder, “This place is kinda crazy. She may just need to sort through what you were trying to fix?” It was all very vague, so she wasn’t sure what to suggest, but she seriously doubted Cass messed things up to any sort of big degree, especially when it was clear her intentions were good. Cass was the sort of person that liked to make people happy and was damn good at it, fury wishes aside. “What happened exactly? It sounds like you meant well. She may be upset, but I’m sure once she’s had some time, she’ll see that you just wanted to help. And if she doesn’t, that’s her loss. You are the best.” 

“Probably,” Cass agreed. Maybe she had a habit of that, a way of needing reassurance even when there was no real reason to believe in the necessity of it. Ari deserved to be happy, and if finding her ex and running off with her was what she needed to do that, Cass wanted to support her. But… She also wanted to know that, even in this purely hypothetical situation that may never really come to fruition, she wouldn’t be left behind. It was the same with Levi, with Metzli, with Marina. Cass needed to know that the people she loved would still love her, even when they had other things to focus on.

Sighing, Cass shrugged a shoulder. It was hard to hold onto the idea that there was more to the situation with Sloane than met the eye because it was hard to imagine clinging to that hope only to have it yanked away all over again. Especially when the most obvious answer was probably the correct one, and the most obvious answer was exactly what Sloane had said to Cass in her bedroom — she’d fucked up. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she sucked her teeth thoughtfully. “It’s Sloane,” she admitted bluntly. “I had… I have this stupid crush on her. And I thought — I mean, we almost kissed. A few weeks back. But she’d been really weird about the idea of her mom, like, knowing I exist. Like, she made me climb out a window when she came home while we were hanging out one time. And I thought — I thought if I could just talk to her mom, just once, I could…” She trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words after saying perhaps far too many at once. “I guess it doesn’t really matter what I thought. I did exactly what she asked me not to do, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me now. Not that I can blame her, because… I mean, it’s like she said, right? I fucked up. I ruined it.”

Admittedly, the pieces should have fallen into place for Ari much sooner, but sometimes the obvious had a way of flying right over her head if it wasn’t directly in front of her. The moment Sloane’s name was spoken aloud, she had to make a concerted effort to not drop her White Claw into the pool along with her jaw. It made sense, Sloane asking for Ari to look out for Cass, her mom dealing with some fae stuff. None of it was simple, but she didn’t think it was Cass’ fault, at least not in a way that meant Sloane would never wanna talk to her again. She sighed, “There’s definitely more going on than meets the eye there then. Not really my place to say anything, but I don’t think she’ll be upset forever, you know?” 

There was only so much Ari could say without revealing what Sloane was. Even that context didn’t make things that much easier to understand, but fae stuff was enough of an answer for her. She perked up a bit. “Does Sloane know what you are?”

Cass wanted to believe that Ari was right. Of course she did. She wanted to think that she hadn’t ruined everything permanently, wanted to think that there was still some hope of cleaning things up, of at least getting back to her friendship with Sloane even if anything more was certainly off the table now, but… The look on Sloane’s face in her bedroom after she’d dragged Cass away from Shannon wouldn’t leave her mind. The hurt, the betrayal, the quiet anger. There were some things you couldn’t come back from; Cass thought that this might be one of them. “I think she might be,” she admitted quietly, a lump in her throat. “I think I really screwed things up, you know?”

Sighing, she looked down at her hands as they clutched the White Claw like a lifeline, the condensation from the can leaving cold water on her skin. Swallowing tightly, she shook her head. “No. I don’t — I don’t really know how to tell people. Or if I want to tell people. Or if I should. I just — I know she wouldn’t… not like me anymore if she knew, but I think she might look at me differently.” How could she not? To go from thinking of someone as human to understanding that they were something else definitely changed your perception of them. “And I like — liked the way she looked at me.” Past tense now. That stung, too.

“I don’t think so,” Ari reassured, knowing only a little more than she let on, “I mean, this is White Crest. Nothing is ever that straightforward, you know?” Part of her wished she could tell her that Sloane wanted to protect her, that her mom had some sort of fae stuff going on, that Sloane was fae– but Sloane had trusted her. Didn’t even ask for a promise out of her even if it was something Ari would have willingly given. Sloane had been a good friend to her, looked out for her and listened to her, she wasn’t going to break her trust like that. 

“Maybe when you talk next, you should mention it,” Ari pressed, “I know it’s hard to bring up, but I know she’d be okay with it. She knows I’m a werewolf and is totally chill about it. I think having everything out on the table will make it easier to talk and all.” She frowned as Cass spoke more, she knew what it was like to miss that feeling and the warmth that came with it. “Hey, I don’t think so. You’re still Cass. You were a siren when she looked at you before, knowing doesn’t change anything. Just don’t give up yet. I have a feeling she’ll come around when she’s ready.” 

“Nothing’s straightforward except for the things that are.” Because, inevitably, some things still would be. Things like Cass being too much or not enough or both at once, somehow. Things like her stubborn, innate ability to ruin every good thing she got. Sometimes, things were exactly what they seemed, even in White Crest. And this, Cass feared, was just one of those times.

She didn’t know if telling Sloane what she was would have changed anything. She didn’t see how that kind of honesty could shift the outcome when honesty hadn’t been the thing that caused it. And she didn’t think it mattered now, anyway. “I’m not sure I’ll get to talk to her again,” she admitted. “I don’t — I mean, I figure I messed up, so I should let her reach out first. But I don’t think she’s going to.” She hadn’t yet, and that didn’t exactly bode well. “I was a siren when I messed it all up, too.” Being Cass was the problem. It always had been.

“Yeah, and given you’re both my friends and I know a lot about both of you,” Ari explained, “This isn’t one of those things that is straightforward. And that’s all I can say on that.” She knew Sloane wasn’t someone who necessarily trusted others easily and the last thing she wanted to do was break that trust. Still, she wanted Cass and Sloane to work things out. She could so clearly see them being good together despite the very clear miscommunication going on here. “She’ll reach out when she’s ready either way,” she reassured, “Maybe just try not to beat yourself up about it too much in the meantime. You have a good heart and meant well, I’m sure Sloane knows that even if she is upset.” 

Ari tilted her can toward Cass’. “For now, we’ll find something silly to do and try not to worry too much, sound good?” 

It was clear that Ari knew more than she was saying, but Cass wouldn’t push her. She’d already broken Sloane’s trust once; the last thing she wanted to do was break it again, especially if it meant hurting Ari, too. It was difficult for her to accept what Ari was saying as fact, difficult to believe that things could be repaired or that Sloane would reach out to her after everything, but… Ari wasn’t going to be convinced otherwise, and Cass didn’t particularly want to spend her time on pessimism, anyway. Not when distractions were a much more tempting thing to cling to.

Offering her friend a small smile, she nodded her head. “Sounds perfect,” she agreed. If she tried hard enough, she could almost make herself believe it too.

[ex-punch22s]

crying on my ds 😢

MUN INFO

name/alias: peyton age: 20 pronouns: she/they timezone: cst / gmt-5 discord: peyton#2067 but i don’t rly like using it </3 little trivia fact: i really like snoopy and woodstock

CHARACTER INFO

character name: ma ilseong alias: primarily MOUSE, also known as ‘il’ or ‘miles’. will not tell anybody his name is ilseong, will also never be caught using his actual english name (isaiah). bday/age: october 4, 1998 / 23 zodiac sign: libra sun, pisces rising, aries moon so you know he’s Unwell position: promoter 2 info links: file / bio / pinterest

QUICK INFO

korean-american military brat, born in some little ass cornfield town in indiana but started moving around when he was what? seven?

kind of a shy kid which mostly stemmed from (a) being treated weird for being the only asian kid in his otherwise all white first grade glass and (b) the overwhelming experience of moving from indiana to south korea, apparently the motherland but uhhh he couldn’t speak a word of korean ‘cause mom and dad didn’t think it was important to teach him.

so his first experience with korea Fucking Sucked! and then he moved away without any good memories, kept moving every two years ‘cause of dad’s job and i’d love to say that it got easier but it never really did? he started dating when he was real young ‘cause he thought if he could become a popular girl’s boo thing, maybe the rest of the class would like him too idk he was really fucking lame back then (still is) / spent more time gaming than anything else, didn’t really hang out with anyone outside of school (not even his damn girlfriends) so his social skills were underdeveloped / eventually learned how to be funny tho!

ummm an important thing to note i guess is that he’s the typical only-child-used-as-the-therapist trope in which his parents acted like they were happy most of the time (when dad wasn’t screaming his head off over minor inconveniences and mom wasn’t crying in the bathroom but you knowww!) but then every now and then they’d say some really dark shit to him so he had this very hesitant view of life from early on? more observant than he seems, very “well this ain’t gonna be good but as long as i come out alive i guess it’s fine!” type mentality but also he walks on eggshells and can’t admit when he’s wrong which ties back in with his crazy ass parents.

also more intelligent than he seems. was a promising student in elementary & middle school (which is even crazier when you take into consideration that he was being dragged across the globe & feeling like a damn tourist everywhere he went) but then he moved back to sk his freshman year of high school and i meannn... his grades were alright that first year, but they plummeted sophomore year and stayed at the ground through graduation. unfortunately no one seemed to really give enough of a fuck to realize how bad his grades were (’cause at this point mom & dad were too busy fighting over whether or not they were gonna get divorced to look at mouse, the product of #lostlove for more than 30secs) & his teachers had actual KOREAN korean students to worry about helping get into sky schools so mouse was left in the dust.

whatever though! he was having a good time hanging out at shows, scrubbing x’s off his hands in the bathroom, chatting with bands and pretty people who would hardly give him the time of the day! started making himself known in the scene in late 2015/early 2016 even tho he could still barely speak korean and he had a damn curfew and he’s stuck around ever since.

parents moved back to indiana in 2017 but mouse stayed and they didn’t fight to change his mind ‘cause at that point they were all kind of sick of each other anyway idk it’s sad and sometimes mouse wishes things had turned out different or that HE’D been different so maybe they woulda loved him more (obviously he isn’t this much of a victim, it’s just his insecure mentality) but what can you do! he was 18 fighting to find a job that would take him with like... no experience, not fluently speaking korean, still young as hell and he kept bitching about it every chance he got so idk eventually (in 2020) someone finally offered him a job in the scene? fitting because he talks up the bands like crazy, without a doubt you’ll find 15-20 people at any show who say some shit like “i’m here ‘cause of mouse! i thought he was working for the band omg is he not? he’s really just some guy?”

and like he’s happy with his job... he really is... but i’m not gonna lie: he sucks at it. he doesn’t pay performers on time, sometimes he gets the lineup all fucked up and he’ll accidentally have ctrl opening for the here and now, he owes pretty much everyone in the scene money (non-musicians included!), he never gets everything that’s asked for on a band’s rider, sometimes he books decent shows in really shitty venues, ummm one time he booked one hell of a show but then completely forgot to... promote it...

nonetheless, he still has a job? i think it’s because he can be a lot, but he’s the kind of guy who grows on people. even if he pisses everyone off, there’s still an understanding that he IS trying his best to do well & he’s got heart, you know... very passionate, very forward, very determined and he’s still gonna be having a good time through it all! besides, even if he’s not much else, at least he’s consistent <333

as for his personality, he’s the most insufferable punk you’ll ever meet, probably. the type to craft intricate lies for pocket money, the type to put his foot down and say “you know you love me” while never ever saying it back, the type to agree to be the designated sober friend and then get drunker than anybody else, the type to flirt endlessly while not even being smooth (“are we about to kiss right now?” / “god, you want me soooo bad”) and immediately ditch if his flirting ever actually works, simultaneously the type to hook up once and then call confessing his love the next day just to swear he never said SHIT the day after that, the type to prioritize money over (most) friendships, the type to steal your drinks at the bar and promise to buy you another one (he never will), the type to not take anything seriously ‘cause life’s just one big joke anyway. as for the rest... idk, we’ll figure it out together!

CONNECTIONS

001 — a dwindling friendship in which your character is too damn nice for their own good and mouse is never fully appeased. they’ve got to love him with all the shit they’ve tolerated over the months (years, even), but there’s sure to come a time when ‘you know you love me’ / ‘why else would i be doing this?’ will grow old. * maybe he owes them tons of money too idk

002 — the perpetual victim. even when mouse gets back into the swing of things and manages to get everybody paid on time, somehow, your character’s always the one left empty-handed. they’re currently on some kind of point-making ‘strike’ in which they refuse to play a show organized by him until he not only pays them what he owes, but also comes through with all of the rider items he’s shorted them on. fair enough.

003 — your character actually fell for all of mouse’s recycled smooth-talking and almost hooked up with him, but the second they stepped into his apartment, his crazy ass dog bit their calf. the bite “barely scratched the surface!” (as mouse puts it, not wanting this to be made into a big issue) but uhhh now your character wants him to pay their medical bills? AND they’re not interested anymore? man, this is so fucked up!

004 — best friends, but only as long as the gig lasts. maybe they lack chemistry outside of clubs, maybe they’re just too damn different to care to find the time, but as long as they’ve got a live backtrack, no one else could compare. (in other words: bumming drinks and cigarettes off each other, dancing at the back of the crowd, walking each other home. knowing everything and nothing about each other at the same time.)

005 — damn this is kind of a reach but maybe a (slightly) older woman whom he runs crying to every time a minor inconvenience surfaces: a bug in his apartment (“how do i kill it? should i kill it, or is that wrong? god, i don’t want to touch it!”), a pack of instant noodles (“can’t you cook them for me?”), pocket money shortages (“c’mon, i’ll pay you back, you know i will!”). think it’d be fun if your character’s tired of him but tolerates him all the same, maternal instincts and all.

006 — tough love distant friend type? your character was one of the first people that mouse introduced himself to way back when & considering how they’ve watched him grow from an awkward, aggressively-people-pleasing sixteen year old to this insufferable punk who can’t help but push his luck, they feel somewhat responsible for him. they have good advice to offer, but too bad mouse always lets their words go in one ear and out the other.

007 — friends with potential to be more if mouse would stop fucking around on dating apps and indulging in hookup culture? aka he’s into your character but he’d rather sit just a little too close to them at the bar and make sardonic jokes all night than ever address the elephant in the room ‘cause god forbid (a) they don’t like him back and his ego has to take a hit or (b) he has to 🤢  actually work on self-improvement??? 🤢  the vibes: windbreaker & baby boy by choker, blood bank by bon iver, 911 / mr lonely by tyler the creator depending on the direction it’s taken in 

other — random people he owes money to / the one person who wants to kick his ass on everybody else’s behalf so yk at this point it’s just a matter of time / a couple people he talks big to on social media and/or dating apps but ignores irl / the one musician bestie he’s always side-stage for and especially always helping pack up at the end of the gig / someone somewhat new to the scene who’s already been screwed over by him and doesn’t understand why people like him or why he has a job LMAOOO maybe they can scrap it out by the merch table???

[mf-despair-queen]

Stranded - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 11,426

Summary: You hated him. You despised him. He was arrogant for what he had done, taking down WICKED. He was the reason that your friends had died in the attack. But, when you find yourself stuck at sea, or even worse, stranded on a deserted island with Thomas, you find yourself realizing you were wrong. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral, Choking, Sex in the Water, kinda public sex I guess?, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk

Notes: I guess I live??? I guess I still write. I don’t even know anymore y’all. I’m sorry I don’t post often these days. And I’m sorry this is as late as it is. It was meant for @writingsbychlo​‘s Thomas month three months ago but between work and laziness, I didn’t finish on time. Because, essentially, I suck ass. And tbh, I’m not incredibly happy with the outcome of this. It could have been way better than it was because I loved the idea a lot. But at this point, it’s as good as it’s going to get and I just want it done and out there. Hope y’all enjoy it. Big thanks to @roscoeknows​ and @brien-odylan​ for always pushing me with this, and @jagked-up​ for being a sweetie and proofreading for me. 

“Gather around everyone!” Vince yelled, his voice dictating the crowd of survivors to the beach front for the early morning discussions. You flopped to the sandy ground, wrapping your arms loosely around your knees that were tucked into your chest. Sharing a few nods with your friends as they passed by, you avoided the gaze of the ex-WICKED test subjects from maze A.

Many of the boys were kind and you got along with easily, but it was the tall, dark haired former runner that never struck you right. Upon learning that he had worked with WICKED growing up, and the downfall of the Right Arm shortly after his arrival, you decided to stay clear of the man, choosing to never forgive him for ruining the home you worked so hard for - causing the death of those who were close to you and raised you to who you are now. That, and he always seemed to be full of himself for his help in saving many people and stopping WICKED. 

Well, that’s what you heard from some of your closest friends at least. 

You had never truly interacted with the male for long periods of time. It was always in passing during dinner or around camp while getting work done. He would occasionally try to strike up a conversation, but you gave some excuse before running off, letting out a huff of annoyance that he would never get the hint. His aura was aggravating without reason, but you had no plans to befriend the amnesiac. 

Turning your gaze towards Vince, who stood upon a rickety stage made of driftwood and fallen branches along the edge of the forest behind camp that you feared would break under his heavy, muscled stature and weighted boots, your ears perked up to hear his morning announcements.

“Good morning everyone,” he called, voice as authoritative as ever. “Based on some recent discussions and feedback from everyone for their tasks around the Safe Haven we have decided to try out a new method for jobs. Moral has been low because people have been mentioning that they have felt things have gone stale because they’ve been doing the same job every day since we situated here, free of infection, free from WICKED."

“So, in an attempt to raise the mood around here, we will be testing out a lottery draw for daily tasks. Remember, this is just a trial run to see how people like it and I think it’ll be good for everyone to be familiar with all of the jobs. And so you are all aware, there will be no job swapping. Once you choose something, that is what you’ll be doing for that day.”

You pouted at yourself, huffing in annoyance. A lottery? Seriously? There were a number of jobs you wished to avoid, namely the ones that involved tending to the pigs that were being raised and handling slimy things that made you cringe. To top it off, you would potentially have to work with people you didn’t know or get along with instead of the people you knew you could stand for more than a few hours.

“We have set up a station outside the dining commons for you to choose your job for the day. And we’ll get some feedback during dinner to see how things went. We’ll decide after a couple weeks if we want to keep it like this, try something new, or go back to how it was before. So please everyone, line up to draw your job for the day.”

You let out a heavy sigh, watching numerous people rush towards the job drawing, uttering something about wanting to be first in line or hoping that they have a better chance at a better task. You were slow to stand, regrettably joining the line of people while patting the sand off your backside. Silently praying you didn’t get struck with a case of bad luck for once, you watched people one by one choose their jobs. Some cheered while others wept, being consoled by their friends. Your own friends - or the group you typically hung with - chose their jobs, luckily ending up in the same task of harvesting the gardens.

Your eyes narrowed on the group of former test subjects that chatted happily after choosing their jobs. Minho, the hulky athletic male of the group, flexed and laughed at his choosing of forest running, gathering food and wood for the village. Newt, the timid brainiac that was lucky to have survived not only a stab wound but the Flare as well, was working the medical room, which he seemed pleased about. Whereas Thomas, your least favorite person in the Safe Haven, was silent, showing an awkward, lopsided smile that you couldn’t read. Was he happy about his job? Disappointed? Apathetic? 

Who cares.

You turned from the trio as you approached the box yourself, staring one of the leaders named Mark in the eye. With a short nod at the older gentleman, you stuck your small hand through the hold in the top, feeling the dwindled number of papers inside. One last inaudible prayer later, you were pulling the slip out, eyes clenched shut and bated breath. 

Your heart fell when you finally cracked your eyes open, seeing the words sloppily written on the strip. Fishing. You dreaded fishing. As much as you loved to eat the seafood that was brought back each day, you couldn’t stand the task itself. You hated the tedious task of dropping a net or sitting with a pole, waiting for something to happen while the boat that you felt would capsize with ease, swaying with the ocean waves. Add in dealing with the fish, grabbing at their slimy, scaly bodies while they wiggled aimlessly was less than appealing.

Why, of all things, did you have to draw fishing?

You let your thoughts consume you as you dragged your feet towards the beach where the small boat was waiting. With the lack of resources, and a recently lost boat from a hole in the bottom, only two people that could go fishing at the moment. There was a stockpile in the Safe Haven, luckily, but no one wanted to let the supply drop too low too fast. Your thoughts drifted to who you could be paired with. Hopefully it was someone that could manage for you both, that enjoyed fishing more than you. Maybe you would get paired with Gally, or even Aris. They were people that could manage stuff like this.

“Hey Y/N.”

With a screech, you fell forward into the sand, caught off guard at the deep voice before you. The person cursed, rushing forward to help you up. A somewhat tanned, veiny hand extended towards you, appearing in your sight to counter the grainy ground under you that your knees and hands were buried in. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you took their hand. But the blush disappeared, your face paling when you realized who it was. Thomas stood before you, helping you to stand to your feet. He gave a toothy smile, staring at you with chocolate hazelnut eyes. The sparkle in his orbs diminished slightly when you slid your hand from his, turning away to brush off your jeans. “Oh, hi Thomas.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled to see me,” he sarcastically bit, tilting his head. You scoffed at him, earning a frown from the man. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked shortly.

Thomas rose a brow, turning and pointing at the small boat that was sitting on the shore, already filled with the various fishing supplies you would need. “I drew fishing today,” he said, turning back to you. “I assume you did too?”

“Great,” you mumbled under your breath, letting out a sigh. Holding up the small paper for him to see, you spoke up, “Yeah. I’m unfortunately fishing today.”

“Unfortunate because you hate fishing?” He asked. You were about to nod in confirmation before he continued. “Or, unfortunate because you’re with me?”

At his harsh statement, you frowned, gaping at the man. You struggled to find the right words for him, mouth opening and closing a few times before you managed to utter one word. “Thomas…”

“Come on,” he cut you off, nodding towards the small boat, giving that same awkward smile as before. “We have fishing to do and I’d rather not get bitched at by Vince later.”

That made you snicker, nodding in agreement. “Same though.”

Before long, you were rowing out into the middle of the ocean, the shoreline disappearing. You struggled to prepare the nets and rods, not wanting to watch Thomas row the boat. You hated to admit, but up close, he was handsome. And with him straining his muscles to row, you could easily see his biceps flexing through his dark blue shirt. The sleeves ended just below his elbow, so you had a clear shot of the veins that protruded along his arms. 

It was a struggle not to watch him, constantly reminding yourself that you didn’t care for the man before you after everything that happened. 

An uncomfortable silence settled between you both when he settled on a spot that seemed to be flourishing with fish. The net was dropped and the rods were cast. You sat in the boat away from each other, staring off into the distance with your backs together, the waiting game upon you. The sun was slowly moving overhead, taunting you with the passage of time. Despite the abundance of fish, nothing seemed to be biting.

Your heart was steadily hammering faster, yet you couldn’t tell if it was because you were sitting alone with Thomas or if it was because every jostle of the boat left you anxious. Thomas seemed to notice your skittish nature behind him, feeling your body jerk and tremble every time the boat would rock more than the last time.

“Are you ok?” he asked, turning to look at you over his shoulder. The second he asked, the boat shook, making you squeal in surprise. 

“Fuck, I’m going to die,” you cried, placing the rod aside and resting your elbows on your knees. Thomas blinked, placing his own rod down so he could turn and stare at you.

“Come again?”

“Don’t you get it? I’m too young to die at sea!” you cried louder. The boat shook again, making you squeak once more. “Fuck, I swear that has got to be a shark. This is something straight out of Jaws!”

“...Jaws?”

“Yeah, you know,” you ranted, turning to face him. “That classic movie about the shark that was terrorizing Amity Beach? They had like… three sequels? It was a massive shark that would come and kill people!”

“I… don’t know.”

“Well, what about 47 Meters Down? Granted, we don’t have a diving cage, but we could basically be surrounded by sharks and we have nowhere to go. We are in the middle of the ocean, Thomas!”

“I don’t know that one either.”

“How could you not know them?” you hollered.

Thomas scoffed. “Well, excuse me for losing my memory while in the maze.”

“But I thought you got some memories back from that… that one thing.” You faintly remember hearing about that from your friends. 

“I remembered stuff about WICKED. Doesn’t mean I remember your shitty movies!” he snapped. 

You growled at him. “God, why are you such an asshole?”

“Why are you such a bitch?” he huffed.

“Thanks for the compliment. I know I’m a babe in total control of herself,” was your smug response, flashing him a smirk. Thomas rolled his eyes, turning away from you. 

“God, why did I have to get stuck with you?” he grumbled. 

“Because I’m obviously amazing,” you told him, turning to stare at the horizon.

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that.”

You expect him to retort, but he said nothing. You blinked in confusion, turning back to him. He wasn’t facing you, so you only got the backside of his head. Your face fell, a sorrowful thump in your chest making it ache. For some reason, you felt bad for his silence, afraid you had done something wrong. It felt as though his mood dropped, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

Instead of asking though, you turned and picked up the rod, hoping something would bite soon. 

“You know,” he spoke up suddenly, making you jump. “I know you don’t like me.”

Shocked, you turned to him, only to find he still wasn’t facing you. “What? Thomas, no. I don’t-”

“I understand though,” he murmured. “You were happy with the Right Arm before we came. And then within one day, everything you knew and loved was lost. You lost those who practically raised you, like Mary. And it’s all my fault.”

“Thomas…”

“I’ve been trying to make amends for what happened. I know I can’t change what happened, but I wanted to apologize. And you’re the last person I need to apologize to for what happened. I really fucked up that day and I feel bad that I caused so many problems. But you never give me the chance to apologize to you because you are always ignoring me.”

You stared down at your feet, guilt washing over you. This entire time, you had scrutinized him for what he had done and what had happened, judging him for things of his past. You never took the chance to learn who he was and understand how he was feeling. You sighed softly, shifting in your seat, letting silence befall you again.

The boat shook, making you gasp, grasping at the edges of the boat. “Oh my god. What the fuck was that?”

Thomas chuckled. “It was just the waves, Y/N. Calm down.”

“If I get eaten by a shark-” The boat shook more, making you both stumble slightly in the uneven waves. “Oh my god. It’s Jaws!”

“There is no Jaws!”

“I’m too young to die at sea! Why did I have to get ‘fishing’? If I was going to die, why couldn’t I, oh I don’t know, follow the butterflies?” you bellowed. “Fuck, I hate the ocean. Nothing good ever happens out here.”

“Y/N-”

“Is it Jaws?!” 

Thomas turned quickly in his seat, just as you turned to face him, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Hold on!”

Your eyes widened, feeling the boat shake and shift, being tossed around as the water around you grew aggressive. Your skin paled, barely managing to take a gulp of air before the large wave that was hurtling towards you crashed into the boat, sending you and Thomas toppling into the dark ocean. The waves pushed you around, Thomas barely able to keep his grasp on you.  

Your head was spinning.

Your eyes were blurry and unfocused, burning from the salt water.

Your throat ached, wanting to breathe air that wasn’t present as you struggled to figure out which way was up.

Your vision slowly blurred, going black before long, suffocating on the water around you.

~

A burst of air filled your lungs, your body retching to rid itself of water. You were turned on your side as the water escaped, low heaves and coughs leaving you. When you managed to catch your breath, breathing normally, you flopped back onto your back, staring up at the blue sky. Blinking a few times, you tried to remember what happened.

“Are you ok?” Thomas spoke beside you.

That’s when it hit. You turned to him, eyes slowly widening. You jumped to your feet, stumbling around to look at your surroundings. There was a forest on one side, and the ocean on the other. Wood from the destroyed boat was still washing onto the shore, some of your belongings that managed to survive were scattered in the sand. Nothing was in sight around you - no Safe Haven close to return to.  

You glanced down at Thomas, taking note of his dripping wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His shirt and pants clung to his limbs, making his chest and arms stick out more, accentuating the thick thighs you never took the time to notice. Sand stuck to his wet skin, but he didn’t seem fazed by the grainy substance. He was panting, slouched in the sand before where you form once laid.

“Be careful,” he called. “Don’t rush too fast. You just woke up from nearly drowning.”

“Where are we?” you asked. 

“I don’t know,” he hummed lowly. “When I finally managed to get us to the surface, this is where we had ended up.”

“So, are you trying to say,” you choked, crouching down into a ball. “That we are stranded?”

“I think so.”

“I’m stranded here with you?” Thomas nodded. You groaned, taking a handful of sand and throwing it away from you both. “Fuck!”

“Y/N, calm down-”

You didn’t listen, rushing to the edge of the water. The waves splashed around your already wet feet, your shoes sinking into the wet sand. “Hello?” you called loudly, cupping your mouth to amplify your voice. “Can anyone hear me? Help! We are stuck out here!”

“Hey, hey. Stop that,” Thomas called, standing from his seat and making his way towards you. He took your hands as you continued to scream into the abyss, turning you to face him. “Stop screaming like that.”

“No, leave me alone! I’m not going to die here with you!”

“Y/N, stop!” he called, holding you struggling form tighter. You eased into him when he raised his voice. “That’s not going to help. You’re just going to wear yourself out faster that way.”

“But-”

“If you continue to scream, you will just make yourself tired and thirsty. And the last thing we need is for you to be dehydrated. You will die faster if that’s the case.” You swallowed thickly, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. “We need to focus on finding food, water and shelter. Then we can figure out how to get home. We need to make sure we are safe first.”

“But, how?” you sniffled, fear finally kicking in. “I can barely fish.”

“Don’t worry about it. I will handle it,” he whispered, pushing your wet hair back. He grimaced when he felt grains of sand interlaced in your strands, but kept a smile on his face. “Just make sure to keep up, alright smallfry?”

You huffed when he turned away, moving to gather some of the supplies that survived. “I’m not a smallfry, you tree!” you called out to him, chasing after the man.

You managed to gather some emergency supplies that had been luckily sealed to keep from getting wet, giving you a blanket, flint for a fire, and a small knife. It wasn’t much, but it was all Thomas needed before he ventured into the jungle. Though, it wasn’t before you had convinced him to let you spell out an SOS in the sand with rather heavy rocks you found along the coast. 

Trekking through the dense jungle, soaked from head to toe in salt water, the humidity piercing the air until your skin stuck more than before, and exhaustion beginning to set into your limbs, was the last thing you had thought would happen when you awoke that morning. Let alone you were with Thomas of all people. 

On one hand, if you were going to be stuck with anyone, Thomas was a prime candidate. He had survived the Maze and the Scorch, he was fit and able to hunt for food if needed, and he'd carry you with ease if you suddenly fell flat on your face after tripping over the many tree roots that seemed to wrap themselves around your ankles, tugging at your despair.  On the other hand, it was Thomas. The traitor, the ex-WICKED member, the know it all.

You frowned at the thought, glancing up to stare at the back of his head, watching the brown tuft of hair flowing in the breeze that skated by. His shirt stuck to his form with sea water and sweat, his arms effortlessly flexing whenever he pushed aside branches, leaves and bushes. Your mind raced back to the discussion on the boat and Thomas’ plea for forgiveness echoing in your ears. Our stomach clenched with the familiar sense of guilt you had before the tsunami-like wave capsized your tiny haven. 

Maybe you had judged him too quickly after all. He was making advances to move on and seek retribution for everything. You were stuck in the past, unwilling to forgive what happened to friends back then.

Maybe it was time to start moving on...

Though, that thought didn’t change that you were stuck alone on this uninhabited island with him. Alone with a fairly attractive man...

Shaking your head quickly to rid yourself of the indecent thoughts, your cheeks flaring up, you hustled forward to join his side. The silence between you was unnerving, the only sound around being your rapid heartbeat that seemed to speed up when you sideways glanced at his face. Unconsciously, you found yourself counting the moles that starred his jawline.

No, stop. What are you doing?

“So, uh,” you cleared your throat speaking up, trying to distract yourself from the plague that kept entering your mind. “What is the plan?”

“We should find water and shelter,” he voiced, cut off by the loud growl of your stomach. Your cheeks lit up, not only due to the embarrassment caused by the protests of hunger your body let out, but also the flips your stomach did at the sound of his deep, but melodic laughter. His dark eyes darted to you, a goofy, lopsided grin inching his cheeks upright. “And food too, I guess. We need fresh water and shelter first and foremost though.”

“And how exactly are we supposed to find that?” you questioned, jumping over a rock and nearly faceplanting. Thomas caught you swiftly, adding more heat to your already warm face. Uttering a low thank you, you continued after him, afraid to speak more. 

“Well, I guess we should try to listen for some water. If we can find a stream or river, we can probably follow it for a bit.”

“You mean like that?”

You spied a small stream beyond a set of trees, Thomas’ face lighting up at the sight. “Exactly! Let’s go!”

You laughed at his excitement, though you missed the soft smile Thomas gave hearing you laugh the way you did. He rushed towards the stream of water with you hot on his heel, following the water flowing down the island. A more comfortable silence fell between you this time, making your way through the jungle together.

“Eureka!” Thomas finally exclaimed, dashing away from you.

“H-hey! Don’t just leave me alone you asshole! Or I will never forgive you!”

“Story of my life,” was his snarky reply, but the joking words made your heart clench while wincing to yourself. He wasn’t wrong, but it stung to hear it so bluntly. “Now, hurry up and get over here!”

A silent sigh left your lips before rushing after him, stumbling to a stop at his side in awe. A small lake was at the end of the stream you were following, the water sparkling with the sun's rays glaring down at it. A small waterfall stood in the distance, white foam coating the base, rippling waves making the water glisten and shimmer. You stared in awe at the sight, gawking at the beauty.

“Yahoo!” Thomas screamed before diving straight into the water, belongings dropped carelessly to the ground, making you gasp in shock. Dots of cold water sprinkled along your face, causing you to shrink back in surprise and yelp loudly. 

“Thomas!” You screamed at him when he resurfaced, kicking his legs to stay afloat. The man pushed back his dark tresses of hair, wiping the water away from his face. He didn’t care that he was fully clothed, fabric clinging to his muscled form. He was content laying back in the water, eyes glued to the blue sky.

“This is nice.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scowled.

His heavenly laugh resounded through the air, your stomach knotting at the noise. Your eyes followed the man as he flipped in the water, diving into the water again before swimming to the other edge near the waterfall. A tired heave escaped as you sat in the nearby grass, sliding off your wet shoes and socks and slipping your aching, waterlogged feet into the lake. The cool water felt refreshing, a sense of calm hitting you almost instantly. You leaned back on your hands, allowing yourself to unwind for the first time since you awoke on the sandy beach. 

“Hey!” Thomas called, making you crack an eye in his direction. He was waving at you from afar, standing at the edge of the waterfall. He pointed towards the falling rapids, calling out, “There is a small cave back here! I think we can use this as shelter!”

“Are you sure?” You hollered back. Thomas nodded, diving into the water and swimming towards you. When he arrived, he stayed in the water, resting on the edge of the lake on his arms. 

“Yeah. It’s small, but I think it'll do. It’s dry enough for us to have a fire but it’ll keep any animals out.”

“If I die tonight because you are wrong and some animal mauls me while I sleep, I am coming back to haunt you.”

Thomas grinned, lifting himself out of the water to grab the gear he dropped. The water made his pants sag, exposing the elastic of the dark boxers he had on. You blushed and turned away, listening to him rummage around in the waterproof bag of emergency goods. 

“I’m going to try and gather some food from the trees. Do you think you can gather some wood for a fire? We can use the bag and tarp that was inside to keep it dry when we head in,” he suggested, tossing both in your direction. 

“I guess. But let me rest for a bit longer please,” you hummed, turning to look at him. Thomas nodded at your words, pocketing a knife set. Turning was a bad decision - Thomas at that moment was stripping off his wet shirt, giving you full display of his toned upper torso, complete with check hair and happy trail dipping into his waistband. His broad shoulders and arms flexed as he stretched, folding the shirt and placing it down with the spare belongings in the bag. His long legs carried him towards some trees with mysterious fruit hiding in the tops, your eyes tracing the back muscles you didn’t know you needed until now.

The man proceeded to climb the tree carefully, trying not to slip too much from his wet pants. Watching him pull himself up, arms bulging and veins prominent along his skin even from a distance, made your body heat up, legs rubbing together slightly. The attractive man left your mind reeling. A shaky breath left your lips, your head turning away quickly.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, staring at your reflection. Since when did I think of Thomas as attractive?

The soft thunk of fruits being cut down from the tree made your ears ring, eyes darting to stare at the man in the tree before returning to the water. You saw how red your face was.

I thought I hated him. I thought I despised him. But ever since he said he’s been trying to apologize for what happened, I can’t help but think… You groaned, ruffling your knotted hair. Have I just always found him attractive but chose to ignore it because I was irrationally angry at him?

“Aw fuck,” you heard Thomas groan when he fell on his ass while descend the tree. The man stood from the ground, rubbing his sore buttox before moving to the next tree, repeating his attempts to gather food. You giggled to yourself, tucking some loose hair away.

“Maybe I have been too harsh on him,” you sighed to yourself, feeling your heartbeat picking up. “Maybe it’s time to move on and forgive him.That fucking attractive asshole.”

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable! Help a brotha out!” he joking called before jumping onto another tree ungracefully, shimmying up the trunk slowly.

“I know, asshole!” 

Hesitantly, you pulled yourself from the ground, grumbling lowly at yourself as you dragged the supplies to the small cave before heading off to find sticks. The entire time you gathered the broken twigs and branches that littered across the ground, your eyes kept lingering on the broad, muscular form in the distance. Setting your eyes on his form made your heart race, face heating up from something other than the setting sun in the distance. You ached, but not from the strenuous task of obtaining firewood for warmth that night. As you crouched for wood, your legs rubbed together to relieve the throbbing sensation that racked your lower body. Your mind was plagued with him - how you never noticed his beautiful or funny personality through your initial judgment. Deep down, you knew he was hot… but it didn’t strike until now just how much you really liked him.

And being stuck with him, seeing how much he cared, only deepened the feeling. Rapidly, at that. You were smitten in a matter of hours, putting aside your hatred to see the real side of the man.

When you walked into the cave, it was silent. Thomas said nothing, busy setting up the blanket so you had a somewhat comfortable place to rest until help, hopefully, arrived. You pouted, a sudden overwhelming sense of doubt hitting you. Though he never showed it, insecurity struck, suggesting to you that he was actually uncomfortable with the situation - that he actually was upset that you had resented him for so long. Despite his attempted apology in the smash boat, he really was unhappy that you wouldn’t accept him.

And here you were, pining over the man suddenly as a new light was making his presence glow in the darkness, giving you some hope, security and a very flushed face at the simplest thoughts. How the tables turned in your mind.

The sun was nearly gone, giving the sky a faint, blue glow, the remnants of pinks and oranges fading into black. Thomas quietly started a fire, the crackling embers flaring up after a few harsh breaths from the man to fan the flames. Both of you settled onto the blanket, nibbling on the fruits he had gathered. A decent gap was between you, your butt at the edge of the blanket just like his. 

Listening to the crackle of the fire made your mind race with uneasy thoughts. Occasionally, as you bit into the mysterious, but sweet food, you would glance at the man beside you, finding his eyes glued to the fire before you. Eyes traced his side profile, heating up as you admired his sharp jawline speckled in freckles and moles, bits of scruff forming on his chin. 

He hadn’t shaved recently.

Your stomach fluttered, knotting tightly with delight and discomfort. He was handsome, something you would have never admitted before today, but the cold shoulder was killing you. Your mouth was dry, tongue darting out in an attempt to relieve the crackling feeling with no result. Your heart pounded against your chest before turning away, tugging your lip between your teeth to nibble at unconsciously. 

Now that you were ready to forgive him, this new feeling was taking over. You really liked him, and you wanted to get to know him more. You were tired of judging him for what happened. You had the wrong perception of him. But, you had to make things right. 

“Thomas,” you croaked. The man turned his head; you could feel his chocolate colored eyes on the side of your head, trying to pierce you. The words didn’t want to come out when you opened your mouth, unsure what you wanted to say or ask. You finally managed after a handful of attempts to utter one line: “Do you hate me?”

“What?” he asked, more to himself than to you. When you glanced at him, he was shocked, gawking in your direction. The leg he had tucked into him as he ate was extended, body turned to face you better. 

“I just,” you started, twiddling your fingers together. “I’ve been so hard on you since we got to the safe haven. I hated you because of what happened with the Right Arm. But I never gave you a chance to make amends for that. I know you didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you, but I did it anyway, believing that you were this cocky know-it-all for being the savior that took down WICKED. And, I’m sorry for that. 

“I shouldn't have judged you so prematurely. I shouldn’t have shunned you or pushed you away when all you wanted was to be friends, to make up for what happened because I get it; you feel guilty for what happened. You blame yourself when you shouldn’t. It wasn’t even your fault when you think about it. And now… we’re stuck here and I just… I keep feeling like because of how poorly I’ve treated you that you hate me now. I’ve done you wrong and you have no reason to treat me kindly. Sure, survival is one thing but… I’m sure you hate me.”

“I could never,” he voiced without a thought, startling you. 

Staring up at him, you whispered, “What?”

“I could never hate you,” he hummed, returning to hugging a knee to his chest. “Quite the opposite really.”

“I’m not following.”

Thomas chuckled, continuing, “You were the one I wanted to apologize to the most because of how much I liked you. I’ve…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I’ve had a massive crush on you for the longest time. You’re the smartest, strongest and most beautiful woman in the safe haven to me. I couldn’t but to develop a small… well, a massive crush on you. And I wanted to ask you to give me a chance, but you would always walk away when I got the courage to talk to you. I knew I had hurt you but I wanted to try. So, yeah. I could never hate you.”

It was your turn to gawk at him. Your cheeks burned, staring at the handsome man in shock. Your mouth opened and closed, unable to say anything for the longest time. And when you finally managed to say anything, you only could say, “I’m going to take a bath!”

Thomas laughed when he watched you rush out, jumping into the shallow water just outside the cave fully clothed. Collapsing onto a rock, water coming up to your waist, you huffed, burrowing your face in your palms. 

“God, I’m stupid. He fucking likes me too. He has a crush on me. And here I’m starting to crush on him. What did I fucking run?!”

Sighing, you peeled the wet shirt over your head, struggling to strip yourself of your pants. Since you were already in the water, you figured you should at least wash up the best you could, choosing to scrub your tattered clothes a bit to rid them of dirt and grime. The wet clothes, after you were done, we placed aside, allowing you to sink further into the water. A content breath left your lips, looking up at the stars that made the sky glow. 

“So, you like me too?”

You jumped, turning around with arms crossed over your chest to hide your almost bare chest. The cocky male sat at the base of the cave, still shirtless from his earlier excursion. 

“Can you not?!” you screamed, splashing water in his direction.

“Sorry, sorry,” he teased. “I initially came to check on you after you ran off, and you’ve been out here for a bit. Wanted to make sure something didn’t eat you.”

“I appreciate the concern, but can you not stare at my chest?” you grumbled, noticing his stare at the water, right where your hands were. “And what gave you the impression that I like you too?”

“You know I could hear you, right?” You blushed, sinking further into the water. “Listen, I’m glad you are starting to like me too. But I will leave you be. I will let you tell me when you’re ready. I’m honestly just... “ He stopped for a second. “I’m just glad you don’t hate me anymore.”

“I don’t think I ever really hated you,” you admitted to him. “I was just blind to how much I really did like you. I never took the time to notice how handsome, smart and funny you are. I lied to myself that I didn’t like you when I’m pretty sure I liked you a hell of a lot.”

“You know, being stranded on this island sucks,” he hummed playfully. “But, I’m glad I’m here with you. It really is something special.”

“Thomas.”

“I will leave you be to clean up. I shouldn’t bother you. But please give me a holler if you need me or something happens.”

He stood to leave, turning his back to retreat into your small dominion for the night. He didn’t hear the water splash as you rushed to the edge of the water, not caring to shield yourself as you called out to him again.

“Thomas!”

Slowly, he turned back to you, a red hot blush clearly appearing on his skin despite the darkness. “Yes?”

You were silent for a second before speaking up, “do you want to take a bath with me? You know, clean up and maybe wash your clothes?”

He chuckled, contemplating for a moment before letting his feelings cave over his rational thoughts. He turned around briskly, rushing to join you in the water. His jump into the shallow water, albeit not a big one, was enough to make the water splash against you, Thomas earning a squeal of surprise. He grinned, falling back into the water so he could float among the small waves so he could pull his pants off. 

You blushed, moving to sink into further water, deep enough to hide yourself but to not have to tread water. You avoid his eyes, keeping your eyes on the rippling waves, listening to the patter of the waterfall behind you. 

It wasn’t until you heard the wet slap of his pants on rock and felt his warm presence against your back at you became hyper aware of him standing right behind you. You could feel his hot breath fan against your neck as he pushed your wet locks aside, draping them over one shoulder. 

“Is this fine?” he asked quietly. “I don’t want to go fast. I don’t want to scare you away, but I can’t keep myself away. I should have just walked away, but I can’t when you’re so close. You said you like me too and I’ve wanted this for so long. So please, if you don’t want this, tell me now.”

“Tommy,” you breathed. The name made his breath hitch - something you caught instantly. His body stiffened against yours, his breathing picking up. Your heart was beating just as fast as his was, though you couldn’t pick up on the rapid pounding in his chest. 

“Please. If I’ve gone too far, tell me. Because if you don’t stop me, I don’t know what I will do. I’m a hormonal guy, Y/N. And I’m stranded on an island alone with the most beautiful girl int eh world. The girl I’ve admired for too long. I don’t want to hurt-”

You turned quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss to silence him. The man’s muffled grunts were lost to your lips, his body instantly reacting to yours. He pushed closer to you, his erection obvious against your leg. His hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his muscled chest, wet pecs flexing anxiously with the jump in his heartbeat. Your fingers curled against his cheeks before pulling away, grinning cheekily.

“You talk to much. Maybe I should have just continued hating you.”

“Nope. This is better.”

His lips crashed back onto yours after his hasty response, tilting his head to give him as much room as possible to engulf your lips with his. Your hands eagerly slid up to his wet chocolate tresses, tangling in them to scrape at his scalp. His hands ran along your waist until he found your ass, lifting you up against him so your legs could wrap around his midsection. Things escalated quickly, heat building with the sensual kiss.

And you weren’t arguing right now.

He backed you into the shallowest part of the water, placing you down to focus on the heated kiss. His tongue darted along your plump lips until they parted, automatically shoving past them to enter your wet cavern. Tongues battled for dominance, something you easily lost. His tongue ran along your mouth, tracing every inch of it before pulling away for air, a short string of saliva still connecting your lips. 

Your chests rose and fell quickly for air before instantly delving in for more open mouth kisses. Lips dragged against each other, wet smacks mixing with the rushing water beside you. Noses bumped whenever your heads turned to get a better position, teeth clashing with every heated crash. His lips dragged along yours, sucking them teasingly before devouring them again and again.

Your hands slid down from his hair, landing on his broad shoulder first before running down his chest. Your fingers skimming along his skin made him shiver, pecs jumping under your sultry touch. His arms flexed, more veins emerging from his skin as he got excited. When your thumbs brushed against his nipples, he shuddered, breaking the kiss to let out a gasping moan.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped, a glint in the glare he sent you.

“Oh. Are your nipples sensitive, Tommy?” you cooed, smirking up at the man. A deeper groan left his lips, his face burrowing in your neck. Tiny nips and kisses were left on your skin, Thomas earning himself a moan.

“I hate that you started using that name so quickly,” he uttered deeply. “It’s making it really hard to control myself.”

“Who said you needed to control yourself?” you spoke without warning. Thomas groaned once more, hands fussing with the bra strap against your back. 

The article was nearly ripped from your skin and tossed aside, lost to the lake as it drifted away in the water. His eyes were dark, near animalistic, like he was staring at his prey right before he pounced. You weren’t telling him no; you were encouraging the hungry tiger inside. He intended to take advantage of that, even if his mind told him not to. His body spoke louder. His hunger made him salivate, taking in the sight of your bare torso before lunging. 

His head dipped down, latching onto your breast instantly. Your head fell back, unleashing a loud moan at the pleasure. His mouth wrapped around your hard bud, tongue flicking at it happily. His large, veiny hand grasped the other one, fondling it fiercely, between his long fingers. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want this, your body screamed that you did. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want to be stuck with Thomas, you were glad it was him. Even if you told yourself you didn’t like him, you knew for a fact you did.

What he was doing felt phenomenal, and you wouldn’t change that for the world right then and there.

Thomas pulled away with a pop, sucking red marks along the skin of your mounds before resuming his licking barrage on the nipple, grunting against it happily. More moans left your lips, fingers tangling in his hair to keep yourself together, giving you something to tug at while you were pleasured. Your legs rubbed together, feeling heat pooling between them the more he attacked your chest, suckling at your nipple repeatedly. When he finally switched breasts, you lost control, nearly shouting his name into the night sky.

“Oh, fuck, Thomas!” you mewled, pressing his face further into your chest. “That feels so good.”

“Shit,” he choked, prying himself from your grasp to move up to your level. His body sliding against yours allowed you to feel the obvious bulge in his boxers, your core twitching as a result. “If you keep that up, I’m going to have to fuck you senseless. You have no idea how hot that is and how fucking horny I am right now.”

“Then do it,” you let out. “Fucking fuck me already.”

“God damn.”

He didn’t ask twice. He was stripping you of your only remaining garment, tossing them with his own onto the rocks behind you. Your stare turned south to catch a glimpse of his shaft, gawking at the size. “Holy shit,” you gasped. “Is that what I was missing by hating your guts?”

His was long and hard, his hand wrapped around the girthy base to stroke it casually. The tip was swollen and red, beads of precum coming out the tip when he tugged at himself. He was much larger than any other guy you had seen - the few one night stands you managed to have were nothing compared to this. You were silently thanking the world for what had happened, giving you a chance to make things right with Thomas and to get fucked senseless by a god. You were thankful for the realization of your feelings because right now, your pussy was pleading to be filled.

“Should have talked to me sooner. We could have been fucking for a while now,” he teased. “Of course, I wanted you for more than a good lay, but I’m sure I can please you when you need it.”

“Oh? Low blow, cowboy. Sure you can stick to those guns?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

The tip ran along your folds a few times before he pushed in quickly, bottoming out in seconds. A loud, prolonged moan left your mouth, the noise drawn out and making your throat vibrate. Thomas grunted at the feeling of your tight cunt around him, your walls grasping at his hard cock eagerly. His eyes closed, trying to not cum instantly. You were wet and warm, clinging to him intermittently, hugging him tightly. The subtlest shift made you clench, another loud noise filling the air.

Before he started to move, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a chaste kiss before groaning, shifting you against him. “If it gets to be too much, stop me.”

“Alright.”

It started slow, your body bouncing against his. His hands sat on your backside, using your ass as leverage to guide your body against his. His long shaft slid in and out of you slowly, rubbing against your walls and poking at the sensitive spots. Whenever he was nearly freed, you were brought back down onto him, fully sheathing him inside your warmth. 

The speed picked up gradually until you were being slammed onto his thick cock repeatedly, enhancing the pleasure you were feeling. Your moans grew in volume, filling the night air around you. The water splashed against your sides with every diligent thrust into your tight core, aiding Thomas’ thick cock in sliding in and out of you. Nails clawed at his skin, diggin crescent-shaped moons into his shoulders while being bounced, keeping you steady and upright. 

Thomas groaned loudly, the sound of your seductive moans in his ears making him harder than he thought was possible. His chocolate pupils, darkened by lust, traveled south, traveling the features of your face the entire time. Your lips were rosy from the intense kisses you shared, your bright orbs were half-lidded with ecstasy, your cheeks were flushed under the moon that was rearing it face over the trees slowly. When his eyes befell your chest, watching your breasts bounce up and down against his moist chest, the former runner was floored. He had never seen something so wonderful - so attractive. His stomach tightened, hips thrusting faster into you, unleashing a more animalistic nature that had you screaming. 

“Oh, god!” you let out, throwing your head back. Your entire body shook, your knotting stomach flipping a million times a second. Thomas grunted out at your echoed speech, leaning forward to latch onto your breast, after a bit of trouble to keep a steady pace and attack the mound as it jostled aimlessly. One hand found its way to his wet locks, tugging at them harshly. The suckling to your peaked buds made your eyes flash white, the shaking increasing significantly as your high hit. “Oh fuck, Thomas!”

With your walls clenching, your warm cunt hugging him tightly and his cock growing slick with your arousal, his head began to spin. Maybe it was the lack of air; he wasn’t breathing while he bucked into you, nibbling at your breast with all of his might. His thrusts grew sloppy, fighting to control himself while you had your orgasm. When he finally felt your body going limp, he moved forward, resting you on a shallow rock and pulling himself free. 

You blinked your eyes opened, glancing at the dark haired man that no longer occupied your used core. Your pussy throbbed, trying to clench around nothing but air, screaming at its sudden emptiness. Thomas’ eyes were glued on you - all of you - taking in your fucked-out expression, round breasts that were littered with red love marks, and your chest heaving with uneven breaths. His large hand, covered in veins, wrapped around his cock, stroking himself quickly and harshly, pulling the skin of his length over the tip slightly. The man hunched forward slightly, refusing to give in until he was grunting loudly, utter a few curses before releasing himself onto your form.

Thick ropes of his hot seed shot from the tip, dotting up your stomach to your chest, covering your breasts in his white, steamy essence. Bits of water washed the droplets away when it splashed across your body, but he licked his lips at the sight of you covered in his cum, looking hot with the white strings as your form. His unruly noises got louder when you ran your fingers along the few drops that remained, particularly on your breasts, rubbing the thick substance around your taut buds slowly.

“Shit,” he huffed, kneeling on the rock beside you. His lips connected to yours in a searing kiss, your lips instantly parting to allow his tongue to invade your cheeks. Your tongues tangled together messily, noisy open-mouth kisses smacking against each other in haste. Thomas’ hand slithered between your legs, shamelessly shoving two fingers into your sensitive core. The moan that he ripped from your was lost to his throat. His fingers shoved into your pussy quickly, making you writhe under him. 

The kiss broke, allowing your shaking words to escape. “Don’t go so rough.”

“Are you a bit sensitive after you took me?” he asked cheekily, making you laugh slightly.

“I guess you could say that. I think I’m a little overstimulated. I haven’t had sex in a while.”

Thomas blinked, hand stilling. “You’re had sex before?”

Your eyes met, confusion in your eyes. “I mean, of course. I tried dating a guy once after we came to the safe haven, but he was only good for a single lay to relieve some stress from everything,” you revealed. With a giggle, you continued, “Don’t tell me you haven’t had some action since we got here.”

“Oh. I-I mean.. Well, yeah. Who hasn’t?” You didn’t seem convinced, earning a deep sigh from Thomas. His fingers removed themselves from your core, the man sitting on the rock beside you. You sat up yourself, hugging your chest slightly. “I guess if you count the one night stand I had after getting really drunk on Gally’s drink.”

“No way. With who?”

Thomas chuckled at your enthusiasm. “I can’t really remember. She was gone before I woke up in the chicken coop. I think her name was Mandy because after that night, she never talked to me again.”

Your laughter grew louder, leaning on the frowning male. “That’s fucking great.”

“Laugh it up, bitch.”

“I will,” you teased. “But, how come you never tried for more?”

“I mean,” he sighed, looking down at you. “I had my eyes on someone I really liked. But, she didn’t like me back. Wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t look at me. She hated my guts.”

“Well,” you sighed, looking up at him with a joking smile, “she’s lost out. You should forget about her.”

Thomas laughed, leaning down to kiss you softly. His hand, wet and dripping with water, moved up to caress your cheek as his lips dragged against yours slowly. “I think I already am because I have someone amazing with me now.”

Together you sat under the moonlight in the water for a while, cuddling until you felt your feet wrinkling and your body shiver from the cold that was setting in. Thomas exited the water first, lending a hand to help you out afterwards. Gathering your discarded clothes, you hobbled back into the warmth of the cave. While you laid out the clothes to dry, Thomas added more wood to the dying fire, letting it flare back up before you both snuggled together on the blanket, seeking warmth with each other.

You faced him, staring up at his sharp features, fingers dancing along his muscled arms and speckled cheeks. His biceps flexed under your touch, cheeks curling upwards with a smile at the gentle skim of your touch. His own arm was draped over your waist, drawing imaginary shapes to the small of your back. You had never been so comfortable or content in your life, having spent so long running from Cranks or escaping from WICKED in hopes of finding a safe place to live in peace, praying to harmony in your unpredictable life. You frowned at the thought; you had misses so much because of your judgments. 

“I’m still sorry,” you whispered lowly. Thomas hummed, waiting for you to continue. “I’m sorry for everything, Tommy. For shunning you, judging you, mistreating you. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s fine, babe,” he mused, kissing your forehead. “I get it. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he laughed. His eyes met yours, giving you a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you on your lips softly. “We just need to move on from here.”

“I guess so.”

“Just give me a chance to show you that I’m a good guy,” he teased, making you laugh. 

“Yeah, if we ever get off this island,” you said. “But, being stranded with you isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

“Are you saying that shipwrecking with me here was going to suck?” he gasped.

“Tommy, I didn’t even want to fish with your ass!”

“But I have a fine ass.”

“Yeah, I know,” you teased, daring to roll onto him, straddling his waist with ease. Your lips connected in a fiery kiss, earning a deep grunt from the former runner. “I watched you climb a tree today. You have a nice behind.”

“So do you,” he rasped lowly, cupping your backside tightly in his palms. The action made you mewl, grinding your hips against his sharply. Your lips connected once more, letting your tongues tease each other. Thomas’ cock was growing hard under you, sliding between your moist pussy lips. The man murmured against your lips after breaking your kiss, “I’m getting horny again.”

“I can’t say I disagree,” you uttered, grinding on him harder, two moans filling your small hideaway. His cock was twitching against your wet core, the hands that remained on your ass helping you rock against him faster. “Fuck, I just want you inside me again.”

“If we do, I can’t promise I will last long… or pull out in time to not cum inside you.”

“That’s fine,” you let out. 

Thomas grinned seductively, teeth twinkling mischievously. “You know, if that happens, there will be a chance you could get pregnant.”

“I know, but I trust you.”

The words made his heart jump slightly. “So, are you saying that you want me to fill you with my cum? You want me to fuck you silly and maybe put a baby inside you?”

“I mean, I will take the fucking me silly, but if a baby comes with it, you’re helping to raise it.”

“Deal,” he gasped.

Within much thought, he was aligning with your core, sliding into you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up once more, your pussy full with his giant cock. The tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot, as well as new spots he hadn’t hit before. The new position came with a new angle, and the new angle let him reach deeper inside you. He stayed still for a moment before guiding you along his length, rocking you back and forth along his shaft.

You laid against his as you moved along his cock, breasts pressed against his chest. Your lips danced together occasionally, dragging against each other slowly before parting to let our low moans. The subtle smack from the kisses made your heart race and core clench, squeezing around him tightly. They were such loving kisses, but they made your walls tight and wet.

Pushing up on his chest, separating from the multitude of kisses you shared, you picked up speed, riding him quickly. His cock slid in and out of you quickly, your body rising up and slamming back onto him before he could escape your grasp. Your speed gradually built until you were slapping your hips together loudly, sweaty skin sticking together and pulling apart with slick noises. 

Thomas licked his lips, eying your bouncing breasts for a bit before turning to watch his cock slip in and out of you. He was familiar with your breasts moving when he was inside you, but he thoroughly enjoyed the way his cock would emerge covered in your sweet arousal, making his length glisten in the firelight, before it disappeared back inside your tight cunt, throbbing with the need to explode. He wanted to fill you up, spilling every last ounce he had into your hole. He wanted to watch the white seed drip from your lips, oozing out because you were so full of him.

The desire to do so was overwhelming, so much that the man lifted you off of him with a short whine, and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He found himself ramming back into you from behind, hearing a short scream rip from your throat when he wasted no time in slamming himself into you. He bucked wildly, his speed nearly godly, thrusting himself deep into you. His new speed and position made you scream his name loudly, clawing at the bunched up blankets under you. Your body shifted with every thrust, only kept steady from a firm hand he kept on your hip. The other hand planted firmly to your backside, a reddening handprint pressed into your skin. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he growled, pushing harder. His hips snapped into your ass, balls slapping against your folds. The sounds of slapping skin mixed with the uncontrollable noises that left your mouth in panted breaths, making Thomas grin widely. “You like this, Y/N? You like when I fill you up with my giant fucking cock?”

“Tommy-”

“You love when I fuck you into the ground like this? You just can’t get enough, can you?”

“No,” you managed to utter. “I need more.”

“What was that?” he asked, the hand that had been slapping at your ass occasionally sliding up your back to your neck. He gave it a firm squeeze, hearing a choked breath leave. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you made no effort to remove it, so he figured you were fine. Maybe, you were even enjoying the restriction. “Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck, Thomas. Fill me up already! Please!”

“God, you just love being filled up. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be filled up with my cum. You want all of my cum inside you? You want me to fill you up with all of my cum?”

“Yes!” You hollered weakly. Dots were blinking in your vision, your body tightening with your inevitable release. “Please fill me up Tommy. I want to cum with you. I love the feeling of your cock so much, but i want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, thats hot,” he muttered, shoving into you faster than before. He pushed up onto his feet, releasing your neck so he could steady you against him. His entire body was used to push into you, every part of his body leveraged to excite you over the top. He wanted to make your next orgasm one to remember. He wanted to have you releasing on his cock more than you thought was possible. He wanted to explode every drop into you. “Cum with me, Y/N. Please baby, cum all over my fucking cock.”

You moaned in response, body nearly going limp from your orgasm. Your stomach hurt from trying to hold back, so you didn’t keep it in. The knot was burned away, and you were spilling everything you had onto his length, making it slick enough to still slide in and out of you as he thrust sloppily. Your walls were clinging to him desperately, convulsing with every droplet you released that stuck to his length.

Your tight, wet cunt made Thomas’ head spin like before, his own high nearly. Your core was hugging him close, squeezing him lifeless. The warmth was making him throb and twitch, finally exploding his load into you with one loud grunting groan. His thick seed shot from the tip, painting along your inner walls like white paint. The former runner let out a prolonged mewl of approval, thrusts slowing, letting your walls milk him of every last bit he had built up. 

Your bodies finally collapsed from exhaustion, Thomas remaining inside you until he had softened to a tiny chub. His fascination led him to watch his arousal slip from your pussy lips, the man licking his lips slowly. 

“That’s something to remember…” he whispered to himself before moving to kiss your shoulder blades. “We should get some rest. Then tomorrow, we can try to find a way off this island and back home.”

He didn’t receive a response.

“Y/N?”

He turned you over, finding you sound asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You had a gentle smile ebbed onto your lips, resting peacefully. The man chuckled, pushing back some of the hair that stuck to your sweaty forward, placing a sweet, loving kiss to your temple. Laying beside you, he curled you into his chest, struggling to pull the blanket over you to keep you warm in case the fire died out while you slept. His head rested on his sore arm, but he didn’t mind the pain; his comfort came from you beside him, in his arms - finally.

“Sleep well. And thank you for giving me a chance. I didn’t think getting stranded would be such a good thing...”

~

His eyes fluttered open, finding a small stream of sunlight filling the cave. It took a moment to process his surroundings. The fire had died, he was in a cave, and you were nuzzled into his side, bare naked and sound asleep. Thomas thought he was dreaming before recalling the wave and the boat crash, finding you stranded on an unknown island without a way home. He also remember the heated evening of confessions, apologies and sex that blew his mind.

Not in any rush to move, he pulled you into him, nestling his face in the rats nest atop your head. He could feel your lips curling up against his skin at this, the man chuckling. “Good morning,” he let out, voice raspy and deep with sleep.

“Good morning,” you muttered lowly. “Can we not move for a while? I hurt.”

“I’d figure,” he laughed. “I fucked you a lot last night.”

“And honestly?” you hummed. “I regret nothing.”

“That’s relieving actually. I’m glad I won’t have to be punched later to forcing you to have sex with me.”

“Never,” you laughed, struggling to look up at him. Thomas glanced down at your sleepy face, placing a soft peck to your lips. 

“So, you are going to give me a chance later right? Like, when we can finally get home?”

“I thought I made that clear when I apologized for how I’ve been treating you,” you scowled playfully, punching his chest weakly. “And you kind of fucked me a lot. You’re not leaving me dry for a while.”

“I can handle that,” he smirked, pulling you into a deeper kiss.

The steamy kiss would ahve led to a heated round of unruly morning sex if your ears hadn’t perked at the sounds outside the cave. You pulled away from a disappointed Thomas, sitting up abruptly. 

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked.

Listening carefully, you heard the faint call.

“-Mas!”

“-/N!”

“Someone is calling our names?” you asked, glancing at the man who shrugged. 

“Did someone manage to find us?” he thought aloud.

“Thomas!”

“Y/N!”

“Oh my god,” Thomas gasped, jumping to his feet and rushing to the cave entrance. “That’s Minho!”

“What?!” You exclaimed back, running after the man.

In your excitement, you both ran from the cave in search of the voices calling your names. Thomas’ hand clasped around yours to keep from getting separated, keeping you from falling over any trees or rocks. The voices grew louder as you rushed through the sea of green trees, pushing through bushes and in the mud. 

In the distance, you locked eyes with the boy calling your name - Thomas friend from the maze and the former leader of the runners. Minho’s eyes grew when he saw you both run from the bushed, calling his name. You halted in the middle of a small clearing, panting for breath.

“Thomas, Y/N,” Minho uttered softly before his eyebrows scrunched up. “Why are you guys naked?”

“Eh?” you let out, looking down at yourself. Realizing what had happened, you shrieked loudly, hugging yourself. Thomas turned to hug you, glaring back at Minho.

“Look away!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Minho called, turning around. “I don’t want to stare at your bare ass anyway!”

“Fuck you,” Thomas growled. “How did you find us anyway?”

“We’ve been searching all night. When you didn’t come back, we pulled out the small motorboat to search for you. Someone mentioned the waves had picked up, so we thought something might have happened. We found the boat wrecked on the island-”

“Wait,” you called, stopping him. “There was a motorboat?”

“Yeah,” Minho said. “It’s always in the boat we used to get here. It’s not used very often to conserve fuel and all, but it’s pretty decently sized and everything.”

“We had a motorboat, and you set us out to go fishing on a wooden rowboat?!”

Minho blinked “Ummmm…”

“I’m going to kill you, Minho!”

The former runner took off with you hot on his tail, uncaring that you were still barren to the world. Thomas sighed as he watched you chase the man around the clearing, weaving through trees before tackling the man to the ground, scarring him as you beat him up. 

“I guess I should be thankful,” Thomas told himself. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have ended up stranded here and had the night we did.”

“Thomas, help! Get her off me!”

“Can’t help, sorry,” Thomas called, turning away. “I need to go get our stuff from the cave. Plus, she hates me, remember?”

“Bullshit!”

“Take it easy on him, babe. He’s our way home!” Thomas teased, walking away.

“He dies tonight! I’m roasting Minho alive!”

“Good talk!”

“Thomas, don’t leave me with this monster! Something obviously happened and you can’t leave me like this!” Minho called, but Thomas was gone. “THOMAS!”

I’m not gonna tag anyone right now because my tag list is far too outdated and needs to be refreshed. I will figure that out... later.

[queen-scribbles]

The Long Burning Torch ch 3

Oh, look, another chapter for the 20s AU I started for the @shepherds-of-haven Summer Event, which has taken on a life of its own. In this chapter: A couple new (but familiar!) faces, and the plot thickens.

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Five minutes into Ashtown proper, Xaeryn was exceedingly grateful for the directions Mr. Syndran had provided. He hadn’t been wrong comparing the place to a warren.

“You look lost, doll.”

Her head snapped up from the paper in her hand to meet the gaze of a lanky man lounging against a wall, a soft cap slouched down over his forehead. His--very familiar--green eyes were much more vivid in person than they had been in her scry.

Xaeryn arched a brow coolly. “And what led you to that conclusion?”

He smirked and pushed away from the wall. “The way you keep checking that paper for one, Sunshine.” His hands slid in his pockets. “Also, we don’t get dames that look like you here all that often. Anything I can help you find?”

“You’re awfully helpful,” Xaeryn said, resisting the urge to run a hand down her outfit.

He doffed his cap and sketched an exaggerated bow, giving her a wink when he righted. “Consider me the Ashtown welcoming committee.”

“And what a charming first impression you make.” Xaeryn regarded him for a moment or two more, then decided to see how things would play out. “I’m trying to find Chase Trinaeste.”

The man’s eyes twinkled, bright as the scarf tossed ‘round his neck. “I think I can help with that. Right this was, Sunshine,” he said blithely, as if he wasn’t the aforementioned Trinaeste himself.

A large part of Mr. Syndran’s adamant belief Thieves guild had been involved in the theft rode on Trinaeste’s presence in her scryed vision. “He trusts his lieutenants with the vast majority of their... jobs,” Mr. Syndran had explained, nose wrinkling slightly in distaste.  “His being there shows it was a heist of high importance to their gang, fitting the theft of an artefact.” 

Xaeryn had no reason to doubt his logic. But she’d be a fool to show all the cards she held at the outset.

“My name is not ‘sunshine’,” she said briskly instead.

“Well, then, doll, what am I calling ya?” Trinaeste asked, unruffled by her tone.

“Miss Shrike will do for now, I think. And what do I call you?”

“Who says you need to call me anything?” he returned as he led her down several new streets in quick succession.

“It might come in handy if I want to commend your hospitality to Mr. Trinaeste,” she countered, trying her best to memorize their route. Left, left, right...

“I’ll get by, Miss Shrike,” Trinaeste said with a light laugh.

He was very good at dodging, she did have to give him that. “For politeness’ sake, then. Perhaps I’d feel better about following you into the depths of Ashtown if I at least knew your name.”

He laughed again, pausing by a wall decorated with a... creative interpretation of a cat’s head. “Well, then. I have a confession to make, in that case.”

“Oh?” Xaeryn marked the two brunos nearby--one down an alley, the other lounging by a door--despite their affected nonchalance. “And what would that be?”

“Chase Trinaeste at your service.” He skipped the exaggerated bow this time, instead shoving his hands in his pockets, elbows akimbo, and grinning at her cheekily. “Now that you’ve found me, what do you plan to do with me?”

“First thing that comes to mind is ask why we couldn’t have the introductions back where we first spoke?”

“Let’s say I feel safer on home turf, doll. Just in case your reason for wanting me is less fun than I’m hoping.”

She glanced significantly at one of the toughs. “And if this arrangement doesn’t thrill me?”

“You can leave,” Trinaeste said with a shrug. “We ain’t going to stop you.” His grin widened, cat-like. “But you seem the type who doesn’t like leaving empty-handed, Miss Shrike.” He gestured toward the door next to one member of their small audience. “Whatever it is you’re after, I think we’ll be more comfortable in my office, don’t you?”

She doubted he cared between the two locations as strongly as she doubted it was an actual office, but Xaeryn did have to admit some privacy for this conversation would be a good thing. “Do I strike you as the type to just follow strange men into unfamiliar buildings, Mr. Trinaeste?”

He laughed. “A dangerous question, doll. You strike strike me as the type who enjoys a good mystery.”

(Or even a bad one, Xaeryn finished wryly to herself.)

Trinaeste raised his hands in a gesture of innocence. “On my honor as head of the guild, I promise you will leave in the same condition and carrying the same things as when you got here, so long as you don’t threaten me or mine.”

“A fair deal,” she said in assent, and nodded toward the door. “After you.”

Red would have a heart attack if he knew what she was doing. She swallowed a laugh at the thought; less than a week reconnected and his reaction was one of the first things to cross her mind. Her gut said it would be a worthwhile risk. While Trinaeste was indisputably a dangerous man, there was a clear sense of ‘only when necessary’ to his skill that gave her confidence she would be fine.

“One more condition,” Trinaeste said as he led the way into the building. “Call me Chase. No idea who ‘Mr. Trinaeste’ is, but he sounds too high-class to be me.”

He’d kowtowed to her chosen address easily enough, and she did want him amenable to talking. She could grin and bear the informality for one conversation. “Very well.”

They didn’t go far from the outer door before Chase swung to the side through another doorway. Xaeryn almost tripped over the abruptness as she followed. There was no desk, or any other typical office furniture save chairs. There were five of those; loosely grouped on one side of the room. Opposite them a stack of shipping crates were shoved against a tapestry-hung wall. It was eclectic and flamboyant and (she’d just bet) full of secrets. A perfect match for the man now flopped in one of the fairly-comfortable looking chairs and grinning at her again.

“So, Miss Shrike, what did you want from me?”

(From the way his eyes twinkled, that phrasing was very much on purpose.)

Xaeryn chose her seat and her reply with equal care; the former so she could see both her host and the door, the latter to convey intent without accusing. Yet. “I’m investigating a theft and have reason to believe you may have seen something helpful.”

Chase laughed. “You think I did it.”

“You do helm the Thieves guild, Chase,” she said lightly, crossing her legs and flicking dust off her hem. So much for trying to be subtle.

“Fair point,” he conceded with another laugh, before leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees and his chin on his palms with still-twinkling eyes. “So, what is it you think we stole?”

“An artefact.”

She was interrupted before giving a description as Chase’s grin went cat-like gain and the twinkle in his eyes shifted to a hard glitter. “Syndran set you on us, didn’t he? What did he lose?”

“Mr. Syndran didn’t lose anything. Transit is a possibility for when a piece was stolen,” Xaeryn said primly. “And while, yes, he may have pointed me in your direction as an avenue of investigation, I wouldn’t be much of a detective if I followed accusations that lacked supporting evidence.”

“Ah, you’re a private dick,” Chase smirked, eyes once again twinkling in amusement. “Tell you what, Miss Shrike, since you bein’ here is bountiful evidence Riel’s people not only dropped the ball, but bad enough he doesn’t want to involve the cops, I’ll tell you whatever you need to help. That being the best news I’ve had this week and all.”

She arched a brow. “Whatever I need?”

He spread his hands. “I’m an open book, doll.”

“Chase!” a new voice scolded. The owner, a slender brunette, paused in the doorway to scowl along with her critique. “You know better than to offer open season on guild secrets like that!”

“Calm down, Ari.” Chase slouched back, waving one hand in Xaeryn’s direction. “Our guest seems a smart enough dame to not ask for more than she needs.” That glimpse of danger was back under the last word.

“I’m not after your secrets,” Xaeryn promised. “Just trying to find a missing artefact.”

“And what artefact would that be?” Ari asked, still wary, and still poised in the doorway. Xaeryn noted but didn’t comment on the jangling stack of bracelets that sheathed a good three inches of the other woman’s wrist.

“A pendent, this big.” she indicated the size. “Black stone and bronze.”

“Wasn’t us,” Chase said easily.

“You were witnessed along the transport caravan’ route.”

“Oh, we were casing it,” he acknowledged with a wink.

“Chase!”

He just grinned at Ari’s beratement. “We didn’t steal anything, though. Couldn’t get a good shot at what we were supposed to nick.”

“Supposed to?” Xaeryn interjected. “So this is something you were contracted to steal rather than...” She waffled a moment over word choice, “...personal?”

“Yeah. Like I said, though, we didn’t get anything.” Chase shrugged. “Just as well; our butter and egg man never showed his face after.”

“Hm.” Xaeryn made a mental note to look into how popular a target the caravan had become. “Did you notice anyone else who seemed to be casing it? Aside from your people?”

“N-” Chase’s brow furrowed and he stopped mid-negative reply. “There was that one mug Kato saw right before the trucks made the museum lot. Don’t have anything more than ‘foreign-looking’ and green hair, and he didn’t see where he went, just was a little too casual in his loitering, gave Kato an odd impression.”

It wasn’t a lead solid enough for her to really follow, but it did seem confirmation multiple parties were interested in the caravan. “I see. And what was your... client after?”

“That’s not something you need to know,” Ari said firmly.

“Knowing what else was and might yet be targeted will help my investigation, so I would have to disagree,” Xaeryn said just as firmly. “I’m not going to rat you out, in fact I plan to tell Mr. Syndran you were not responsible. But this information could be useful. Please.”

“A necklace. Gold, rubies, opals; sounded worth a pretty lyss,” Chase said, turning to flash a grin at Ari. “She did say please.”

Ari sighed but didn’t protest.

“Alright I’ll be getting out of your hair, then.” Xaeryn stood, smoothing her skirt. “I appreciate your talking to me, It was enlightening.”

She held out a hand to shake, and Chase kissed the back of it instead, shooting her a wink as she rolled her eyes. “Not a problem, Miss Shrike. Good luck catching your bad guys.”

Xaeryn couldn’t help a small chuckle at the comment as she withdrew her hand and headed for the door. She half-expected to be blocked from exiting, but that proved unfounded. She retraced the route to the edge of the Ashtown district, then headed for her office to call Mr. Syndran just as it started to rain.

---

Her call to update Mr. Syndran went about as well as it could; he was disappointed Thieves guild hadn’t panned out as a lead--Xaeryn detected some personal disappointment as well as professional they weren’t responsible. “Do you have anything beyond their word they didn’t do it?”

“No,” Xaeryn said, leaning forward over her desk to skim her notes as they talked. ���Well... their word and a gut feeling they were being level.” Which is all I really have that you aren’t responsible. She was polite--and wise--enough to not make the comparison. “They were hardly going to let me search their warehouse.”

“So what’s your next step? There’s not long until the exhibit opens, and I dislike the number of dead ends you’ve encountered.”

“Oh, I’m not happy about them, either, believe me.” Xaeryn pursed her lips and fought to keep a sharp note out of her voice at his implied censure. “Next is talking to the curator at the Hall. They may have seen this green-haired foreigner Thieves guild mentioned, or something else suspicious that didn’t show when I scryed. Either way, I can get more information about the exhibit and the pendent’s owner.”

Mr. Syndran sighed. “I highly doubt this convenient and vague ‘foreigner’ exists as anything other than a red herring to lead you away from the Thieves guild, but your other goals are sound. Let me know what you learn, if anything.”

“Of course.” They exchanged farewells and hung up. Rain still pattered against the window, and a quiet growl from her stomach reminded Xaeryn she was overdue for lunch, so she bumped back calling the Hall in favor of a quick bite to eat.

And it was quick; she loved mysteries but hated being stymied at every turn like this case had done. She wanted a workable lead. While she agreed with Mr. Syndran the ‘foreigner’ was too vague to pursue on his own, green hair was far from common in Haven, even in the Mage community. If someone else made mention or he was spotted later, it wouldn’t be hard to connect the sightings. For now, she’d call the museum, speak to the curator. Hopefully that would get her somewhere.

The secretary who answered her call sounded both bored and frazzled, which Xaeryn found impressive. “Haven Hall of History and Culture, how may I help you?”

“My name’s Xaeryn Shrike, I wanted to speak to the curator about-”

“Ms. Acquell is very busy,” the receptionist cut her off. “We have an exhibit opening in just over a week, she doesn’t have time for meetings with random curiosity seekers or history aficionados right now.”

Xaeryn let a bit of edge color her voice. “I’m a private detective Mr. Syndran hired in regard to the artefact caravan.”

A long pause, the line crackling with silence, then, “Can you be here in half an hour? I’m sure she can clear some space in her schedule, though there may be  bit of a wait.”

I thought you might say that. “I can. Thank you.”

“Very well.” The secretary hung up.

Xaeryn arched a brow at the receiver before she placed it back in the cradle.  “See you shortly,” she muttered. Wonderful attitude for someone in such a socially involved position. She glanced out the window and was gratified to find the rain slacking off. She’d still drive, of course, but it would be less of a headache.

Xaeryn cleaned up from her lunch, gave her outfit a quick check to ensure it was still presentable after her visit to Ashtown and the Merchants Guild garage, and tucked her notepad back in her handbag before tugging on a hat and heading out the door. 

The drive to the museum was uneventful aside from a couple pot holes and a pedestrian chasing his umbrella into the street with nary a regard for traffic. Still, Xaeryn did arrive in one piece. A determined breeze tugged at her as she made her way up the steps, and she almost dropped her handbag in her instinctive grab to hold her hat on.

It’s pinned, you silly goose, she chided herself ruefully, and brushed drizzle off her clothes as she stepped inside. She exchanged a brief conversation--light on pleasantries--with the receptionist,and was waved toward one of the long cultural wings to wait for when Curator Acquell found a moment to speak with her. She perched on a bench that sat between a statue of the first High Augar and a glass case displaying a map of the known world at the time. At this hour and with this weather, there weren’t many other people, and the gallery was mostly quiet.

Ample opportunity for Xaeryn to ruminate on the irony her chosen seat appeared to be smack in the middle of an exhibit on the Castigation, or one of the uprisings that followed. At least, if the painting across from her was anything to go by; a group of determined Norms gripping pistols as they surrounded a cluster of bloodied but unyielding Hunters whose hands glowed with grace as they clung to their weapons...

Xaeryn shook her head and very deliberately focused on reading her notes.

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It took half an hour--closer to three-quarters--and Xaeryn had switched to roaming the gallery to take in the sights before a short, bespectacled blonde approached.

She hesitated briefly but noticeably before clearing her throat. “Are you... Miss Shrike?”

Xaeryn nodded and held out a hand to shake. “And you would be the curator?”

The blonde bobbed her head as she shook her hand. “Shery Acquell. I’m so very sorry about the wait.” She smoothed a hand down her rumpled brown and pink dress. “We’re terribly busy trying to get the new exhibit together.” She bit her lip. “Or, as together as we can get it, at least.”

“That’s actually what I’m here to talk to you about,” Xaeryn said. “But I think it’s something better discussed away from potential prying eyes and ears.”

“Oh, right, of course.” Miss Acquell briefly clasped her hands in front of her and bit her lip. “This way.” She gestured to a door. “We can speak in the Cultures of Blest wing if you don’t mind dodging crates and museum staff?”

“Not at all,” Xaeryn said as she followed the other woman through the indicated door. Getting to see behind the scenes of a museum exhibit was the opposite of an inconvenience, to her mind.

“It’s not terribly exciting, I’m afraid; lots of boxes and dust and swapping things around until you find the right arrangement. But I think we can find somewhere to talk. My office is a mess right now, or we could just go there.”

“It’s fine,” Xaeryn assured her. “A little dust won’t kill me. I dress practical for that very reason; no telling where an investigation will take me.”

“OH, that’s... smart.” Miss Acquell fiddled with her glasses and inclined her head toward an empty display pedestal. “That’s where the pendent will go, assuming it’s back before the exhibit opens.” Her face went red and she winced apologetically. “N-Not that I doubt your skill as a detective, Miss Shrike, it just seems to have vanished into thin air, and, well....” She half shrugged and let the words trail off.

“I’ve definitely hit enough dead ends for the comparison to be apt,” Xaeryn said, swallowing the spike of defensiveness to keep her tone level as she peeked at the other artefacts in the case. A belt with a snake-head buckle, a silver circlet set with a single moonstone, an ornately carved hair comb, a silver ring that resembled a basilisk eating its own tail. At least one item hummed quietly with magic of some kind, but enchantment and binding weren’t her forte, so Xaeryn couldn’t tell which. “So, to confirm, how long did the shipment sit before you and your staff started opening crates?”

“Oh, an hour?” Miss Acquell bit her lip. “Maybe two, at most? There was a... small kerfuffle in the art wing; some unruly children, and we didn’t get to the crates until that was settled. But there was a watchman outside and one in the museum, neither of them reported seeing anyone.” She played with her necklace. “As well as a Whitestone Couriers representative. Pink-haired young lady, very irate by the time I spoke to her, though that is understandable, with how long we kept her waiting.”

“Did you not have enough staff for someone to take care of the artefacts while others handled the... disturbance?”

“Normally we would have.” Miss Acquell stepped into a small alcove to move their conversation out of the way for the six or so staffers busily yet carefully removing things from crates to arrange in various displays. “But it was a lightly staffed day--Thursdays are usually slow--and I had a couple people who didn’t come in. We weren’t able to find anyone who could cover their shifts, so we were running a bit short.”

With Ms. Aerin keeping an eye on the artefacts once they reached the museum, it was no wonder Mr. Syndran was so convinced a potential theft would have occurred during transit. “What do you know about the pendent, Solimer’s torch? I’ve learn some things of its history, but what of more recent years? The last century or so?”

“A little,” Miss Acquell said, flicking a nervous glance to the side as a pair of workers fumbled the statue they were shifting. “The last century is a bit... muddy for that pendent. It’s changed hands several times, several people have made claims, few have been able to back them up. The current owner, Ms. Aescar, has the strongest claim. She can trace ancestry to the last known owner of the pendent.”

“Prior to the cheiftain of debated identity with whom it was rediscovered?”

She nodded. “Yes. The others who have tried to stake ownership claim ties to the debated chieftain, or the original tribe, or the first to conquer them, but none have ever clearly proven a connection like Ms. Aescar. And if they could, it turns into a debate predicated largely on the intricacies of right of conquest for who has the strongest claim.” She hesitated, wrung her hands. “There are some in the historical community--niche as this piece may be--who... feel it would almost be better if no further claims are validated. I-If someone can contest Ms. Aescar’s ownership, the pendent has to go in a vault until true provenance can be determined. Which means no one can display it....”

“And that process can take a very long time,” Xaeryn finished for her. It was an issue she’d run into a couple times during her years at Solhadur; an artefact she was researching was hard to get clear information about because three people had equally strong claims and it was tied up in the arbitration.

“Yes, it can.” Miss Acquell pursed her lips and looked back at the intended display. “For now, though, Ms. Aescar has a very open policy for lending it out. Far fewer requested protective measures than most. It’s as if...” she paused, brow furrowing for a moment, “as if she doesn’t really care what happens to it.”

Interesting. “Do you have her contact information? I’d like to speak with her if I could,”

“I do.” Miss Acquell nodded vigorously. “It’s in my office, so I’ll need a minute to dig it out.”

“No hurry,” Xaeryn said. “Are those watchmen here today by any chance? Accommodating as your staff has been with my other earlier inquiries, I haven’t gotten to talk to them yet.”

The curator, who had started for a nearby hall, paused and bit her lip again as she thought. “Theo is,” she finally said. “He was watching the outside lot that day. Today I think he’s in the exhibit on Norm innovation? But I can’t remember for sure. The schedule’s also in my office, I can check while I’m getting Ms. Aescar’s information.”

“Alright, I can wait.”

“Feel free to look around.” Miss Acquell waved a hand toward the progressing displays. “Just don’t touch anything? Some things would survive, but others are too fragile.”

“I generally avoid disturbing museum exhibits,” Xaeryn assured her. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.” 

With a final nod and small nervous smile, Miss Acquell scurried off down the hall. From the way she’d talked about her office, Xaeryn gathered this might take more than a few minutes. She wandered through the half-assembled exhibits and display cases, careful to keep enough distance she didn’t disturb the staff or risk damaging anything.

A small smile curved her lips when she caught sight of a necklace--complete with matching cuff bracelets and a diadem--that fit the description of what Chase claimed his guild had been hired to steal. That backed his story up, at least. There was a placard declaring they had belonged to a Queen-Consort from Karzai once upon a time.

Xaeryn was engrossed in reading a Kettish tablet when Miss Acquell returned, and it took a moment to register her presence. In fact, it wasn’t until the curator cleared her throat timidly that Xaeryn’s focus was broken and she swung around.

“Sorry. This sort of thing is a passion of mine,” she explained. “Very easy to slip off to my own little world when I get a chance to indulge.”

“I understand,” Miss Acquell said with a faint smile. “I can be the same, when I get lost in my work. Here’s Ms. Aescar’s information” --she held out a small piece of note paper--”though I should warn you it’s for her estate out near the Jalis desert and she’s apparently not home much? Bit of an adventuress, away for weeks at a time without word of how long she’ll be gone. I’m honestly not sure if we’ve managed to contact her yet to tell her the pendent’s missing.”

“Thanks for the warning, both of them.” Xaeryn slipped the paper in her handbag after checking the legibility. “I’ll keep them in mind.”

“Theo is up in the innovations exhibit, if you want to speak with him.”

“Oh, I very much do. And if something comes up and I need to talk to you again, do you have daily office hours?”

Miss Acquell nodded, then blushed. “Oh, except... except Sunday,” she amended. “I-I have church.”

“Won’t be a problem, so do I.” Normally not a detail Xaeryn shared with strangers, but the woman seemed braced for blowback to the statement.

Her face lit up with the revelation, so it was apparently a good call. “Oh, really? Where do you go?”

“The Whitestone Cathedral,” Xaeryn said. She liked the crowds, the ability to simply sit in the back, worship, and slip out before too many people even noticed she was there and tried to be chummy.

“Oh, that one’s too big for me,” Miss Acquell blurted with a bashful laugh. “I go to the chapel over by the docks.”

“I know it,” Xaeryn said with a nod. She’d had a couple cases over that way.  “Thank you very much for all your help, Miss Acquell. This visit has been very informative.”

“I’m glad to have been of help, and you can just call me Shery.” She held out a hand to shake farewell.

“Goodbye, then, Shery. And good luck setting up your exhibit.” Xaeryn shook her hand then headed off following signage toward the exhibit where this guard Theo was posted. She had some rather burning questions to ask him.

---

Her conversation with Theo held mixed success. His memory was fuzzy, which Xaeryn had expected after the time that had passed. He did remember some loiterers, but they were all far enough away from the lot he couldn’t discern features. One or two may have come across as “too casual” with hindsight, but he hadn’t clocked them as suspicious and thus hadn’t paid much mind in the moment. No accounting for street hooligans and how they spent their time, right? One might have had green hair, but they were wearing hats, and “like I said, I wasn’t payin’ much heed, Miss Lady Detective,” so he couldn’t swear by it.

With that tenuous connection possibly made slightly less tenuous, and a much-increased desire to speak with the elusive Ms. Aescar, Xaeryn wandered the museum a bit--might as well; she was here and it would help her think--before heading back out to her car.

“Ladies first,” a dark haired gentleman said, holding the front door open for her and allowing her to precede him down the steps.

Xaeryn nodded and flashed a brief smile of courteous thanks for his chivalry, noting he headed for a gleaming, high-end motorcar, black with red accents, that made hers look dingy.  Bet it’s a nightmare to keep that fancy, she thought, paying the man no further mind. She started her car and flicked on the headlights to counter the settling dim of evening as she pulled away.

With her thoughts split between the road and mulling over the case, it took a few turns for her to notice a pair of headlights that appeared to be following the same route she was. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but the fact they were deliberately keeping back was. Tricky as surreptitious glances in a motorcar could be, Xaeryn managed one the next time she had to stop for traffic. Just as her... friend passed under a streetlight.

Black car, with red accents.

Gooseflesh prickled up her arms, and she shifted her planned route home to one with sparse enough traffic covert pursuit would be impossible. Two turns into the new path, her tail must have picked up on her plan and lammed off down a side street. Xaeryn wondered if he thought he was being subtle, and kept a careful eye out the rest of the way back. Despite not seeing any further tails, she remained on guard until she turned the key in her office door, slipped in, and locked it behind her.

“Intriguing development,” she murmured to the empty room as she unpinned her hat. And an interesting end to a very full day. Xaeryn sat wearily at her desk and kicked off her shoes. Even choosing comfort over style, her feet were sore from all the walking. Merchants’ Guild, Ashtown, the Hall... and barely a chance to sit all day. She returned her notepad to the desk drawer and locked it again, but left the stiletto blade in her handbag. She’d likely need it tomorrow anyway. Particularly if it was anywhere near as busy as today.

Busy enough to have missed any telephone calls that came while I was gadding about. Normally while already on a case, that would bother her less, but Red had said he’d call if he learned anything new. She’d hate to be missing information that could help the case, she mused, flicking a glance from the telephone to the clock on her wall. Hopefully this wasn’t too late for her to call him. She dug her notepad back out and flipped through the pages until she reached the section in Red’s sprawling shorthand. There, on the back of a previous page, tucked in the corner like a random doodle, was his office telephone number. Xaeryn smiled at the close resemblance of his eights and zeroes, but knew her own ones and sevens weren’t much better.

After only a brief moment of further hesitation, she pulled the telephone closer and started dialing. It wasn’t that late.

It was answered on the third ring, a slightly breathless, “Hello?”

“Liefred?”

“Xaeryn.” There was a note of surprise in his voice.

“Got it in one, smart man.” But I knew that.

He laughed. “Not that hard; you’re just about the only one who insists on calling me that, even if you don’t need to.” There was a small creak that conjured mental images of him leaning against the desk or slouched in his chair.  “Everything alright? Did you need something?”

“Other way ‘round, actually.” Xaeryn fiddled with her notepad. “I’ve had a busy day and it occurred I wasn’t here much if you’d called, so I thought I’d check.”

“There are these people called secretaries, Xaeryn,” Red teased. “You might look into hiring one of them.”

“I know, I know.” She snorted softly. “Especially since most people don’t have your genial reaction to me missing their calls...”

“Most people haven’t known you since you were a gangly fourteen year old trying to cram yourself in the library loft to read in peace, either,” he said warmly. “I know how focused you get. And nothing new, I’m afraid. I got stuck lecturing first-years all day.”

“And you survived,” Xaeryn laughed, curling her toes in and out when they started to cramp.  

“Barely,” Red said with a rueful laugh(she’d bet he was running a hand through his hair). “And that despite their best efforts.”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to stick around,” she said, only half-joking.

“Smart woman,” he deadpanned. “But I knew that already.”

Flatterer. It sounded coy and thus stayed in her head, replaced with an equally joking, “I won’t guest lecture, before you ask.”

“Damn,” he said lightly, “At any rate, I’m sorry I don’t have more yet-”

“Don’t apologize,” she cut him off. “I wasn’t expecting anything. Only checking. Just in case. Your responsibilities come first and they kept you busy today. I had plenty of other leads to chase today.”

“Where did they take you?” Red asked. “You mentioned being busy...”

“Merchants’ Guild to start. Then Ashtown-”

“Xaeryn.” His voice was already bristling worry.

“--to talk to Thieves’ guild.”

“Alone?! Ryn-” Red huffed a sigh of exasperated, retroactive concern and she bit back a laugh at how well she’d pegged his reaction. “Do you... take risks like that often?”

“Only when I need to,” she said carefully. Wouldn’t be mentioning the tail on her way home, then. “I know how to handle myself, Liefred. I was polite, we talked, I left. It was fine.”

A long moment of silence. “If you say so.” He didn’t sound completely convinced. (She decided not to tell him her office-apartment sat right by the boundary between Astown and Smoketown) “What else?”

“Just the Hall of History and Culture to speak with the curator.” She shifted in her chair. “That one took a while, but I got some good information to follow up tomorrow.”

“Best of luck with that, and... be careful?”

Xaeryn smiled fondly, unsure whether or not to hope it carried into her voice. “As I can be.” A beat, then she added lightly, “I’d hate to wind up a cautionary tale in one of your lectures, Headmaster.”

“Xaeryn.” She could practically see him trying to glower at her(and failing; Red couldn’t be that mean) through the telephone. “I’m serious.”

“I know.” And I appreciate it. She sobered her tone to match his. “But my line of work comes with risks sometimes.The best I can do is promise not to exacerbate them.”

“I’ll take it,” Red said softly, then was quiet a long moment. “I should let you go; it sounds like you have another busy day tomorrow?”

“I do.” She’d still stay up til midnight talking to him in a heartbeat, but, “and you probably need to recover from this one.”

“Mm. I get to do it again tomorrow, too,” he said glibly.

Xaeryn laughed. “I’ll keep you in my thoughts,” she said with mock solemnity  “Good luck to you, as well, in that case.”

“Thank you, I’ll need it,” Red chuckled softly. “Goodnight, Xaeryn.”

“Goodnight, Liefred.”

She stared at the telephone a long moment after hanging up, smile curling her lips, before pushing out of the chair. After a day like this, she needed dinner, a hot bath, and a good night’s sleep. In that order.

She still double checked the door was locked before turning in.

----

(what you don’t see, bc I stuck with Ryn POV, is Pan was in Red’s office with him when she called. :3 Cue Pan promptly batting his eyelashes, making exaggerated lovestruck faces, and generally being a little shit bc He Knows, while Red’s gesturing for Pan to GET OUT of his office. and trying to get him to listen without actually talking so Ryn doesn’t know someone’s there(he doesn’t know why he doesn’t want her knowing that, he just doesn’t). Pan finally relents but hangs in the hallway til they’re done and comes back in with the biggest shit-eating grin “You’re still stuck on her, aren’t you?” Red, groaning and burying his face in his hands: “Pan, close your head, PLEASE. yes”)

[moo-nstone]

eva? can u do placement for they role in school

as in, what are their roles in school? i don’t know but i suppose i could do my experience with the signs in school 

so i was the capricorn who never studied but got the best grades and teachers either loved me or hated me for that. i was also really bad at paying attention, i did a lot of shit in the middle of classes but when it was the classes i loved which were history and philosophy i paid a lot of attention and was very participative in the classes, i was the annoying teachers’ pet on those classes LMFAO bitches hated me because i treated those two teachers like they were my mothers. 

aquarius people were the most entertaining in class. there were two twins who who were aquariuses and they were absolute geniuses but they didn’t care for school at all, like me they were just nailing it somehow without studying and they would do the most preposterous shit and get away with it. as in, start screaming in the middle of class, getting into fights, insult the teachers but they somehow got away with it because everyone viewed them as angels. 

when i got into highschool, in the first class of philosophy i was so drawn to this aquarius girl that we immediately plotted to fake me being sick and she pretended to take me to the infirmary to help me but we just spent the next hour talking about random shit. we got very close after that and we kept plotting our way through highschool 

come to think of it, i had sexual tension with a lot of aquariuses i don’t know what it was but every time i befriended one, the whole school thought we were dating. this one time there was this aquarius man i was close to and we started pretending we were cousins while he grabbed my ass and everyone got TERRIFIED of us the rumours immediately stopped LMFAO 

sagittarius were.... the worst influences. i had no hope of paying attention when they were close to me lmfao they would persuade me into the worst shit and i did it in the name of entertainment. in our first class together in highschool, the teacher got so pissed she was like “if anyone wants to leave they’re free to, i won’t mark you as absent” and this sag girl just smirked at me and next thing i know we’re walking out the class with the teacher super :0 bc she didn’t expect anyone to leave and we thought we were bad bitches for doing that. we weren’t, that’s so disrespectful. spoiler alert, that teacher made our life living hell for the next year. eventually i made the teacher fall in love with me and she ended up giving me a grading much higher than i deserved. anyway me and the girl would start doing instagram livestreams during class, start napping together, skip class to go visit other highschools and doing dumb shit and yes, sags are so fun to be around but they’re way too fun i get carried away easily 

aries were..... my enemies. i didn’t really care for grades at all but i swear they awoke my most vicious competitive skills. me and this aries man became best friends and wouldn’t leave the other’s side but we would constantly get into competitions to see who was best. we had a love-hate thing going. we would nit-pick at each other a lot but whenever the teachers would separate us from each other we would get separation anxiety and start doing facetime calls during class trying not to get caught by the teacher 

scorpios were my ride or dies! even when me and my bestie got into different courses in highschool, we would always be there for each other. i’ll always remember this one time where i got out of a geometry test and i SUCKED at geometry and i was pretty sure i was going to fail, and she was on the bathroom pooping and i just entered the bathroom and i was crying on the floor holding her hand while she pooped and cried from stomach pain. that’s my energy with scorpios right there and why i want to marry one 

geminis were either the worst or best bitches i’ve ever met! there was this girl who immediately liked me and adopted me, she was really popular but as soon as her friends started liking me she shunned me out, started spreading rumours around that i was a whore who made out with someone else on every class break (i was a virgin. now im a whore but that’s a different story) and put a whole school against me. it was weird because she hated me but couldn’t live without giving me attention, she wouldn’t ever stop talking about me. with my pisces mars ass you know i didnt openly confront her, i started wishing bad things on her and watched her life crumble into pieces. but now im not proud of that 

but there were also some really amazing geminis, particularly the ones with gemini mercuries, we’d always have so much in common and have the best most stimulating conversations. we also tended to have friendships where we were very protective of each other 

libras were oddly territorial with me i dont know whats up with that, perhaps it’s because of my descendant in libra but they barely knew me yet swore to protect me and defend me from anyone who tried fucking with me. one of them just stopped me in the highway to tell me “every time i look at you i feel like life’s worth living”. they tended to be the typical charming fuckboys with a drug addiction, having conversations with them would always be somewhat uncomfortable because they were very big on psychoanalysis and im very big on remaining unknown. they had anger issues for days, but they had a sort of family feel to them 

okay rn im sleepy so i’ll end it here 

[astroismypassion]

Hello 👋 How is the physical aspect of each rising sign?

Hello! *waving enthusiastically back* 👋🏻

Here’s a very straight-forward comprehensive guide to Rising/Ascendant signs!

It’s purely based on my experience and what I noted. It also may vary.

ARIES RISING

❤️ straight brows

❤️ feline eyes much like Leo, but more strong, robust and combative

❤️ probably there is a more dark feature, like darker skin complex, hair colour, brows

❤️ very prominent and strong brows

❤️ forehead may stand out or be prominent

❤️ nice jawline fam 💖

TAURUS RISING

💖 button nose

💖 elegant features, classic beauties

💖 oval face

💖 there might be roundness in their facial features

💖 heart shaped lips like Libra Risings

GEMINI RISING

💛 it’s the round forehead, similar to Virgo Risings

💛 there are two smaller feature on their face, either very small ears, small nose etc.

💛 deep in thought look

💛 might have squinty eyes, but look at the sparkle in them🌟

CANCER RISING

🌚 very round chin

🌚 in fact the whole lower side of their face is more rounded, the chin is not prominent

🌚 can have big, round eyes that look welcoming

🌚 might look stresed out because they are emotionally drained (or drank too much caffeine)

🌚 can have lighter skin like Libra Risings

LEO RISING

💛 feline eyes

💛 very seductive, alluring eye contact with them, I call them eyes charmers

💛 did I alread mention they ooze charm??

💛 charming, charismatic mothercrackers

VIRGO RISING

🤍 it’s either the forehead or analytical nose (very straight nose)

🤍 very clean pale skin

🤍 can have freckles

🤍 look like they smell good 🌸

🤍 great taste in deodorant, perfume, cologne or body lotion

LIBRA RISING

💗 the typically conventionally considered attractive people

💗 symmetric facial features

💗 might have lighter, more pale skin

💗 heart shaped lips

💗 small pouty lips, big sparkling eyes

💗 prominent cheeks, full round cheeks

SCORPIO RISING

💗 it’s the nose (hawk like)

💗 dark underbags

💗 a lot of beauty marks on face, it’s like a constellation of them

💗 similar and can be easily mistaken for Aries Risings, because of darker hair and strong brows. But they are far more calculating and deliberate in movements, action and speech

💗 prominent forehead bone

💗 might look sad, angry, annoyed or worried

SAGITTARIUS RISING

🧡 bright, child-like aura and care free attitude

🧡 either would laugh the loudest out of the friend group or very serious, there’s no inbetween

🧡 the one to constantly make laughing noises to fill in the silence or to laugh just to break the awkward silence

🧡 The ones to keep telling you they were just joking

🧡 Have you heard their latest new opinions??

🧡 bouncing in between two moods: 1. very grateful for everything in their life 2. or constantly complaing about the harsh cold facts about “the reality” of life.

CAPRICORN RISING

❤️ Similar to Scorpio Risings in attitude

❤️ doesn’t talk about themselves much, hard to open up

❤️ when they do open up, it’s probably about their accomplishments or what they are currently working on

❤️ probably gets blamed for shit they didn’t do or aren’t responsible for

❤️ social status climbers

❤️ amazing bone structure

❤️ usually bone-y small noses

AQUARIUS RISING

💚 the eyes are soo wide apart

💚 there’s at least one feature on their face that is out of proportion with the rest of them

💚 their style is like no other💖

💚 naturally looks spaced out or deep in thought (sometimes both at the same time)

💚 you feel like they are not physically present when you are talking to them and they probaby look like they are somewhere else too

PISCES RISING

💙 soft features

💙watery, dreamy eyes (might be blue or greyish or even green)

💙 well you can’t really decode which colour are their eyes, it’s a mystery✨

💙 can be similar to Cancer Rising in features

💙 big fucking lips, they usually have some very kissable lips

Any planet in the first house or aspecting Rising sign can alter the physical appearance and impression of the typical Rising sign.

P.S.: Sorry if I’m being too straight-forward in my written word. It’s rather late when I’m writing this and I’m getting a bit sleepy.