#color grading also turned out weird for some reason

[ghostgirl-22]

i think art identifies as totally 100% straight but squirms whenever he gets the slightest bit of male attention, and patrick is just waiting for the realization to hit him (and maybe trying to help him realize it, in his own way)

Poor baby— he’s so lost <3

CW:18+

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Art thinks he’s straight and that’s fine. Patrick’s not gonna argue his sexuality with him. He sees things in black and white. In his mind there’s straight and there’s gay and that’s it. They’re lying in bed one night watching a gay episode of Date My Mom on MTV and Art’s made up his mind. “I couldn’t even imagine it honestly, I’m just so attracted to women,” he explains matter of factly. As if one negates the other.

Patrick’s actually coming around to the fact that he, himself, probably likes both.

One too many nights spent jerking it while thinking about Art stepping out of the foggy bathroom, towel sitting low on his glistening waist, wet curls in his eyes. Art bent over in front of him on the tennis court while they’re in the middle of a doubles match. Art sitting across from him on his bed, legs spread wide, skin flushed, hands shoved down his pants moaning while they watch the Mummy on TV and perv over Rachel Weisz (and Patrick secretly on Brandon Fraser). Either way he’s starting to realize he likes at least one boy. A lot.

The reason he thinks Art is a repressed little liar is because of how squirmy he gets when boys flirt with him. Boarding school is so weird. They’re with boys all the time. The girls dorms are on the other side of the school and there’s something about being all cooped up together, sweaty and close, hormones going crazy that’s led to some… experimentation.

And plenty of boys want to experiment with Art. He’s blue eyed, easy to blush, long brown lashes, pretty smile, and the perfect little slutty waist. Of course he gets all kinds of male attention and he absolutely falls apart every time.

The flirting could be a little or a lot. It doesn’t matter… Art gets silly for it. Little compliments and he’s sitting on his hands, grinning too much. A bit of teasing and flirting and he’s giggling when things aren’t even funny. Fucking giggling.

Patrick’s present for a lot of it. Boys teasing him during gym class snapping at his waistband, the kind of immature grade school teasing like pulling on a girls braids repeatedly because you just want her to notice you. All that before they start calling him pretty boy and asking what color his underwear is and he really gets antsy. Then by the end of class there’s Art, cheeks pink, eyes bright. And he’s letting them take turns looking down his pants to see the color for themselves.

The little games of footsie with Sammy Kline under the table in the cafeteria. Art acting like it’s not flirting but they’re going back and forth all period, exchanging glances. Art’s all antsy, sucking on his spoon by the time lunch is over. And Patrick accidentally walks in on Sammy touching himself in an empty bathroom right after.

Or when Art is play wrestling with Jamal Butler after practice and he squeezes Art’s thigh just under his knee because he’s so ticklish there and Art is giggling and kicking and whining “stop it.” Breathless and airy, his weight settled on Jamal’s chest. Patrick tightened his grip on his phone, thinking Jamal would try to kiss him but Art pushed him down and grinned all flushed. “I beat you.”

Jamal playfully messes with Arts hair when they get to their feet and Patrick notices the way Art shivers for it. When Jamal leaves to get dressed Patrick is also aware when Art needs to adjust himself, just the slightest bit.

Art’s not just oblivious to the fact that what they’re doing is flirting, he’s oblivious to his own flirting.

He doesn’t think it’s flirting when he lets boys give him little things. An extra orange juice at breakfast. (“Please, can I have it? I’m still really, really thirsty.”) A candy bar from the vending machine. (“I’ll marry you if you get me a snickers right now.”) A hoodie to wear if he’s cold while they sit in the stands waiting for their match to start. (“I love you so much, I can’t believe I forgot mine.”) He’s always soft and tentative when he asks as if he can’t have whatever he fucking wants. As if boys don’t fall all over themselves for him.

Patrick’s probably in that category of flirting, giving Art everything… taking Art’s everything. Sharing cigarettes, drinks, food, clothes, a bed… everything he can.

Patrick’s actually obsessed with it. Can’t stop jerking himself off thinking about the ways Art gets all flustered around boys. Wiggling in his chair, bouncing his leg, wetting his lips, chewing on his thumb, on his clothes, on his pen… needs to put something in his mouth. These anxious little ticks. Art can’t name the feelings he’s feeling but Patrick knows what they are. They share the bedroom, he can hear it when Art’s touching. Knows he’s not really thinking about his girlfriend.

It’s with Patrick that boundaries consistently blur. Like the day when Jamal didn’t kiss him and his girlfriend was out of town and he’s crawling into Patrick’s bed asking him for help to practice so he can kiss her better. As if they don’t both know better.

And god forbid if Patrick points any of this out, or ever asks him about his behaviour. Art would laugh it off. He’d say Patrick is exaggerating and that those boys are just being friendly, they don’t want him. Besides it makes no sense because he has a girlfriend. But he’s still stuck in black and white… doesn’t really see all the colors of the rainbow yet.

Patrick finds it all amusing…one day it’ll hit him like a ton of bricks, like when he discovered it was okay to like both Nsync and the Backstreet Boys at the same time. Not that he’d ever really admit that he likes either but that’s a whole different story.

Patricks gonna be there to kiss him on that day too.

(Idk i wrote this on the clock I fear…sorry if it’s all a mess…but so is Art 😅)

[holographqq]

STUPID LOUBILL DRABBLE WHATT

Except not really. Just some stuff explained via Bill internal dialogue, @poorlycuratedsharkcake's Max Riley (lou's canon best of best friends) mentioned in tandem with her. First solo loubill work aside from bro and I's 80+ page google doc rp so yaayayayay also tw use of the word dyke bc its bill

Bill’s mom pissed him the fuck off. Really pissed him off. Made him angry to the point that he had decided to take Max and Lou up on that offer they’d made offhandedly about coming to stay a night at their shitty-ass apartment. They had gotten it at 17 to get out of their houses, each for some respective reason Bill was too mad to recall. He hadn’t asked, anyway. The cold night air bit at his acne-scarred face as he trooped along the frigid sidewalks of residential Eltingville, following his memory as best he could from his house to theirs.

It was good for meetings, Bill had speculated. No parents or annoying siblings to worry about when they got rowdy, other than one or both of the girls telling them to shut the fuck up or getting a noise complaint from next door. None of the guys cared very much about that. It was weird, Bill thought, repositioning the duffle bag of clothes he’d packed together, that the first time he was finally sneaking out to see a girl, it wasn’t for sex. That’s how it always was in the movies. He had hoped his senior year of high school, the big 18, would be a lot cooler. Nothing was very different than it had been since they were kids. That thought by itself quieted his frustration, replacing the sour feeling in his stomach with something sunken and depressive. He was an adult, he should’ve had a ton of girlfriends by now. A harem of ladies with size zero waists and beehive ‘do’s and bright lips. He guessed life was, in turn, about settling.

He came to a crossroads with little to no traffic in the late hour of the night. Was it left, or was it right? Irritated, he forced himself out of his growing melancholy to think. The gas station, where was it? He knew the apartment complex was right behind it. He points loosely with his finger, mouthing the names of the buildings along the street to his right, recalling what led where, before stuffing his hand back in his pocket and moving on. He remembered now. The club went to get snacks together last week before the meeting at that gas station, and distantly, he could see the very top of the sign, hardly making out the word ‘diesel’. His breath fogged before him as he jogged across the crosswalk, and once he was back on the lighter-colored pavement, he resumed his stiff and frigid powerwalk.

With the absence of distraction came the presentness of his current misery. His fight with his mom was the whole reason he was braving the elements to go sleep on a springy old sofa under a too-hot blanket under a water-stained roof. Fuck, he really hated his mom.

It had started as a grades conversation. The old hag could not fucking fathom the urgency in Bill’s system when he had found out that Willem-fucking-Dafoe was going to be Norman Osborn. He’d seen the trailers, Tobey was terrifically comic accurate; Bill had high hopes for this film, something rare to see. How could he possibly focus on chem when the biggest film of the new century was about to take the world by storm? It was fucking Spider-Man, for Christ’s sake! Bill’s teeth clench as a chill wracks him. He could survive on the heat his anger produced alone.

His mom just didn’t fucking get it. She never did.

She always shut him down. Any time he even attempted to talk to her about the important things, she wouldn’t look up or give more than an odd glance if she did. “Why that? Why this? I don’t understand.” before it was right back to her fucking spreadsheets, or whatever the hell it was she did. His brows were set and Bill stared at his feet. He had no tangible relationship with Jane. He hadn’t seen his dad in months, and he was even less close with Tommy. Bill Dickey was a stranger no matter who he was with. A stranger up until he was with the Club.

Regrettably, he no longer could discredit Max and Lou from contributing to it. The Club, or that familiar feeling of closeness they all shared, for better or for worse.

He thinks for a moment when his thoughts fall back to the girls. Why had they gotten that apartment again? His eyes shift across the street and move lazily to the street lamps as his face scowls in thought. Something about Lou’s mom, something about Max having the same problem Pete did, whatever that meant. It trickles down from the first meeting where the possibility of an apartment was brought up. How exactly had they put it…

Oh. Oh, yes, that’s right; he had gone to Lou to suggest a possible setup for DnD in the hypothetical new spot. She had assured him it was a non-negotiable, and that it wouldn’t look very nice but it would be theirs. Not Bill’s basement that his mom hassled him about tidying, not Pete or Jerry’s garage, where they had to find space around the cars, and not Josh’s dusty attic. Lou had been alone with Bill while they spoke, Max outside his house, warming the van while they spoke. He squinted; had Pete been in the van, too? He was pretty sure he’d asked for a ride. 

That wasn’t the issue. The matter at hand was that Lou had wasted fifteen entire minutes of his time, getting all sulky and depressed about her stupid shitty relationship with her mom after her parents had gotten divorced. At least, at that moment, the last time he thought about this interaction, it had seemed stupid and sulky. A subtle shift in his expression betrays that, in his current predicament, he finds himself experiencing something otherwise foreign to him; empathy.

Their parents had gotten divorced around a similar time, he’d deduced, from what she’d said. They both were around twelve or so. Lou claims that she used to be a lot meaner, Bill didn’t think it was possible for a dykey bitch like her. 

He remembered now. He had asked why. Why an apartment at seventeen? He had expected a typical Lou answer. Something akin to, “because I fucking can. So what?” Instead, for some reason still unknown to him, she told him about her mom. She was always high and had started constantly having boyfriends over. It was a shitty ordeal, he would admit, but didn’t involve him, so he didn’t care. He didn’t care when she confided in him, stiffly, that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in nearly two weeks, because her mom would kick her out every time a guy came over. He cared less when she told him that she hadn’t told Max that, so she wouldn’t be such a freeloader, always staying over, and had resigned to sleeping in the van in secret when she needed to.

He caught himself gnawing the inside of his lip. He didn’t fucking care. He understood, but it wasn’t his business. His dad had a girlfriend; at least, he thought he did. There was a girl he mentioned last time Bill was over there, but he didn’t know faces or names. The idea of his dad having a girlfriend made his stomach sour. Regrettably, he felt bad for Lou in that regard, but that was where his sympathies ended. 

Bill looks up, seeing the gas station leagues closer than before. He was walking kind of fast, wasn’t he? Or had he just spaced out? It didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get to that apartment before he turned into Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back. His mind wandered back to Lou, something that he never consciously wanted, and yet didn’t consciously stop. He’d brought a movie with him tonight. Jim Carrey’s The Mask. He knew she liked that movie. He liked it, first, but he remembers vividly seeing her face when watching it with the club, her seeing it for the first time. That stupid fucking grin was infectious, he’d give her that. Carrey was a comical genius, though, and so it was no surprise she’d be all teeth and no lip. She’d have been crazy to be anything but. 

Bill had not packed the movie to watch with her. Bill had packed the movie to calm his nerves when he got there. The girls had gotten an old box TV hooked up in the living room, one with a DVD player that actually worked well, unlike the one in his basement. If Lou wanted to watch it with him, that was her own business. He turned to walk behind the gas station, eyes landing on the front door of their single-story apartment. He wanted to sprawl out on that sofa, though, so she better be alright sitting in the floor.

[bobbin-buckley]

Stained Glass

(Pt2 of Broken Glass)

Cairo Sweet x Broken!Fem!Reader

Summary: After two years of a break up, an unexpected accident happens…but it brings you home

Warnings: Car Accident, severe wounds, lung cancer mentioned, angst turns to fluff, death mentions, surgery mentioned

Y/l/n: Your last name

Y/e/c: Your eye color

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It’s been two years since your break up with Cairo. You’re off to college now. And you haven’t seen Cairo since the ball party, well rather have you not seen much of anything.

You were in an accident. An accident a year after your break up, which magically happened to be on the day you’d have your anniversary with Cairo. If you never broke up.

You’ve been healing quite well, just major surgery had to happen. Your left eye was completely damaged when the car wreck happened, glass struck in your eye so now you are blind in your left.

Cairo never was told about your incident. Even though you went to the same college, you were doing it from home. Since you didn’t really have the money to afford a dorm. So you’ve just stayed in your parents basement suffering while doing homework, leaving for work or classes and going upstairs only for food. (Since you also have a bathroom)

Life was shitty now, at least you managed to get into college. Soccer wasn’t going well, even though you’re pretty much recovered minus your eye which was the minor problem.

Today you were heading for your first class of the day, which was nursing. You we’re gonna be a nurse, since it was the only career you knew would be useful and your parents think is best. And you never want to argue with them.

This forced choice in your life makes your life even more shitty. With having strict parents doesn’t help with your mental health. You just wanted a good life with Cairo in it, but she pushed you away and now you live in a cold basement and only come out for important things.

Your soccer career hasn’t been going well either. Minus your injuries you just don’t have motivation.

Besides your shitty life, heading off to nursing class. As far as you know you don’t have anymore friends, you lost them all after going into this depression and car accident. For whatever reason they didn’t want to hangout with you, bunch of assholes.

Walking on campus was your favorite though. Tennessee’s college campus was gorgeous. The orange buildings made the autumn trees lighten up, it was perfect for the fall year.

Your favorite band was playing in your ears, headphones over the bandage that hid your deceased eye. Ever since you started college, meeting your classmates and professors. They look at you different from what people had looked at you from before, you feel like a monster.

Some ask to see your eye, others make comments behind your back. It’s painful. You almost just want to slit your own throat every time someone looks at you weird. Humans are evil people now a days.

Just now as you walk inside the nursing building. Some people gave you that stink eye as they walked past you. Fuck society.

Even as class started everyone kept looking at you, whispering things to one another. Wouldn’t you think at this age everyone would stop being so judgmental?

Apparently not. Some boys are still maturing since the seventh grade. Some girls just like to be mean because they can.

But for whatever reason todays class just seemed worse. Other students were looking at you even weirder, like you just murdered someone. The professor wasn’t even looking at you, she was just giving the lesson and writing stuff in the board.

Was it your clothes? You smell? Acne? Your eye still even though it was covered? Maybe your eye bags that look bigger than your eye itself?

No, no it couldn’t be

You looked down at your paper notes, blood was dripping on them. Maybe just a bloody nose right? From stress?

Your hand reached up to make sure it was your nose, but it wasn’t. Now your heart was beating faster, you reached up to touch your left eye, where it’s covered. The bandage was wet as you touched it, looking at your hand it was bloody.

“Fuck!” You cried out, and some students looked at you in shock. Now the professor noticed, she immediately went over to you and that made you move.

“N-no! Stay back!” You yelled, and the professor listened. You wanted to cry, scream, tear out your lungs, maybe even jump out the window. Then no one could see your ugly eye.

You took off to the bathrooms. Ignoring some of the gasps or even laughs that echoed in your ears, you could hear the professor shush the class but you didn’t pay any mind to them.

Why is this happening? Why are you bleeding? Didn’t the doctors say it shouldn’t anymore?

Crashing into the bathrooms. You looked in the mirror even though you didn’t even want to. Your eye was definitely bleeding again, oddly that it barely hurt. The bandage was drenched in the red ink.

You sobbed, now the tears ran as your eye stung. You unwrapped the bandage, after grabbing several paper towels to hold up to your eye.

It hurt, it hurt really bad now. You couldn’t stop crying from the pain, which increased it.

“Holy shit.” You whipped your head to the female voice. It was a student from one of your class, her eyes were wide. She’s obviously never seen someone with a bleeding eye. I mean, who has? It’s not normal.

“Are you okay?” She asked after a minute of silence. She approached you, examining you. You couldn’t tell if it was a judgmental look or a genuine worries look.

“N-no..I’m not.” You sigh, the bleeding was slowly stopping…but boy did you not feel good.

The girl got close enough to fully see the bleeding eye that was covered in bloody paper towels. “Let me see it…” She didn’t even ask. “Uh..You don’t want to-” “But I do.” She cut you off.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t fight her. And if she wanted to see it? Fine! It’s not like you haven’t scared a billion other people with it. You removed the paper towel, your eye looking fresh again. Fresh skin and blood, it hurt so bad.

“Oh god,” the girl said. You knew it wasn’t pretty, it was awful to look at. “You need a doctor or something..that’s pretty bad.” You nodded, looking back into the mirror. The injured eye was still there, you’re just blind in that eye. “Let’s get you to the hospital,” she took your hand without even letting you reply, but you new it was for the best anyways.

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You hated hospitals. Even more now that you were in a car crash and had but put in surgery, knowing apart of you was open when you were sleeping. It makes your skin crawl.

Sadly the doctors had said your eye must be removed. Due to constant bleeding and dead tissue. Fuck, could this get any worse? Hey, why don’t you take both of my eyes while your at it! You thought.

“How long will the surgery be for?” You asked, staring at the several surgical professionals. “One to maybe two hours. It depends on how bad the damage is.” A female doctor answered authentically.

Get ready to sleep for almost two hours

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Timeskip bc lack of motivation

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Cairo was walking the side walk of campus, making her way to the greenhouse the college owned. Cairo had always loved plants, any green one specifically. Green was just her favorite, specifically forest green.

Her favorite thing ever was to write her stories while sitting in the greenhouse. So that was what she planned to do at the moment, it was quiet and on campus so whenever she had her next class she was already there. It was perfect!

Cairo had an earbud in, listening to a song by Gin Blossoms. She happened to walk by a group of students talking about something, she wouldn’t pay any mind only if she didn’t hear your name.

“Yeah, Y/n Y/l/n ran into the bathroom with a bloody face. No one knows why, but someone said she got in a car wreck a few months back.” A male student said, looking in the direction of his friends. “Oh my god.” “Jesus.” A few said. “Some girl helped her to the hospital yesterday. I think she’s still there.”

Cairo was shocked. You went to the same college she does? How in the hell did she not know that? Or ever see you? She assumed you moved states because of her. And you got in a car wreck?! So much was flooding her brain she stopped walking and forgot to move.

But wait, you were still at the hospital. She could see you. But would you want that?

Would it be rude to just walk in and say hi as if you’re still together or friends?

All these thoughts made her feel upset and nauseous. But she had to see you, she needed to. Even if you were to push her away this time, she at least needed to know if you were okay.

“Which hospital?” Cairo asked the group, making them turn and look at her suspicious. “Uh..(street name),” one answered. “Okay, thank you.” She the started to run off to that hospital, totally forgetting about her upcoming class.

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It was a bit of a run, but she managed to get there under ten minutes. She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain to you when she sees you. Nor how she’ll even greet you.

Approaching the hospital doors, she walked past them as they slid open. Cairo jogged up to the Receptionist’s desk. “Name?” The woman said, noticing Cairo’s hurry. “Uhm..Y/n..Y/n Y/l/n. I need to see her.” Cairo spoke out of breath. “Relation, dear?” “Uhh..”

Ex girlfriend? Traitor? Long lost friend?

“Cousin.” Cairo wanted to slap herself.

Really? Cousin? Even you would glare at her for that one.

“Alright, well. She’s in room 204.” Once she got the room number she didn’t hesitate to start running to the elevator. She was so lost in her mind she didn’t even care that the woman had yelled at her for running and to slow down.

Cairo raced to the elevator, pressing the button and her legs bounced impatiently. Once it opened she slipped inside and press the two button. The elevator music didn’t add anything less to her stress, it just increased it.

The doors slid open and she dashed through them, this time speed walking to the room so she knows which way to go.

201, 202, 203

204

She slowed down, opening the door slowly.

There you were.

Alive. Awake. Healthy? Maybe but Alive!

You turned your head from the doctor that was in there talking to you. Shocked, your one eye opened widely. Seeing the person you once cared for before your glass heart shattered. Maybe you still care about

“Cairo?” Hearing you say her name made her start to cry. Tears falling down her freckled cheeks. The doctor got up and left, not really wanting to be involved. It was your eye. Your eye was injured. Fuck.

“I-I..” Cairo sobbed, she didn’t know what to say. You stared at her in disbelief..but also you had a feeling in your chest. Your heart thumping.

She’s still as beautiful as before. Just in tears.

“Cairo…” you said again, even sadder.

“Y/n.” She replied with, her voice as sad as yours. She approached your bedside, and surprisingly you let her.

Cairo could see how your left eye was bandages up, some blood but nonetheless clean. “I’m so sorry..” she cried, “I didn’t know..I didn’t know until today. I-I didn’t even know you were still here.” She cried, wanting to be nowhere else than your arms.

“My parents fell broke. I stay in their basement, that’s probably why you didn’t know.” You said softly, seeing how she examined your face in horror.

“How bad is it? I only overheard what happened but..no details.” You scoff, of course rumors got spread. Probably thanks to that girl that had to use the bathroom at the time you were bleeding.

You sighed, looking up at her again to reply; “they had to get a removal.” You assumed she already knew about the eye, wether she was told or not. Just by sight.

Cairo gasped, her hands covering her mouth. She didn’t want to cry more than she already was. “I have no left eye.” You confirmed. She didn’t know what to say, still shocked and sorry for it all.

Even though you had another eye. How was she supposed to look into those angelic y/e/c eyes. Yeah she could look into your right, but it wouldn’t be the same.

She pulled you into an unexpected hug, mindful of the healing..well…socket. “I don’t know what to say. I’m..I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t mean to, I was just so upset and stressed.”

Her mom sadly had passed a few months because of lung cancer, after your breakup. She lost herself then, going into a tight depression. Even worse now she left you.

“I understand Cairo.” Those words hit her like a bus back. She didn’t think you’d forgive so easily. Let alone understand. “I’m sorry too.”

She huffed you tighter, feeling your heart beat against hers. “I heard about your mom, I’m so so sorry. I wish things were better. But..I think we can fix that.” Cairo pulled away to look at you.

“How? I already broke both of our hearts.” She sniffed, “how can I put back the pieces if I’m the one who shattered them?”

She had a point, she hurt you badly. But for a good reason.

“I know. But sometimes you’ve got to put those pieces back together..when you know that person who broke them is hurting their own.”

Tears swelled up again. Fuck she still loved you.

She still needs you, she wants you. She craves you back and your touch. She misses watching you kick a ball around on a sweaty field for hours, hearing you laugh as your Y/e/c eyes shimmer in the sun or moonlight. She misses you. Without even knowing it.

She looked into your eye, smiling wide as you tugged her into a kiss. Those soft lips against yours felt right again.

Sometimes broken hearts are put back together with the person who broke them. If they are hurting, themselves.

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Christ. I took longer than I should have, it also felt rushed at the end. But hopefully it’s good since I’m lazy to spell check at the moment

So let me know if I messed up 😭

[wauzmons]

Please read and cast your vote!

So it's been 1.5 months now since I started migrating to the new render pipeline and I'm starting to get sick of this. I just can't seem to make Elysian Eclipse look good and consistent with how it was before the migration. This post will be a summary of the issues and a general comparison between the BiRP (old, on the left) and URP (new, on the right) version of the game. At the end you will be able to vote how we should proceed.

First we have the title screen. I think we all can agree that the old one looks much better. I already tried to make the new one shinier with a bloom effect, but it didn't make it better, just brighter...

Next we have the cell stage. I personally prefer the new one here, mainly because of the new water shader. However we can theoretically port back the new water to work with the old pipeline.

The aquatic stage has the most problems even if it's not obvious at first. In the new one, the caustics on the floor are missing and the light rays contain weird artifacts. There are pulsating ovals in them, which isn't really visible in a still image. The shadows of the kelp start to break, if you get close for some reason. I also feel like the crabfish is too saturated. Again the water (surface) looks better now, but that can be ported back too.

The creature stage looks fine in both versions imo. The sky has a glow effect, but that can theoretically be enabled in both versions and is not dependent on the render pipeline.

The color grading in the space stage looks prettier in the old one, I think. Otherwise there isn't much difference. I wasn't able to get the same planets on both screenshots, because they are random...

Oh boi. I think this one turned out really bad. The contrast seems too high and the creature looks less lively. The nugget literally lost the sparkles in its eyes... The text is also pretty fucked up. If you zoom in, you can see that all the text is really jagged in the new version...

So to summarize: The URP version has a lot of issues and even after 1.5 months of work, I wasn't able to resolve all of them. I don't even know where to begin fixing all of this and it's stressing me out.

We now have two options:

Revert back to BIRP and port back some of the improved effects like the water and skybox glow, so its available in the old version. There's also a risk that Unity won't support the BIRP in future versions. They said they will continue to support it for now, but I don't really trust them with this.

Keep trying to fix all the bugs in URP and further improve the visuals of the new version. This could potentially take months, because I have no idea how to resolve all of this. The performance also is slightly (~5%) worse for some reason.

I have been breaking my head over this to the point where I had problems to sleep. But in the end it's just a silly creature game, so I'll let you decide how we proceed with Elysian Eclipse. Please read and look at everything carefully, before >> voting here <<

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 1  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,540 💌  You Are Here | Chapter 2 =>

It was cold compared to what you were used to but hey at least you got to see snow. That had been one thing you had wanted to see for as long as you could remember. Living in Hawaii you don't really get that unless you went to certain places on the big island and seeing as how you lived on Oahu, yeah no snow for you. You didn't particularly want to move all your friends and family were here. Although thinking about it moving would be a nice change of pace. You were getting sick of living on an island anyways between the horrible paradise tax, the dumb power-outages and shitty internet you guess there were some perks to leaving your home.

"Honey we're here" you hear your mom say. You open the door of your car and look at your new area of living. It was simple and really generic compared to your old house but hey at least it was new.

Slowly walking up to the front door you survey the houses around yours, they looked nearly the same. The only difference was the color scheme. You turn around to see your mom talking to some redheaded lady followed by a man, her husband probably? The man only greeted your mom as he walked to the house next to yours. Turning back to the door knob your mom calls for you to meet the lady as you reluctantly walk over to her.

"(Y/n) this is Mrs. Broflovski she's our neighbor. We were talking about having dinner over at their house to welcome us to South Park" Mrs. Broflovski smiled "Yes sweetie, I used to be the new kid in town once. I know it can be hard to make friends so I figured that I have two sons, one around your age. Maybe he could show you around."

You force a smile "that sounds lovely, I should go get ready."

With that you hurried into your new house leaning your back against the door, sliding down it. You knew you would have to socialize at one point but this soon? You weren't the best with making friends or talking to kids your age. Back at your old school you were known as the weird girl because you liked "One Piece" over "Naruto" which you thought was so dumb because shouldn't the kids living on an island like pirates over ninjas? Whatever the point was you were not looking forward to being outcasted again for liking the wrong anime.

Taking a deep breath you decide to get off of the floor and get ready which meant that you would have to find your room and the bathroom. The movers had already moved the furniture from your old house so finding your room shouldn’t be that hard. Making your way upstairs there are actually six rooms, which is surprising because it’s only you and your mom who are living here. You find your room and smile it looks exactly like you left it, so you pull out the first thing you see in the drawers and head over to the bathroom.

Afterwards you head downstairs, greeting your mom as you both head out the door. With every step that you take you wonder what kind of a person this kid next door is like. You wouldn't even know how to describe the local boy culture that Hawaii has other than annoying. Brah everyone always like scrap for no reason because they swore you gave stink eye when really you just gagged at their axe body spray and now the whole school is screaming backroads. Like five people will get that joke but it doesn't matter you were already at their door.

*knock knock*   

You had a soft smile on your face to seem more interested in meeting the random neighbor’s boy. Upon entering the home Mrs. Brofloski told you that you could head up into Kyle’s room before dinner and that she would call when it’s ready. Taking a deep breath you gently knock on the door. You meet lovely green eyes as you awkwardly smiled. “h-hiya, I’m (y/n)”

A nice tint of pink graced the boys cheeks “I’m Kyle." He paused before he looked back at his room "So...um... do you like video games?”

“Do I?!” you both smile, this looks like the start of a very good friendship. You both played games until Kyle’s mom called for dinner you both sat quietly at the table while the adults talked. Kyle started to talk to you about some of the best adventures he’s experienced living here and you could not wait to have some of your own. Before you knew it you and Kyle were just sitting on the couch talking while the adults were still at the table with Ike.

“And that’s when the wizard killed the evil king of the humans becoming the grand wizard king. Little did he know that's what started the elf army” Your eyes light up when he says so far “That sounds amazing, you guys are so lucky. My friends back home never wanted to do anything like that.”

Your mom walked in the living room. “(y/n) it’s time to go home” You and Kyle both looked at each other before you sighed. “Aww really?”

She laughed glad that you could make a friend this quickly into the move. “Yes honey, you have to get ready for school tomorrow”

You looked at the clock. It was getting pretty late to be fair. Reluctantly you get up from your seat to follow her to the door. “Okay, see you later Kyle” You waved him off.

“Wait, are you going to be taking the school bus?” You both looked at your mom who nodded then said “(Y/N) will be but not tomorrow I have to meet with the principle tomorrow so I’ll be dropping her off.” You waved one last time as you and your mom left.

The school was bigger than your old one. It was weird how everything was indoors too. In your hometown every school was pretty much an open campus. As your mom said last night you met up with the principle and received your schedule as the councilor gave you a brief tour of what area of the school you would be a part of. You stood outside of a classroom waiting for your introduction.

"Okay quiet down class today you have a new student that's going to be joining us for the rest of the year.” Mr. Garrision motioned for you to walk in “Go on and tell them your name sweetie." Mr. Garrision smiled. You looked at the class and took a deep breath which probably seemed stupid to the people staring at you but it helped calm your nerves. "My name is (Your Full Name)."

You heard someone start laughing and you clenched your fist and glared at the fat kid "Hahahehe (Y/N) ha what a stupid name." The fat ass got everyone to start laughing but you were prepared for retaliation, or well kind of. You had watched some TV show greatest comeback compilations in hopes to steal some material just in case this happened. "Thank you and while we’re handing out compliments, nice hat fat ass, do they sell men's clothes where you got that."

It took the class a moment to process what you were getting at but the moment they did they lost it. "Burn" was all you said after that and you bit your thumb at him. Mr. Garission's jaw was on the floor. Such an innocent looking girl was no better than the rest of these rowdy kids.

"(Y/n) how about you take that empty seat between Kyle and Kenny and we can get started." You take your seat next to Kyle and he turns to you and smiles and puts a fist out and you fist bump him back, you could tell you were going to like it here. You turn to the other guy you're sitting next to, Kenny was it, he was staring at you. Although most of his face is covered but you could tell he's cute by his eyes, you give a small wave and smile before you turn back to Mr. Garrison.

During recess Kyle introduced you to most if not all of the class at the playground. “So just stop me if I get this wrong okay?” Kyle had introduced everyone by name briefly and had everyone all stand in a line. From what Kyle said they did this every time they got a new student, the great name test was always fun for some reason. “Stan, Tolken, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, Clyde, Scott, Tweek, Craig, Pip and fat ass.” Kyle laughed and applauded along with everyone except Craig who opted to flip you off instead, because you were actually the first one to get everyone’s names right on the first try “Bitch my name isn’t fat ass it’s Cartman” You rolled your eyes at Cartman “Well fat ass my name isn’t Bitch.” Both of you just glared at each other and you crossed your arms. Then bell rang signaling that recess was, in fact, over.

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"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!

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• Ichigo's pov!

• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."

• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."

• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.

• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.

• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."

• "No way, that's horrible."

• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.

• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)

• "Oh no,"

• One of the girls griped.

• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."

• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?

• "Um, are you okay?"

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• Orihime's pov

• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.

• "Should I get the nurse...?"

• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?

• "Hi!"

• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)

• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"

• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.

• "The details are on here."

• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?

• "Ah-em."

• Huh?

• "Yes?"

• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.

• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"

• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.

• "Good, I'll be there."

• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-

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• Ichigo's pov

• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?

• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.

• "Orihime-"

• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.

• "Ah-em."

• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.

• "So, I'll see you after school?"

• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.

• Rinnnnng!

• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.

• "Um, bye."

• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?

• "Bye!"

• "See you after school!"

• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.

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• A few hours later

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• Orihime's pov

• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."

• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.

• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."

• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)

• "Men are nice,"

• She said, leaning on the table.

• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."

• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.

• "Come here, tell me all about it."

• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!

• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"

• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."

• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.

• "Rangiku, stop it!"

• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!

• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"

• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.

• "Oh shit..."

• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-

• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.

• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)

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• Ichigo's pov

• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.

• "Um...is this a bad time-"

• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.

• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"

• "Don't mess this up!"

• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.

• "Please ladies, continue,"

• "We don't mind."

• The older girl snickered.

• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."

• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.

• "Ouch!"

• I shot up.

• "Knock it off!"

• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.

• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"

• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.

• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."

• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?

• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"

• "You're adorable."

• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.

• "Who're you anyway?"

• Yeah, I'm done being polite.

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• Orihime's pov

• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."

• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.

• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"

• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?

• "You two have fun,"

• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)

• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"

• The brown haired guy looked horrified.

• "You're a total hottie, but-"

• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)

• "Bye bye, you too~!"

• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.

• "I'm sorry about my friends."

• ...He's apologizing too?

• "No, no, it's my fault!"

• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."

• He turned red and shook his head.

• "It's fine, really."

• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.

• "Wanna draw cats with me?"

• He looked surprised, but smiled.

• "Why not?"

• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!

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• Ichigo's pov

• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.

• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.

• "Do you hear that?"

• "Hear what?"

• I said way too casually.

• "Just listen."

• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?

• Mew.

• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.

• "It's there!"

• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)

• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.

• "I think I can grab it from here."

• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.

• "Orihime!"

• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.

• "Lemme get the cat."

• Good excuse!

• "I'm taller."

• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.

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• Orihime's pov

• "Let's make a plan."

• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...

• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"

• "Okay!"

• I can do that!

• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)

• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!

• "Good luck!"

• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!

• A little more running later...

• "Mr. Shunsui!"

• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.

• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."

• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.

• "Slow down, miss Inoue."

• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)

• "I'm not going anywhere."

• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.

• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"

• "A cat?"

• I nodded quickly.

• "On the 3rd floor too!"

• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.

• "Oh boy."

• "Let's go find the kitty."

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• Ichigo's pov

• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.

• "Come here..."

• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.

• "Fall right here,"

• I said, in my softest voice.

• "You're gonna be okay..."

• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.

• Suddenly, my foot slipped.

• Am I falling out the window!?

• Yes I am.

• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!

• "Ichigo!"

• My leg was caught. I looked up.

• "Orihime?"

• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.

• "You're gonna be okay!"

• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?

• "I gotcha kid."

• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)

• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.

• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!

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• Orihime's pov

• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"

• The cat.

• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"

• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)

• "There it is!"

• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.

• "Is this yours?"

• He called up. I shook my head.

• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"

• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.

• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"

• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.

• "Good job, we saved a cat."

• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.

• "Good job."

• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.

• "So, can I become a member?"

• Huh?

• "Of course!"

• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"

• He looked over at me.

• "And cause your a nice guy!"

• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.

• "Agreed?"

• I smiled.

• "Agreed!"

• We shook hands.

• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."

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• "Orihime,''

• (We're putting the stuff away.)

• "Yeah?"

• "How come you suddenly know my name?"

• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.

• "The cat you drew earlier!"

• "You signed it."

• Ah, she saw it!?

• "That's great."

• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.

• "It's going on your nametag!"

• Huh!?

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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!

Little tag list: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @ichihimelover1503 @takibikaen @usoppsstar

[mrhyde-mrseek]

I know I just showed y’all my favorite OC, but does anyone want to see my OLDEST OC?

It’s Libra Nox! I’ve posted a drawing or two of her here before, I don’t know if anyone remembers the few posts I made about my WIP The Haunted and the Hollow, but it took a WHILE to get there

2018-2019

I was a warrior cats kid in 7th grade, and I loved wolves, so obviously I made my own warrior cats ripoff trilogy with wolves instead of cats (I don’t remember what it was called though unfortunately)

Libra/Twig was originally a boy, and his name was Twig (but I’d planned on changing it later in the story for plot reasons)

He had two moms (yay lesbians)

I made so much art for this I WISH I still had some of it 😭

In the story there were these magic wolves with wings that were basically gods and controlled different elements (like fire, water, plants, light, etc.)

Libra/Twig was one of these (I think he controlled the stars which was how he got the name Libra??)

Originally I was gonna name him Virgo but decided that sounded too feminine (oh how the tables have turned)

Fun fact, this story birthed ANOTHER character I’ll probably talk about in another post

2019-2022

Libra was still a guy but now he’s a human with fire powers

I think he was like 14?? He barely had any adult supervision though, the only technically adult around him long enough to be considered supervision was 18

This story had the same winged wolf gods from the previous one and was also a trilogy, I don’t really know how to explain what the plot was because it was complicated as fuck and constantly changing

It was called Nox Chronicles

Yes that was his actual outfit, I know it’s boring as hell, I wish I’d chosen a different color for his shirt because it looks kinda weird with the light blue

He didn’t have two moms anymore, he had an adopted family who hated him for literally no reason (I was still on the Harry Potter hyperfixation train in 2019)

I think he was the only one of his superpowered friends who could communicate with the wolf god creatures?

It was at this point I decided he was bi

He might’ve had wolf ears at one point, I don’t remember

Edgy badly written teenage protagonist

2022-present

Libra’s a girl now!! Yay!!

She’s still bi

(THIS is the Libra from The Haunted and the Hollow I was talking about btw)

She has a GOOD FAMILY NOW with a TWIN SISTER and a LOVING SINGLE MOM and is MUCH more fleshed out character-wise

She’s a witch, as is the rest of her family

THIS. STORY. HAS. PROPER. COHERENT. LORE. AND. WORLDBUILDING

She’s autistic and has social anxiety

She’s gonna have a girlfriend!!

Her special interest is cryptids and cryptozoology

I gave her cute little glasses and an actually decent outfit/color scheme

She’s still 14 but she has actual adult supervision (she goes to a summer camp)

I kept the fire but but changed it from controlling fire (too destructive and flashy) to divination using fire

She loves the color yellow. Just thought I’d share that :)

[literaticat]

I have a warped vision of what is too scary for children since I grew up at a young age watching things like Poltergeist and all the 80s horror movies before I was 7. What do you think is the scariest content a chapter book can contain before it needs to become a middle grade? Thank you!

Chapter Book vs Middle Grade (vs YA, for that matter), is not so much about *content* per se as it is about the age of the protagonist, the length and reading level of the text and the "age appropriateness" of the material. And I don't know how to tell you what "age appropriateness" means, it's kind of a "know it when you see it" type deal, and if you DON'T know it when you see it, you just have to READ A LOT in those categories and figure it out.

I was trying to think of examples and it's like... uh... this is what I could come up with:

SUPERNATURAL BEINGS: You could have a ghost, monster, witch or other supernatural being in a picture book, or a chapter book, or a MG, or a YA.

A supernatural being in a (modern) picture book would likely be cute, kind, funny, AND/OR misunderstood; there could be slightly "spooky" or "scary" vibes that are probably quickly turned into "silly" or "nice, actually" when whatever-the-misunderstood-thing is revealed. Even in the scariest (modern) PB I can imagine, there's nothing truly violent or disturbing depicted - maybe just an element of suspense or foreboding tone, but you know it's just a story -- there's a happy ending, and no blood on the walls or animal sacrifice!

(Examples: MOSTLY MONSTERLY, THERE'S A GHOST IN THIS HOUSE, GUSTAVO THE SHY GHOST, HARDLY HAUNTED, WOLVES IN THE WALLS, etc -- I specify "modern" because there are some really scary folk tales and such that have been made into picture books, like TAILYPO or LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW -- but those are a different kettle of fish).

A supernatural being in a chapter book might be like the above (cute, funny, or misunderstood, not actually scary) -- OR the whole thing is over-the-top goofy / cartoonish from the jump, so it's not REALLY REALLY scary. Think: Goosebumps or Scooby Doo type thing -- weird green goo on the walls, not children's blood or an animal sacrifice.

(Examples: the GHOULIA series, the SHIVER BY THE SEA series, THE HAUNTED LIBRARY).

A supernatural being in a MG book might be any of the above, but could also be legit scary, BUT, it's either quite clearly fantastical, not realistic, and although there are really scary moments, it's more about suspense rather than gore or anything like that, and there's a happy/satisfying ending, OR, the "ghost" ends up being cool and helping the MC, or needing the MC's help, "relateable" -- like they were being scary for a REASON, they have some unfinished business, something like that. Maybe the MC *thinks* there's blood on the walls, but it ends up being fake or a trick or having a different explanation.

(Examples: NOT QUITE A GHOST, ALMOST THERE AND ALMOST NOT, CORALINE, SMALL SPACES)

A supernatural being in a YA book might be any of the above -- or be actually malevolent. Human blood on the walls! Animal sacrifice!

(Examples: look in the YA section for the dark and blood-colored books lol).

[pbandjesse]

Today was a really a really nice day. I slept a lot better. And I got to be in nature. And it didn't pour, which I was prepared for but I was still plenty surprised.

I slept a lot better last night. And when my alarm went off at 7 I was actually feeling pretty good. I got dressed and my hair was dirty but I was fine.

James didn't come up to say good morning and I was only slightly sad about that. But they would come up and make the bed and when I went downstairs they weren't in the kitchen? And I was very confused. But it turned out they were in the studio. Was just happy to see them.

We had big hugs before we left for work. I like that in exactly the right height to hear and feel their heart beat. It is comforting.

I had a fine drive to work. And got to camp at 8. I would sort of have a lazy day around the actually field trip. I spent the first hour having breakfast and watching videos. I probably could have done some more research on the shields but I am getting a more solid idea of the styles for the different pieces so I will have somewhere to start.

Once everyone was there I would go and set up my print making. And went to hang out on the rocking chairs. I was not feeling very social.

The bus was running late. But that was fine. This was 4th grade and they are known as being the very best grade in the whole school. And they really were just lovely children.

We started in the lodge. And pretty quickly went to the amphitheater. Where we did our warm up. And they were a little more into it. Gabe missed some steps though!! And we had to backtrack to get back on track!! But everyone was good.

Me and Adam lead a hike again. I took them to the stream site. And we started lifting logs and rocks and would find 5 newts! It was so cool. I don't let the kids touch them but I'll hold them so the kids can see them. But man do they want to touch. I totally understand. I love holding animals.

We found some great plants again. And we took a weird and winding way to the Glen. I was also able to bring them to frog hollow and there was no fighting and we saw lots of tadpoles and it was a beautiful day. Not to bright, not to warm, and not raining.

Lunch was good. I had my soup. And tried to just be quiet. I felt very quiet inside. Just feeling kind of introspective.

The afternoon was slow. The kids were pretty interested in the printmaking and the other art. I was pretty excited we finally found some feathers and it worked so well. I was really really pleased.

My feet hurt really bad. Specifically my one toe felt like it was burning. I would spend the afternoon bare foot and that helped a lot but my poor middle toe was all swollen. Ouch. It seems slightly better now with some Neosporin.

We cleaned up around 2. I would wander over to Sarah to hold Samson the tortoise. Told the kids how you can tell of the tortoise is a boy or girl (eye color and the knot their shell for fitting on a girl turtle). You should have seen Sarah's face. Eyes got so big. It was very funny.

I finished cleaning up. I had to keep running around to catch the kids art that was getting blown around. But I collected what I could and brought it to Adam to distribute later.

I would go and collect what I could. And eventually I would go and drop things off at my car before heading to the lodge to clean.

This group was weirdly clean and neat. Didn't fill any trash cans? Bathrooms weren't soaked. It was very odd. But I did my best to still clean and make things nice for tomorrow.

I finished what I could and went to the office to chill. I would hang out for a while but when I checked the weather and saw a storm coming I decided to leave a little early. Joking with Elizabeth and Heather about the reason I had to leave was because of the fly in the office. Any good reason to go home.

I only had some traffic. But mainly the issue was people just coming over to my lane!! No warning!! Terrible. But I am a good driver and avoided them.

I got home at 415. And would spend some time putting things away before I started dying my hair.

I finally combined the last of my dyes. And would use a brush to put it on. Still stained my fingernails really bad. But its whatever.

James would come home and I was really happy to see them. They accidentally kissed my head on my hair dye and it was very funny.

James made me a grilled cheese and a salad. And went to record their podcast.

I would spend the evening just chilling. Hanging out. Enjoying the evening. But not really feeling like doing much of anything. Just a lazy evening.

Eventually James joined me in chilling. And after a bit I would go and finally wash the eye out of my hair. And so far I think it took really well. A very pretty shade. Though I think as I replenish my dye collection I'm going to go back to a dark dark green. It is probably my favorite tone on my hair.

Now we are hanging out and listening to the wind, I am not exhausted exhausted but I am tired. And feeling ready to sleep.

Tomorrow is another indigo group! This time 2nd graders. I hope that the weather doesn't mess it up for them. Fingers crossed.

After camp tomorrow I am also working at the museum. So it will be a really long day. But that is okay. I think it will be fun.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all. Goodnight! Be safe!

[banillasstories]

After hearing about the fight with the monster hunter,

Len and Rin’s dad had become a lot more careful, and anxious for their safety.

This meant that he insisted on driving Len and Rin to and from school, which wasn’t a problem, per se...

What was the problem, for Rin, at least, was that Mr. Kagamine constantly told his twin children dad joke, after dad joke,

After. Dad. Joke.

At first, the jokes weren’t too bad, it was mostly science jokes, (since he was sort of a scientist) such as “Why don’t scientists trust atoms? They make up everything!”

Buuut, like dad jokes usually do, they got very old

And very cringey.

“Why did the physics professor break up with biology? Because there was no chemistry between them!”

Rin let out a humored sigh, before starting up some conversation with Mr, Kagamine.

Len spent the car ride looking out the car window, a part of him forgot how much he enjoyed doing this, watching as buildings and people and cars passed by.

The blonde boy found himself focusing on one certain building, being able to thoroughly examine it due to the fact that there was a red light in front of the family car.

As Mr. Kagamine practically punched (well, maybe that’s an exaggeration ) the car horn button.

Anyways, Len focused on this building, it was a fancy-looking antique shop, the outer decoration used dull and dark colors, mostly dark greenish gray, and dusty br- oh my goodness, did these people really design an antique shop to look like Nooks Cranny? He smiled to himself.

but, his focus quickly switched to the apparent owners of the building.

The first person he saw was a tall woman, she had cherry-red hair, which was up in twin-drills. This woman seemed pretty sweet, she had a kind face whenever others passed by on the sidewalk. But, there was still something odd about her, Len thought.

The cherry-haired woman had a strange aura, one that Len had never quite caught on to since about .. maybe a week ago. Strange .

Mr. Kagamine started driving before Len could further dwell on it. Had that red light stayed on long enough, Len would’ve noticed another person, a person that he would’ve been very familiar with.

She had been Lens' tormentor since second grade.

He didn’t even know what he did, but the pink-haired girl seemed to love bullying him.

It was never too bad, Len supposed, but it could definitely have been a lot worse, IA would take his pencil while he was drawing or writing. She would mark words out in thick, dark pencil that Len wouldn’t have been able to erase.

There were also a few times when IA would try to get him in trouble. She had stolen Miku’s Tamagotchi from her once and tried to put the toy in Len’s backpack so she could frame him.

This hadn’t really worked, somehow. And Ms. Lola almost read Len and IA’s minds, she almost instantly knew that Len hadn’t taken it.

Nobody really got in trouble that day.

Len was snapped back into reality when Rin shook him, and both twins began getting their stuff ready for school.

As usual, the entire group met up in the ‘Deep Garden’.

Meiko decided that she was gonna try and answer any questions Miku and Gumi had about Monsterkind.

The brunette started stretching, waiting for everyone else as the sky above started getting brighter, the navy blue turned into a dusky purple.

Rin walked under the green shrub arch, looking at Meiko strangely before just shrugging the brunette's weird stretching off, and sitting beside Gumi on the stone path.

Rins twin, Len took a little longer to appear, for whatever reason. The blonde boy sat on the ground next to Rin and Gumi.

After a few seconds of the group sitting and talking, Rin started messing with her hair, trying to untangle a persistent knot in her blonde hair

Miku had let Gumi play with her old Tamagotchi, which was designed with a pretty teal, gray, and black. and the green-haired girl was distracted by it until she happened to glance at Rin.

“Rin! You’re gonna rip your hair out!”

“I’ll be fine! I’m just trying to get a knot out!”

“That doesn’t matter, use a damn brush!! I-” Gumi gave Miku back her vintage toy, and reached into her backpack quickly, pulling out a hairbrush, one specifically for Gumi’s super-curly hair.

Rin had taken a break from messing and ripping her hair up after it became super frizzy. Only for Gumi to carefully start brushing Rin’s hair for her, making sure to ask her if it was okay first.

The hairbrush was weird Rin thought, the brush’s bristles were weird and spiky. And they hurt her scalp. Rin felt sorry for anyone with curly hair if they had to use this kind of brush.

When Gumi was done, Rins hair was a little frizzy still, but less so than earlier. Gumi scooted away from Rin, who was currently sitting still and staring at nothing in particular.

“So, Meiko..” Miku starts, and Meiko hums her response.

“Could .. uhm, could you possibly tell us about vampirism? Or just .. this whole ..’supernatural’ thing in general? If that makes sense..” Miku stammers, being careful with her phrasing, in case she seemed rude to her friend.

After a nod from the brunette, Meiko began to explain.

She started by explaining vampires, such as herself and Miku.

“Miku, you and I are vampires. And, before you ask, we are not ‘cursed creatures’ ” She spoke the “cursed creatures” part in a mock-old-man voice, which made Miku smile and chuckle.

“Really, the only true things from legends about us is that we run fast, can turn into bats, and drink blood.” Miku slowly nodded, though she didn’t completely understand everything.

The ‘run fast’ thing did make sense, though.

Miku remembers that she was always the fastest runner in her class, besides Rin and Len.

“..And even then, we don’t need to drink blood, it’s just something that makes you like … stronger??” Meiko continued, going into a small rant. “Sort of like milk, you don’t need to drink milk, but it makes your bones stronger.”

Meiko froze for a second, collecting her thoughts before continuing “We have pretty interesting powers, I’ll need to help you learn and use them at some point. Some vampires have shapeshifting powers and some vampires have no magic, it depends on the vampire!”

“So…what power do you have?” Gumi asked,

After a bit of silence, Meiko’s answer came in a mutter, quiet as a mouse.

“I .. erm .. don’t have my power yet.”

Gumi’s head tilted, why didn’t Meiko have her power?

She was about to ask, but Meiko answered before she could, “Typically, vampires get their power revealed after accomplishing a really helpful task, or after their first drink of blood, whichever tends to come first” she explains.

Miku nodded, looking off but still listening. “What do you think your power is? If that’s okay to ask!” Miku asks.

Meiko stops to think for a second, answering with “I think I would want my power to be something like .. hm. Seeing into the future, maybe? ” she pauses to think, “I mean, not so I can see how I die and stuff, but so I’d be able to better help others.”

Miku smiles at her friend “That’s sweet, I like the idea of that kind of thing.”

Meiko returned the smile, stretching again as she heard the bell ring.

“Aw, shit.” Gumi sighed, getting up from the grass and waiting for Rin to do the same, the two had the same first period, chemistry, so they often walked together to classes.

Everyone said their goodbyes for the morning, before heading their separate ways. Rin and Gumi went out of the garden and took a left together, this was a much quicker way to the classroom, which was on the back left side of the school, on the second floor.

The two talked about a plethora of topics, from what Gumi recently drew or painted, to how recent soccer matches went for Rin, the two had always been able to bounce back and forth from topic to topic, very seamlessly too. The two could always find something to talk about.

Their conversation was interrupted when they rounded the corner, and Rin bumped into another student.

“Ope! I’m so sorry!” Rin exclaimed, looking at the person.

The student she had bumped into was none other than IA,

Her pink-white hair was in a high ponytail and seemed shorter than usual, for whatever reason. Another thing, Gumi noticed, was a small cut on her cheek, something that likely would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone other than Gumi.

IA looked at the two, no particular expression was visible on her face as she didn’t reply, only narrowing her eyes at the two and continuing on with her walk to her class.

“...That was weird,” Rin noted, moreso to herself, getting a nod in response from Gumi as they finally made it to their class.

The class was … as boring as chemistry usually was, and the two girls didn’t really focus on the class, as usual.

The teacher’s voice just .. droned. On and on and on, it seemed.

Panting.

Panting was all that the man was able to do in these small breaks he took while running. All the man could see were forest trees. Everything around him was dark, and his peripheral vision was blue and misty.

He was running from a tall figure, his breath frantic and shaky. All he saw of the figure was a pale face, and its eyes were a deoxygenated red.

The man had scarcely dodged thick sandy branches on the ground, loose rocks that seemed to roll along with the movement of his shoe soles, and he had barely managed to not trip over them.

He wasn’t lucky for long, however.

Because soon, the man found himself tripping over a huge tree trunk, it seemed to have just appeared from thin air, and he was knocked off his feet, up in the air for who knows how long??

He could hardly feel his legs from the knees down and ended up falling right on his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. He saw the malicious silhouette stop right in front of him, the red eyes narrowing at him before pouncing; and all he felt?

A sudden pressure on his chest, as everything went black.

[hrts4rn]

I feel so seen and represented by the word lesbian. All the history all the jokes all the music all the characters all the everything feels like I'm letting my inner child be out. But how could I not when I'm an extrover girl who loved wearing fairy wings with glitter and paint her nails with her mom's nail polish and who loved wearing makeup and watching tutorials on YouTube to do horror makeup and monster high makeup and loved glitter and neon and shiny and colorful. A girl that loved doing designs on her nails and change them once a month to match the month. A girl who got so many compliments for being herself and then turned into a girl so loud and bright and shiny living under the skin of a girl who got afraid she just stopped living but didn't have the guts to make her body stop living too. A girl who's now introvert, barely paints her nails because she heard from the grown-ups near her that masculine women didn't paint their nails nor wore makeup. She heard a waitress when she was seven scolding her for wearing makeup and painting her nails. She got laughed at by her parents because she practiced her makeup with her little brother. She was called weird and ugly until she believed in it and became mean and angry and sad and alone. And now, the girl has seen the TV glowing again, with colors and shapes and glitters and a space where she can be that again. She feels the glitter and the bright with just a word that feels like second skin "lesbian." I see chappell who has all I've wanted, Renee who could easily be me, Towa who has the curls and the body of someone like me, Clairo who is so feminine and soft, characters that I love that are strong and masculine or soft and feminine or both or all or none. I see all the ways I can be, all the ways I'm represented. But then, I also see them. Boys. I can't remember when or why I got so afraid of them, I even had a boyfriend twice and I remember vividly being afraid of kissing him because he was sweating and I was so worried maybe he didn't brush his teeth. Now, maybe because I've grown up, I picture a girl and I don't care about kissing her under any sitcumstances. A boy tho... do I even want to kiss one or will it give me the ick again? and if so, why am I even thinking about boys. I can't tell what I like, or why. To be honest I forced the kesbian term because it felt the right one yet I didn't want it to be me. I read the lesbian master document and I know about comphet but is it really me? do I really not like boys? I remember always choosing crushes growing up, but I also remember thinking mhm... If I were to like girls, who would I like? and chosinf my best friend in sixth grade and feeling fuzzy when we held hands or being so desperate to hug her. But I've never been friend with boys because I'm terrified of them, for some reason I do not wanna find out why. So I can't compare, is it normal to want to hug your friends? I've never thought about boys. Not unless my friends do and so I have to do it too. But "liking" boys has brought me good. And maybe that's why I'm confused. My whole life I've been hiding who I am, I've been choosing the right option based on people's eyes. I don't know what I've liked ever, because it has never been my choice to like it. And I think about boys right now, because my friends do, because I once wanted to marry seven boys who I knew I had no chance with and I even married guys at my school in valentine's day. Because I once looked at hot clips of them or edited them or wrote or read fanfics about them thinking about the perfect kiss with them. Because If I hadn't met her I would've never even thought about liking girls and because that thought makes me think, is this even real then? or you're just confused? Queerenes has let me be me, feel me, Queernes makes me pretty and free and happy. But how do I know I belong?

[zodiacatsea]

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose; Except When It’s a Zinnia

Peter had decided he was in love with Zinnia Fletcher when he was five years old. You see, in kindergarten, many years ago (three), Zinnia was mad at Kevin R., Peter and many other kids’ ultimate bully. She didn’t like that too much. So, she tied her green and white polka dot ribbon so tightly around Kevin R.’s finger it turned blue by the end of naptime.

Peter, in fact, saw her do it! Peter never slept during naptime; even grown-ups took naps. But he was a big kid, even then; so a mini-nap was perfectly reasonable. Anyway, he watched her tie it so gently that Kevin R. didn’t even flinch when she tightened the expert bow.

What Peter didn’t expect was her catching him spying on her. He blushed, her already tying up her replacement ribbon in her long black hair, smiling widely at him. So Peter couldn’t HELP but blush.And to make matters worse she WINKED at him! Then he REALLY blushed. That day, there was no mini-nap for the smitten, humming-bird-hearted “Big Kid” Peter.

They were always in the same class from Kindergarten on.

In first grade, they had their first playdate (Zinnia told him that her older brother of an intimidating fourteen at the time said playdates were for kids; hanging out was what was cool. So from then on they informed their parents they were NOT having playdates anymore. They were hanging out).

In second grade, Zinnia began to hold his hand during lunch. Peter was right-handed and Zinny (Zinnia but for short) was left-handed; it was perfect. But, of course, they always made sure it was under the table. ESPECIALLY since Kevin R. was in their class again that year.

In third grade, Peter told her she smelled sweet like summer. He assumed her skin was somehow made of caramel, like the color. She laughed at him for that. He was mortified, until he realized she wasn’t laughing AT him. No sir! No way! No how! She was laughing in a nice kind of way. A way that felt like when she held his hand, but inside.

“Peter,” She said with a last stifled giggle as she began to take off her shoes (weird) then pulled something out of her pants pocket, “Look.”

Zinny held out a bundle of small green… sticks? He looked down and saw similar bunches of green taped to the inside heel of her shoe.

…

“What?” Peter started, before she quickly interrupted;

“Dandelion stems!”

…

“Why?” He asked after a rather confused pause.

“Smell,” Zinny offered with a smile.

So Peter did as he was told. It smelled like that sweet summer! The smell of Zinny!

“It smells like you.” He accidentally shouted before correcting himself with a far quieter “ it smells like you, Zinny.”

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then she gave him his first real kiss on an ordinary Thursday suddenly turned extraordinary.

The next day she wasn’t at school.

Then it was two days.

Then it was four.

On the sixth day, Peter marched right up to her door, a whole two blocks away, and knocked so hard he was surprised he didn’t bleed.

Zinny’s dad opened the door. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a year. After the initial surprise from such an angry young visitor, his face went from shock to the saddest face Peter had ever seen outside of a cartoon.

Peter had planned a long, angry speech in the mirror earlier; but that face full of despair had him all turned around. Mr. Fletcher knelt down, eye level with Peter, and explained where Zinny was.

Zinny had been at the hospital. Apparently, every weekend for their whole third grade year, and a little bit of the summer before; she had been taking tests. Not school tests but doctor tests.

Peter was told some diseases were named after people; there was this sports guy with a disease named after him for some reason. Zinny’s was named after some guy named “Lou Kemia”. The other guy was also named Lou something or other. All he remembered was that it sounded like a viking name. That very last Thursday, what he thought was the best day ever, because of Zinny’s kiss, turned out to be the very worst day ever.

Zinny went to the hospital in the middle of the night because she suddenly became very very sick and could hardly breathe. Mr. Fletcher explained her medicine had stopped working. All the doctors could do was try things called “last resorts”.

They stopped working too.

Mr. Fletcher called Peter’s parents to tell them where he was and seemed to… remind them of “Zinnia’s situation”.

“Situation?!” He whispered, meaning to yell. But the hot, flooding tears made that impossible.

“You’re lying! My parents are lying! Where are you hiding her?!”

At that, Peter barged past Mr. Fletcher at Zinny’s house, looking for her, throwing pillows and cushions and a vase for good measure.

Then, at last, he saw her long, black hair; perfect as always “Aha!”, he thought, speeding right towards her. But midway to her, he stopped in his tracks. That was her hair alright, but she wasn’t under it. Rather, the bannister of the staircase was under it. It was a wig.

He suddenly remembered his aunt Janis; how she got sick for a while then got better. She still wore ugly old wigs. He supposed he wouldn’t mind if Zinny wore awful old wigs. She was still herself, still Zinny.

Then Mr. Fletcher’s words “last resorts” and that they weren’t working sunk in. He turned towards the somber man, Peter’s tears rolling out now, too.

Peter didn’t know what to do until Mr. Fletcher picked him up like his own dad used to do before he refused to be treated like a baby. But he realized he and Mr. Fletcher needed to just cry. After all, if a grown-up could cry like a baby, so could Peter.

Every day, Peter visited his Zinny (except on Wednesdays [he had soccer]).

It had been about a month of this. They talked and talked until it became harder and harder for her. So he just talked while she made faces in response. On Fridays, he and his mom would go to blockbuster and pick out a VHS to play on the little TV in her hospital room. This Friday, it was Beauty and the Beast, her favorite. She was quiet and expressionless until the last petal fell and she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” Peter was almost welling up himself as he asked.

She took a bit but finally choked out;

“Zinnias are flowers, too,”

Then her cries could not be stopped. Somehow, Peter understood. They sat there for a while holding hands. A nurse or two came in every once in a while, but gave them their privacy, even though Zinny and Peter didn’t even notice the interruptions so much.

Peter’s mom came in after a while and said it was time to go home so “Zinnia could rest.”

He started to get up, but the remote accidentally pressed play on the tape. The Beauty told the Beast she loved him. And when the fireworks started, Peter said the same to his Beauty.

Zinny’s parents invited the whole third grade class (and their parents) to her funeral. She told them before she… left, that after the funeral there should be a big party with cake and ice cream.

Peter laid a bouquet of dandelions, grateful that at least they started popping up early this year, polka-dotted with roses (white). His parents bought him some at the grocery store.

After the funeral, Peter didn’t feel much like cake and ice cream. All the other kids seemed to, Mrs. Fletcher eventually noticed that amongst the playing and laughter from the sugar-hyped kids (which she personally found therapeutic) was a dejected and all too familiar young boy.

“Come with me,” she motioned for Peter to follow her out the sliding glass doors and into the backyard.

He immediately was greeted by a garden of dandelions on his left; he’d never looked too closely at it when Zinny and he ran right past it to embark on one of their pretend adventures.

Peter felt the sting of tears again, but no tears seemed to come, like he ran out of them.

Just then, Mrs. Fletcher reached down and plucked one flower out. Odd, this one was white and almost see-through, and far more delicate and fluffy than a regular dandelion.

“When a dandelion is ready to share itself; its love, its joy, its spirit all throughout the world, it turns into this,” she pointed at the flower, “And that’s where we come in.”

“Huh?”

“Yes,” she said, “What we have to do is honor it and help it along. Here’s what we do.”

She placed the flower so they were both holding it now.

“Now, we make a wish. Any wish! Then we close our eyes and blow on it. On three. One, two, three.”

As Mrs. Fletcher said “three” they closed their eyes and blew, funny thing being they had wished the same exact wish.

Peter blinked as the white strands flew through the air all around them. Though, for a moment, he swore he saw tiny little green and white polka-dot ribbons around each one

[prettyprincessofchi]

Meeting an Icon: Me

Well, I see you must be interested in my site because you clicked on it. And yes, on this blog, we talk about everything, from the latest boy toy I've wrapped around my fingers and showing you how you can do the same, to making the perfect late-night pasta to pair with the perfect wine. Of course, you would be interested in the person behind the screen, and I'm going to be upfront with you. I am going to be using an alias for personal reasons, darling. I hope you can understand. But I will say this, bad bitches recognize bad bitches. So if you see a platinum blonde curvaceous woman who walks with such confidence and doesn't give a damn about what others think, you've found me, and I would gladly acknowledge who I am. And I will be showing you how to become the same as well. Of course, I wasn't always as amazing as I am today. It took hard work, and it's going to take more work to be better.

Now that I've gotten most of the boring stuff out of the way, let me tell you a bit more about myself. I'm a lively young woman, 24 years of age to be exact. I live in the beautiful River North of Chicago. My occupation is a cosmetologist, nail tech, and hairstylist. By the way, I have my own beautiful shop downtown on the lakefront. My favorite color is purple, I love a good martini, and I have a very complicated relationship with men. But my relationship with shopping couldn't be better. You see, men can destroy your life, drain you, and just be plain, let's be honest here, shitty. But what's an afternoon at Oakbrook Mall, stocking up on some charms for my Pandora set (I need the HOTD charm like yesterday), or maybe even getting a replacement face mask from Lush, and I have to just go and see what's new at Victoria's Secret.

And no, I'm definitely not some mean lonely bitch with no friends. I have a couple. I have my best friend since the 5th grade who lives in Michigan, Arielle. Our birthdays are only five days apart, and between the both of us, she's the angel, I'm the one you don't want to mess with. Despite both of us being Libras, we're two sides of the same coin. Then there's my friend Diane, the youngest of her sisters, with makeup skills like a pro. I've known her since I was a sophomore, and trust me, we both have had quite the dating history. Then there's Andrea. She's technically the weird girl with the fat ass. And before anyone says anything, yes, I used to be the four-eyed freak who loved anime and never spoke, but she and I have both turned into sexy women with quite the sexual adventures. She's the one I can talk about Dragon Ball Z and how many idiots let us hit on the first try. And lastly, there's my friend Nina. She's the strong one of the bunch; she always has her head on straight and can spot bullshit from miles away.

Now for the last part of our segment today, getting to know my family. My parents have since divorced since I was about 7. I have an older sister and brother on my dad's side of the family, and about four younger sisters on my mom's side. I technically have never met my brother, so I really only count myself having sisters. They've always been there for me, even my 7-year-old sister; you'd be surprised, lol. But I do have a very big family that lives here, in China, the Philippines, and even West Africa. So yeah, you could say I'm pretty well connected, haha, which explains why a lot of dudes are intimidated by me. Not just because I'm a strong woman, because that's what my family is full of: strong women. That explains why all the men in my family are actual men, and why I don't tolerate any little boys (unless...).

Don't worry, this isn't going to be the last you've heard from me. I'll be back with some stories, as well as any tips and tricks I find online that I can share with you guys. And trust me, I would love to hear from you as well! Don't be shy to shoot me an email or send a message, I will also be doing anonymous q&as as well. Trust me, it's going to be a wild ride, babes. Hopefully, you'll stay, or don't - I'm not telling you what the hell to do.

Stay sexy, Aerea A.

[saal-school-project]

Part 5

9th grade 

The entirety of 9th grade was online school. Well, actually, we did go to school for like a week, but that was mainly for the exams, so we can ignore the fact that they are not important. And you know how online school is; I don't need to explain much. It was chill. I had a lot of free time, which led me to develop quite a few interests that year.

I got into transformers.

I started getting into Transformers during that time. At first, some clips of Transformers Prime on YouTube were randomly recommended to me (it was exactly this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZAwYv_N-RQ). " And while searching for it to paste here, I also ended up watching a half-hour essay on Starscream's Wings, and it was mind-blowing, so here's the link to that too, I guess: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFYk_ZFpo9A "). I remembered the show back when I was still watching TV; it aired on CN, and honestly, I never really liked the show back then. Then I realized the reason for that was the fact that I remembered absolutely nothing about the decepticons. Perhaps I decided to give the show a shot back then, and it happened to be an episode that Desepticons weren't in, and I decided that "this show is boring; I'm not watching it" and would change the channel whenever I saw it on. I can't think of another explanation. because the autobots in that show are really boring, like, Omg, why are you so boring? I'm going to be honest, as I've admitted so many things already that it's too late to turn back now. I watched the show solely for Starscream (yeah, Transformers do have weird names, but I love them for them, like imagine them being named Michael or something bruh). Have you seen his design? He has built-in heels, he is the skrunkly

To be fair, he looks kinda weird in this pic idk.

The other decepticons were fine too, I guess. Then I checked out other series too, because Transformers is a pretty old franchise, and as a result, there are many different cartoons and spin-offs about it. There is "G1", which stands for generation one. It's a really old cartoon that aired in 1984, but the whole show is basically just an elaborate toy commercial if you consider the fact that the toys came before the show. And oh yeah, they do have toys; thats the best part about transformers, to be honest, and they do actually transform. G1 toys aren't really impressive engineering-wise, but they get better over the years. There is also a spinoff called "Beast Wars," in which robots turn into animals rather than vehicles. There are other shows, comic books, videogames, and life-action movies that fans often like to ignore or denigrate as bayformers) (and we also do not talk about kiss players), etc. but let's get to the good part. If I hadn't stumbled upon Transformers toy reviewing channels (mostly jobby i guess) on YouTube, things would have taken a different turn for me, and I wouldn't be owning any Transformers figures now.

 From the start, I liked the character designs; yes, I'm also a character design enthusiast. Human designs can get pretty boring after a while; but with robots, you can have all different shapes, sizes, and colors, which is great if you want to make unique and memorable designs (I guess with humans, you can have unique clothing, but whatever!). The idea of robots transforming into vehicles was an excellent touch too; this way you wouldn't just slap on random shapes and hope for the best but instead figure out a way where the vehicle parts would go to form an astechnically pleasing robot, and the vehicle form should reflect the robot's personality too and even on its own be recognizable—we all recognize the Optimus Prime truck, right? All of that on its own impressed me, but what absolutely blew my mind away was this.

(Please politely ignore fact that it turns into a gun)

Yes, that robot indeed transformes into this.

(Here's another link if you want to watch it transform: https://youtu.be/_EvBRGjaXHM)

Never once did I think this level of engineering was possible. It's like black magic. Incomprehensible. I want to transform it myself to understand how it works better, but oh god, the prices are just... well, there are a few things to know about transformer figure collecting. There are official toys. Hasbro (American-based) and Takartomy (Japanese-based) companies own the Transformers franchise, or something like that. I'm not fact-checking. These are both, like, toy companies? Hasbro also owns Monopoly, so imagine stuff like that. The one I showed you above is a masterpiece figure, and the number comes from how many figures there were before in that toy line, so they just basically enumerated them. That above is mp36 (as in Masterpice and the 36th figure), and the character's name is Megatron. That figure is one of my favorites, and I would buy it if I had the money.

Masterpiece figures aim to recreate the characters' G1 appearance as faithfully as is physically possible while being able to transform and be posable at the same time. There is "mpm" too; it stands for "masterpiece movie," which is just life-action versions of the characters (live-action movie). Transformers have completely different designs thanks to the director of those movies, Michael Bay, which is where the name Bayformers comes from. Needless to say, all of the masterpiece figures are hella expensive; their prices usually vary depending on the size of the character, but no, it's expensive; there is no cheap masterpiece unless you buy knockoffs, which goes into the unofficial third-party market that I will get to in a bit.

Then theres Hasbro; now Hasbro makes relatively cheaper toys targeted at children currently consuming the myriad of Transformers content out there as opposed to Takaraatomy making collectible figures for people who back in the day grew up with G1, so they are now grown adults and can afford those steep prices. These toys come in three classes: leader class, voyager class, and deluxe class, with deluxe being the cheapest and smallest and leader being the biggest and most expensive of the bunch. I personally own 1 leader class, 1 deluxe class, and 4 voyager class figures.

Here’s some of my figures:

My first and favorite figure is this one. His name is Skyhammer.

I got more but I dont have pictures of them.

Honestly how i got these figures has a story on its own as toy stores rarely sell them due to their prices being too high. I got most of these second hand.

Those were the official figures. and then there are third-party figures. the meat of the topic. It's basically just companies other than Takara and Hasbro making figures, and their legality is kind of questionable as it borders on intellectual theft because they own the copyrights for the Transformers franchise. but that doesn't really concern us. Another thing about third-party services is that what you get can drastically vary in quality; it could be an amazing figure or it could be really bad. You can't really be sure until you personally hold it in your hands, but Toy Rewiev channels have got you covered. Don't worry. Third parties are usually for official masterpiece-class figure quality, but they are a little cheaper. Then there are knockoffs. Knockoffs are just knockoffs; they literally just copy the official figures engineering and just remove the Aoutobot/Decepticon logo or something like that and sell it for cheaper. These companies are often Chinese for some reason, and the engineering can be more mind-blowing than the officials. Saddly, I don't own any third-party figures; I was so close to buying one, though. But, uh, I don't know about buying something that expensive overseas; I didn't want my package to get stuck in customs, so I decided against it.

There are also non-transforming transformer figures; it's just an articulating robot mode. They do this because it's more aesthetically pleasing. There is a term called kibble, which refers to pieces that have no clear purpose in one mode but are there only because they are part of another mode.

Usually shellformers suffers from this the most. Look at all those penguin parts in the robot mode. Making those parts removable is an option, but that would be partsforming. No one likes partsforming.

 some of the kibble is accurate to the character's appearance on TV, it is part of the character's design. but they are not; there are extra parts that stick out, and then there is less than excellent kibble management.

Oh god look at this things backpack.

So if the figure doesn't transform, they can just focus on making it more accurate and posable; it's just an action figure. And, oh yeah, most of the time, the fact that a figure transforms can hinder its poseability. and I think poseability is very important. and a non-transformable Transformers figure is just... meaningless? Like, why are you taking away the best part? I personally wouldn't buy one.

GUNDAMS

Now you can't be in the Transformers fandom for too long before you inevitably hear about Gundams too, and vice versa. They are very similar, minus the transformation, and the robots are way bigger and more pilotable now. They are both old anime that aired around the 1980s, and they are both about giant robots. The best part of both of them is the merchandise.

Gundam merchandise is now available in the form of model kits. They come in pieces. You cut the pieces out of the sheet of plastic with a pair of side cutters before you assembled them like Legos. In the end, you have an action figure of a robot. and they are more customizable than transformers; you can paint them and add details as you like as you build them, unlike transformers.

But I prefer transformers over gundams because you can only build a gundam once (technically, you can disassemble it and build it again, but thats a pain), whereas you can transform transformers as many times as you like. Gundams are also more fragile; I learned that the hard way when I broke my first gundam the day after I finished building it. but then I got another one. Here are some pictures of my Gundams.

Here’s my gundams. Well there is only two of them:

My beloved first gundam, high grade beyond global. Don’t  ask why that pose. This is like, the last picture I took of him before I accidently broke his leg.

I like this picture. He’s standing on one of my many journals.

Gundam model kits also have classes like Transformers toys do, but they are called grades from small to big: SD grade (basically just chibi). high grade (mine are both high grades, so they are small). real grade (real grade is small like high grade but way more detailed) Master grade (bigger) perfect grade (even bigger)

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This is enough, right? I mean, I've got more things to talk about; we barely scratched the surface. I could go on, but I feel kind of tired now. sooooooo goodbye?

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader, ft. Han Jisung

Genre: smut, a little bit of angst

Warnings: mature content, partying, drinking, kissing, unprotected sex, oral sex, lowkey fuckboy!Chan

Word count: 8.038

Summary: You had to do a project for the last semester in college before your vacation. Not only you had to deal with the stress of doing it right, but you also had to deal with the stupid crush you had on Bang Chan.

"Felix, I'm not going to kiss Chan"

"Everyone, pay attention here, please," your teacher said. Slowly, everyone stopped with the side talk and paid attention to her. "For your last project of the semester, I decided that we are going to learn about different cultures." She got up from her table and went in the direction of the board. "Remember when I asked you guys to send me the names of your groups? Basically, I'm going to draw random countries for each group. I want you guys to do a study aboout the differences of said countries, based on a theme that you are going to choose.”

She started writing on the board.

“The theme must be something creative. If it is not creative, your project is going to lose points, okay?" she said enthusiastically.

She started to draw the countries for each group. Your group was formed by basically you and Felix. Felix became your friend after the first day of class but you felt like he was your friend since forever. "I want this project by the end of the month, so..." she looked at the little calendar on her table. "You guys have three weeks. Any doubts?" Some people raised their hands but you weren't paying attention anymore, you were writing down the countries that you had to work with: Australia, Germany, Spain and, Korea. You had no idea what to do for your project. Your teacher was very clear: it had to be creative. Creativity wasn't your thing. "Okay, guys, class dismissed," your teacher announced. Everyone started to get up and leave but you sat there, trying really hard to think on a theme. "Hey, we have to go," Felix said. "What are we going to do?" "We have plenty of time to think about it, Y/N." Felix grabbed your backpack and started to put your stuff inside of it. "Three weeks is not plenty of time, Felix." "Okay, what's your idea, then?" "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you, dumbass." Felix rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the classroom. "How about we do a project about the foods of each country?" "Hm, that's interesting." You took your backpack from his hands to grab a little notebook to write down the ideas. "But I don't think is creative enough." Felix sat at the bench at the corner of the hall. "What if we did the differences in the skin texture of each country?" Felix looked at you and saw the pout on your face. "Too much?" You simply nodded. You sat down next to him, already tired from all the thinking. "You know what would be funny?" you grinned. "What?" "If we made a project about the way that people from each country kiss and the differences from each one." "Y/N, that's it!" Felix got up, excited. "Felix, I was joking." "No, this is a great idea. It's creative! There are students from different countries in our college, so we can totally do it!" "As far as I know, there's only one german student here. Are you going to kiss him?" You stood in front of him, arms crossed. "You are going to kiss him." Felix looked at you like what he was saying was obvious. "Felix!" "Look, we have four countries. I can kiss two people and you kiss two people. It's not going to be hard." "You know what? I'm going home. I'm going to think about a better theme." "You know you can't," Felix shouted while you left. Felix was right, this idea was the best one. It was creative and bold, but kissing random people was the hard part. Not that you didn't like to kiss, but you were used to kissing people at parties, people that you would kiss while you were drunk and you knew that you would never see them again. Not people from your college where you would have to see them every day. "Hi, Jisung," you said while you opened the door of your apartment. Your roommate was laying down on the couch, playing video games. "Hey," he greeted you. You lifted his legs so you could sit on the couch, putting his legs on your lap. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing your expression. "Ugh, I have this stupid project to make," you whined, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, letting the frustration take over your body. "Do you wanna talk about it?" "No." Your phone rang, you grabbed it only to see that it was Felix calling you. "Hey, Felix." "What's up Feliiix," Jisung screamed. "Hi Jisung,” he yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear. “Y/N, can you come to my apartment today?" "Nope. No, I can't." "Why? Do you have something to do?" Felix asked. "I don't want to. You know why." "Y/N, you have to get over the crush you have on Chan one day." "I don't have a crush on him, Felix. He just makes me...uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, in a weird way. I don't know how to explain." "Y/N, he's not even here now. Besides, we have to work on the details for our project," Felix insisted. "Why don't you come to my apartment?" "Because every time I go there we can never get anything done because of Jisung. Please? Please, Y/N." "Fine," you sighed. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." "Are you going to get pretty for Channie?" Felix teased. "Shut the fuck up." You turned off your phone and went to your room. The truth is: you did have a crush on Chan. Chan was handsome, funny, he had a great body and a great personality. He was also a fuckboy. You can't remember the number of times that you saw him with different girls in their apartment, one prettier than the other. Eventually, you stopped going to their apartment because you never knew how to behave like a normal human being around him and, seeing him with pretty girls wasn't helping. You took a quick shower and dressed in simple clothes, you didn't want Felix teasing you. While walking through the campus in the direction of their apartment, you kept trying to calm yourself. It has been a while since you saw Chan, so you were excited, even though you were trying to convince yourself that you weren't. Felix said that he wasn't home, so there was no reason for you to be nervous. You stopped in front of their door and took a deep breath. You knocked and it took a moment before Felix answered. "Hey, Y/N," Felix screamed, giving you a hug. "Don't act like we didn't see each other a few hours ago." You entered their apartment. The structure was the same for all the apartments on the campus, but each one had its own piece of decoration. Surprisingly enough, Felix and Chan's apartment had a great decoration and was super clean. "So... let's go to your room." "Are you sure that you don't want to work in the living room?" Felix asked. "I'm sure," you said, already going in the direction of his room. Felix laughed. He knew you were trying to avoid Chan. You sat on Felix's bed with your notebook in your hands, ready to take notes. "Look," Felix said, sitting in front of you. "I know that you don't want to use kissing as a theme, but..." Felix raised his hand when he saw your expression, trying to explain himself. "It is the perfect theme, Y/N. We are not going to find something as creative and daring as this. And this is important for our grades, we are not doing very well on this subject, remember?" Felix tilted his head. You know he was right. "Fine, you are not going to leave me alone, are you?" "Nope." Felix got up from the bed and grabbed his notebook on his table, to show you some annotations. "So, we have to find people from Australia, Germany, Spain, and Korea. We already know the german student, don't worry, I'll talk to him so you can kiss him." Felix wrote down something in his notebook and continued. "There's a spanish girl in Chan's class, I'm gonna ask him to help me out." The simple mention of Chan's name made you feel butterflies in your stomach. "For korean, I thought about the possibility of..." Felix hesitated and looked at you. "No." "Come on, Y/N." "I am not going to kiss Jisung, Felix." "Fine, I'll look for a korean girl somewhere." "There's probably someone in our college." "The problem is someone australian. Don't get me wrong, I love you and you are gorgeous. But I'm not going to kiss you." "I don't want to kiss you either, Felix." "Felix." You heard Chan calling, startling you. "I'm in my room," Felix yelled. Chan opened the door of Felix's room. You looked at your notebook to pretend that you were occupied. Chan and Felix talked about ordering food for dinner or something. "Y/N," Chan said when he noticed you, making you instantly look in his direction. "Long time no see." He had a stupid cocky smile on his face. His sweet voice made you swallow hard. "H-hi, Chan." Of course, you had to stutter. "You can stay for dinner if you want," Chan offered before leaving the room. "So cute," Felix whispered, looking at your red face. "I have to go," you said, gathering your stuff. "But Chan invited you for dinner, Y/N," Felix teased you. "Bye, Felix." "Okay, let me walk you to the door." Luckily, Chan was occupied in the kitchen so he didn't see you leave. "Text me once you get there, okay?" Felix said. "Okay, bye." You kept thinking about the little interaction with Chan on your way home. He dyed his hair since the last time you saw him. Instead of blonde, it was now black. Both colors suited him so much. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and some jeans, the most basic clothes ever and he looked breathtaking. You hated how you were head over heels for him, you felt like a teenager. It was so silly. Days went by and you had a lot of work from college. Felix already worked on his part and managed to kiss the spanish girl from Chan’s class. Something made you feel like kissing wasn't the only thing he did, but you didn't want to know the details. Some students were planning a party and Chan invited Felix, who invited you. "I don't know, I have so much to do," you whined. "Can I go?" Jisung asked, stuffing some food in his mouth. "Of course," Felix said. "Y/N, that's exactly why you should go." He said that while holding some of the papers that were on the couch while you worked on your homework. "You need to ease your mind from all the stress from school." "He's right," Jisung agreed. "She's so grumpy lately because of college." "Shut up, Jisung,” you whined. "Okay, fine. But only if you help finish this," you told Felix. "Fine." The party was on a tuesday night, Felix would go with Chan so you asked Jisung to take you. "Looking good," Jisung stated, eyeing you up and down as he entered your room. You were putting your earrings on. You decided that since you would have all the work to go to a party, you had to a least look good. So you were wearing a leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse that showed some cleavage. "Thanks, Jisung. Are you ready?" "Yeah. Let's go." The party wasn't far away from your dorm so you were able to go walking. It was 9 pm, so leaving Jisung with you made you feel safer. Jisung was the type of person who was outgoing, he talked a lot and made you laugh all the time. Along the way, he talked about college and his classes. He studied music production and he seemed really passionate about it. You thought it was cute how his eyes glowed while he talked about his classes. It was funny because Chan also studied music production, but he was from a different classroom. Some minutes later, you were at the place of the party. You had no idea whose house was that, but you completely forgot about it once you were inside. The first thing you saw was Chan, but he was too occupied to see you. He was kissing a girl. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, and a tight red dress that accentuated her curves. You were sure that Chan enjoyed that dress by the way his hands ran over her body, stopping at her ass to grab it. "I'm gonna look for Felix," you whispered to Jisung. You found Felix standing next to a table where people were playing beer pong. "Y/N," he yelled when he saw you. He ran in your direction, giving you a tight hug that made you realize that he was probably, already, a little drunk. "Hi," you said with a sad voice. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's not important." "If it's not important, why are you making that face?" He held your face with his hands, looking right into your eyes. "Felix, I don't wanna talk about it, not now." You looked in the direction of the table. "Can I play?" "Sure," Felix shrugged. You played beer pong with Felix and some unknown people and eventually, you started to feel dizzy. "I'm going to use the bathroom," you said, stumbling on some drunk people while you tried to leave. You went to the second floor, looking from door to door when you finally saw the bathroom one. However, when you got closer, you realized that there was someone inside of it. And they weren't alone. You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and muffled moans. You widened your eyes, feeling embarrassed by witnessing people having sex. When you turned around to leave, you heard the girl moaning "fuck Chan, harder." You could hear Chan groaning while he fucked her.

You swallowed hard and left. There was another bathroom on the first floor which you found eventually. Once you were inside, you sat on the toilet and cried. You had this stupid crush on Chan for so long and look at you. Crying in the bathroom while he fucked a girl in another bathroom. You stayed there for a while, feeling sorry for yourself until you got fed up. It was time to get over him. You cleaned your tears and got up to go back to the party. You looked around for Felix but couldn't find him anywhere. "Y/N," you looked in the direction of the person calling you and saw Jisung enthusiastically waving at you. He was standing in the middle of the living room where people were dancing. "Hey," you half yelled since the song was loud. "Are enjoying the party?" "Not really." You really wanted to leave, you didn't feel like staying at that party, and you especially didn't feel like dancing. That's when you looked around and saw Chan at the corner of the living room, talking to Felix. You saw that he had his eyes on you. Like he would always do, looking at you like he was checking you out but without it being obvious. You clenched your fists, you were tired of Chan teasing you. You had an idea and you didn't even stop to think about it. You grabbed Jisung's face and kissed him. It was a weird kiss at first, the smell of alcohol exhaling in the air. Jisung's lips were soft but eager, he held onto your waist, getting your body closer to his. He wasted no time before shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, taking you by surprise. You kissed him for a while but you stopped the moment you felt him rubbing his boner on you. You lightly pushed him by his shoulders.

"I have to go," you said, leaving the room. Jisung stayed there, looking at you, without knowing how to react. You decided that you had to leave. You were confused, upset, angry and a little horny, thanks to Jisung. You started to walk in the direction of the gates of the house when you heard somebody calling your name. "Y/N, wait!" You sighed and turned around. The last thing you needed was to talk to Chan. "What do you want?" you roared. "Are you leaving?" "Yes. I'm going home." He looked like he was angry at something, but you simply shrugged. "Let me take you home. It's way too late for you to be walking alone," he said in a serious tone. "I don't need your help, Chan." You turned around to leave when he grabbed your arm. "This was not a suggestion. I'm taking you home," he growled. You pulled your arm from his hands but didn't fight. Chan walked with you to your apartment quietly. Not a word was said until he stopped in front of your dorm. "Thanks," you said, looking at the floor. "So, Jisung, huh?. I didn't expect that." "I'm sorry?" You raised your head, looking at him. "How long have you been dating him?" he asked. He really looked like something was bothering him, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms. You felt like he was fighting with you for doing something wrong. "T-that's none of your business. Goodnight, Chan," you remarked. You went in the direction of your door and stopped. You were so angry at him, you couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth. "Where's the girl you were fucking in the bathroom? You should be worried about her." Chan widened his eyes and smiled. You wanted to punch that stupid smile out of his face. "Are you jealous?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. "Fuck off." You unlocked the door and went inside. You lay down on your bed and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for you to sleep since you were exhausted. You couldn't say that you had a good night of sleep though, you woke up with a hangover and headache. Still, you had class first thing in the morning so you had to go. You took a shower and got dressed up when you remembered what happened to Jisung. You were not ready to face the consequences of your actions, so you tried to leave without seeing him. You were sitting in your class, trying to pay attention when Felix arrived. "Hey," he said, sitting by your side. "Hey," you whined. "I have good news. There was a german girl at the party last night, so I did your job for you." "Yay," you said without any enthusiasm. "Aaand, since you kissed Jisung, you have the korean part. There's only Australia missing." "Haven't you kissed any girls when you lived in Australia?" you interrogated him. "I did, but I'm australian. I think it would be better from the perspective of someone who isn't, you know?" You sighed. When you started to pack your stuff to leave after the class was over, you groaned. "What is it, Y/N?" Felix asked. "I have to go home." "And?" "I kissed Jisung, Felix." "Was it that bad?" Felix tilted his head, not understanding your point. "That's not the point. He's my roommate and my friend, that's weird." "Well, unless you are planning to move somewhere else, you'll have to talk to him." You groaned again, throwing your head back. You went home thinking about what exactly you would tell Jisung. You always thought that Jisung was an attractive guy and you would be lying if you said you never took a look at his body when he would walk around shirtless. There was even that one time where he brought a girl home, they tried to stay quiet but you could hear them fucking. That turned you on so much that you had to touch yourself. Still, Jisung was your friend and kissing your friends was not something that you usually did. When you got home, you looked around for Jisung. You heard some noises in his room. You knocked at the door and he stayed silent for a while. "Come in," he said. "Hey," you purred when you opened the door. "I think I need to talk." "Yeah, I think we should." "Sorry for kissing you last night, that was a stupid thing to do," you stumbled on your words, barely giving yourself time to breathe. "Y/N," Jisung raised his hand. "It's okay. You are a good kisser." "Thanks. I guess."

"I have to admit that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was thinking..." Jisung hesitated for a moment, thinking deeply about what he was going to say.

"Why don't we do it again?" he suggested.

You bit your lips. You had to admit that that's not what you were expecting from him.

You sat at the edge of his bed, getting closer to him.

"Jisung, I... I kissed you because I wanted Chan to notice me, maybe get him jealous." Saying it out loud made you realize how childish and silly that was, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed.

"Y/N, I don't care. It's not like I'm asking you to marry me," he laughed.

Jisung sat by your side.

"What do you think about being friends with benefits?"

He watched your reaction. You had a confused expression on your face, trying to understand his words.

"When was the last time that you had sex?" he asked.

"I don't know. Eight months ago?"

"See? It's been a while for me, too. Besides, you can even use me to make Chan jealous, if you want."

"Are you listening to yourself, Jisung?"

"Yes. We can still be friends, no feelings involved. Think about it."

Jisung got up from the bed and walked in the direction of the door.

"Ji-jisung."

He turned around to look at you. "Yes?"

"I want it."

Felix, 5:35 pm: Hey 

Felix, 5:35 pm: Did you write your dissertation about the korean part?

Y/N, 5:38 pm: I did

Y/N, 5:38 pm: Even though I don't think it's really useful since I was drunk

Felix, 5:40 pm: You should kiss Jisung again then, lol

Y/N, 5:41 pm: Maybe I will ;)

Felix, 5:42 pm: Y/N??? You nasty little b

Felix, 5:43 pm: Send it to me, please.

Y/N, 5:45 pm: Okay.

Y/N, 5:45 pm: Hey, are going to do something tomorrow?

Felix, 5:48 pm: No, why?

Y/N, 5:49 pm: Let's go to the movies. There's that horror movie that we wanted to watch in the theaters.

Felix, 5:51 pm: Sure!

Y/N, 5:52 pm: Can I bring Jisung?

Felix, 5:52 pm: Yes

Felix, 5:54 pm: But don't you dare to make me feel like the third wheel.

Jisung didn't even know that you had plans with him that afternoon. But you wanted to spend time with him, to ensure the "friends" part of your negotiation. After accepting to be friends with benefits, he didn't talk about it anymore. You thought that he would kiss you again or something, but no, he went to the kitchen to make some mac and cheese for dinner and then went to sleep.

"Jisung," you said, knocking on his door. You know that if he was silent he was probably taking a nap.

"What?" he asked, in an annoyed voice.

"Can I come in?"

"Ugh, no, I'm sleeping."

You entered the room anyway. You swallowed hard when you saw that he was laying on his stomach, shirtless. His back was exposed for you to see. It was not the first time that you saw him like that, but it was the first time since you kissed him.

"Get up, we are going to the theater."

"We?" he asked, looking at you.

"Yes, you, me and, Felix."

"Aww," he whined. "I thought it would be a cute date."

Jisung winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.

"Shut up. You have ten minutes to get dressed."

You agreed with Felix to meet him at the movie theater, so you left with Jisung on an Uber.

When you arrived at the movie theater, you could see Felix at the line to buy the tickets, but he wasn't alone.

"Felix?" you asked when you got closer to him.

"Hey!" he said. "I hope you don't mind Chan coming with us. He insisted that he wanted to come. Like really."

"Hi, Y/N," Chan purred, smiling at you. He then looked a Jisung.

"Jisung," he said in a low voice. His face looked serious, it didn't look like he was happy to see Jisung there.

Chan looked back at you. “I hope you don’t mind if Felix and I accompany your date with your little friend with benefits.”

You didn’t have time for a reaction since Felix pulled you to buy your tickets and some popcorn and headed to the movie. The mood was heavy, Jisung walked around with his arm around your neck all the time and you saw Chan looking at you with an upset expression. Was he jealous? You didn't know.

You sat by Jisung's side on the theater and Felix sat by your side, but after talking about something with Chan, they switched places.

Chan's leg touched yours and you felt your heart dancing in your chest. Why couldn't you get over him? You held Jisung's hand, trying to distract yourself. You were not giving Chan what he wanted.

With the corner of your eye, you would see Chan watching you sometimes. But you avoided looking back at him at any cost.

Jisung would whisper some things in your ear during the movie, making you giggle.

Suddenly, you felt Chan moving next to you. He stretched out for a moment, but he left his arm on your chair, next to your shoulders. You swallowed hard and rolled your eyes. Would you be lying if you said you didn't like the sudden attention you were getting from Chan? Yes, you would. But you felt confused and angry. Chan was acting jealous out of nowhere, to the point where you started to feel guilty, while you had to deal with the countless times where you saw him with other girls. Still, you never acted like a jealous teenager around him, so yeah, you were not giving in. The movie ended and all you wanted to do was to leave the theater. Jisung was by your side all the time, walking with you in front of Chan and Felix. "Let's go home, darling," Jisung purred, after giving you a peck on the cheeks. You could tell that he was loving to tease Chan. You said goodbye to Felix, and, reluctantly, to Chan and left with Jisung. When you got home you sat on the couch, still thinking about everything that was happening. Jisung sat by your side, almost sitting on your lap. "Ouch," you whined. "Sorry. What is up with Chan? He looked really angry at me today." "I don't know and I don't care," you shrugged. "Come on, Y/N. I think he has a crush on you and got all mad now that you have a man." "Oh, I have a man?" you looked at Jisung with an amused expression. "Well, we are friends with benefits, remember?" Jisung laid his head on your shoulder while his hand grabbed your thigh. "I almost forgot since you didn't say anything about it anymore." Jisung's thumb drew patterns on your skin while he talked. "Well, I wanted to give you space, you know? To get used to it." "Awn, you are so sweet." "I am, baby." You looked at Jisung, who was also looking at you. Slowly, you got closer to him until your lips touched. Now that you were sober, it wasn't so weird to kiss him. He was very eager, but not in a bad way. He played with your tongue while he guided the kiss, holding your head with his hand. Suddenly, he grabbed your waist, making you sit on his lap. He kept on kissing you, running his hands through your body. You started to grind on his boner, just to tease him a little. Jisung held hard on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you would grind harder on him. You couldn't hold the little whine that left your lips when you felt his hard dick against your clit. "Take this off," he whispered, helping you to take off your t-shirt. He didn't waste time, grabbing your boobs and pulling your bra down. he licked one of your nipples while he played with the other.  You moaned loud, rocking your hips on his cock. Jisung started to kiss your neck, working to take his belt off. He opened his pants and freed his dick. "Are you on the pill?" he asked. "Yes." Your skirt was already raised, exposing your wet panties. He pulled your panties to the side and held your waist, helping you out so you could slide on his dick. You whined when you felt him stretching you out. You started to ride his dick at a fast pace, not giving your pussy time to adjust. "Fuck, Y/N," Jisung moaned. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep it like that." "Play with my clit, I'm close," you whined. He rubbed his thumb against your clit while you sat on his dick. After a little while, you came, kissing him on the lips. Quickly, you got off his lap and got on your knees. You grabbed his dick and started pumping and sucking it. Jisung came, moaning loud, filling your mouth up with his hot cum. You swallowed it and looked at him with an innocent face. "That's fucking hot," he whined. "Y/N, we need to finish our project," Felix said. You were sitting in the cafeteria. You had only one week before you had to deliver the project and Felix was starting to panic. "I know, I'm still looking for a guy who is from Australia that's not you." "You know a guy that's Australian and it's not me." "Felix, I'm not going to kiss Chan," you grumped. "Why not?" You turned around to see Chan standing behind you, with that cocky smile that he always had on his face. He sat on the table by your side. "Felix told me about your project. Why are not going to kiss me? Is your little boyfriend going to stay mad?" he teased. "You know that Jisung it's not my boyfrie-," you stopped once you noticed that you were explaining yourself. You cleaned your throat. "I don't owe you any explanation, Chan. And Felix, you really need to stop exposing my life to him."

Felix frowned.

"Come on, Y/N. You would rather fail than to kiss me?" he asked, tilting his head and looking at you, using a soft voice. You hated how he made you feel butterflies in your stomach by the way he looked at you. You hated how he looked so good with that stupid sweatshirt and his messy hair, making you think that he was probably late for college today. Probably because he was fucking some hot girl the night before. "I'm n-not gonna fail. I'll kiss Felix if I have to." You got up and left, going home. Felix called your name but you kept walking. In your college, there were a lot of foreign students, but not many australians, from what you knew. You knew that were no way that Felix would kiss you, so you had to do something. You were looking on Tinder, trying to find what you needed when Felix messaged you asking for you to go to his house. He said that you needed to at least finish to write the project, even if Australia was missing. You went to his apartment, ready to be angry at Chan, but you soon learned that he wasn't there. You and Felix did what you had to do and by the end of it, you were both mentally exhausted. "How come just writing something can be so tiring?" Felix asked, throwing himself on the couch. "Probably because we are both very stupid," you stated. "That must be it. I'm kind of hungry but we don't have anything to eat. I think I’m going to the supermarket to buy us something, okay?" "Okay. I'm gonna review our work while you are there." You were sitting there, doing your job for about ten minutes when you heard the door opening. "Already?" you asked. "Y/N?" "Oh, Chan. I thought it was Felix." you sighed. "Sorry to disappoint." Chan went to his room and stayed there for a while. You found it strange that he didn't come to tease you. "Y/N, can you come to my room for a moment?" "I'm busy." You felt your palms sweating. Was he really inviting you to stay alone, in his room, with him? "Please? It's going to be really quick, I need to show you something."

You wanted to say no, you really did. But you went to his room anyway. Chan closed the door when you were inside and told you to sit on the chair next to the table. He had his notebook turned on. "Put this on," he said, handing you his earphones. Chan played a song. It had a smooth melody, with soft lyrics. The person singing had a sweet voice. The lyrics talked about feelings and liking someone. It was short, about a minute and a half. "Do you like it?" Chan asked, with expectation shining on his eyes. "Yes, it's beautiful." He leaned on the edge of the table next to you. "Well, I wrote it and produced it. I also recorded it," he said with a smile on his face, but this time it wasn't a cocky one, he looked satisfied. "Oh, are you the one singing?" "Yes." "I didn't know you could sing." Chan played with his fingers and looked down. You have never seen him like that before. He looked hesitant, almost nervous. "Y/N, I-" "Hello?" Felix opened Chan's door. "Y/N, I was looking for you. We need to finish our project." Chan didn't say anything, he just left the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting something," Felix added. You shrugged and went to the living room with him. You finished all you needed about your project and went home. You looked for Jisung, until you found him in his room. "Can I come in?" you timidly asked when you opened the door. "Of course." You ran to his bed, getting under the covers with him. He was sitting down with his back against the headboard, he looked like he was studying. "I don't want to bother you, Jisung." "That's fine. What's up?" he directed his attention to you. "I'm so confused." "About what?" "About Chan." Jisung laughed. "Tell me about it." "Today he showed a song that he wrote. It was about love and stuff. And he has been acting all jealous. I don't know how to feel about it." "You really like him, don't you?" You sighed. "Jisung, I don't think we should be friends with benefits anymore." "It's okay, Y/N. Can we still be friends?" "Of course!" you hugged him, resting your head against his chest. "I'm gonna miss the sex though," he teased. "Jisung!" "Just kidding, baby." Y/N, 9:45 pm: Felix Y/N, 9:45 pm: We have one day before our project is due Y/N, 9:45 pm: I'm gonna ask you something Felix, 9:58 pm: Y/N I DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU Y/N, 9:59 pm: It's not that, dumbass Y/N, 9:59 pm: I need you to ask Chan if he will kiss me Y/N, 10:00 pm: But I want to make it clear that this is strictly professional Felix, 10:02 pm: Okay, I'm gonna talk to him You had no other choice anymore. You couldn't afford to have a bad grade so yeah, you were going to kiss Bang Chan. Felix said that you would have to go to their apartment. You already started to feel nervous. When you arrived, Chan opened the door for you. "Where's Felix?"" you asked. You were holding tight on the sleeve of your blouse. You walked past Chan while you entered their apartment and you felt your legs going weak when you smelled his cologne. He smelled so good. "He said that he wanted to give us privacy," he answered. You frowned, that was typical of him. "Look, I'm only doing this because I need to, okay? We don't have much time anymore and we really need to finish this project." Chan got closer to you, looking into your eyes. You wanted to run away. "Okay," he said. You stayed there looking for each other. You didn't know what to do. "A-are you going to kiss me?" you asked. Chan smirked. "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous," he admitted. "You? Nervous?" "Yeah." "Chan, please. I've seen you kissing a bunch of girls a lot of times and you've never looked like you were nervous." "Yeah, but they were not you." Chan's words danced in your ears. "That's not funny." "What?" he asked. "It's not fun to play with someone's feeling like that." "I'm not playing with your feelings, Y/N. I'm serious." Chan touched your chin, making you feel shivers down your spine. One little touch and he had you on the palm of his hand. "I've known for a long time that you had a crush on me." You felt your cheeks burning. "I've always thought that you were amazing. Gorgeous, funny, smart. I just thought I wasn't good enough for you. But when I saw you kissing Jisung... I don't know. I felt so bad. I think I was used to having you around." Chan's hand that was on your chin ran to your cheek, holding the side of your face. "C-chan," you whispered. Chan shortened the distance between your bodies and kissed you. By the moment where his lips touched yours, you knew for sure that you would get addicted to it. His plump lips were soft and warm, welcoming yours like a tight hug. His other hand grabbed your waist, getting you closer to him. It was so soft and sweet, not something that you would expect from him. You held onto his neck, touching him to make sure you weren't dreaming. You wanted more. You slid your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss. Your hand ran through his chest until it reached the end of his shirt. You put your hand under his shirt, feeling his abs. "Y/N," Chan said. "Please," you whispered against his lips. You weren't thinking straight anymore. Chan's lips started to go down until they reached your neck. He sucked on it, making you whimper. "Are you sure about it? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he asked, looking right into your eyes. "I want to." Chan held your hand and took you to his room. He told you to lay on his bed. You never thought that this would happen one day. He laid down next to you, facing you. "We don't have to do anything, Y/N." He smiled, the stupid dimples making his face look cuter than ever. "We can just talk, maybe kiss and-" "Chan. I want you to fuck me." You were begging. You were begging for that cock like a little bitch and you were not embarrassed. Chan widened his eyes and swallowed hard. "Okay, okay," he giggled. He got on his knees and took his shirt off. You have never seen him shirtless and you were pretty much pleased by what you saw. You wanted to kiss every inch of his pale skin. Chan got on top of you. He kissed you, exploring your lips. You were wearing a dress that was quickly on the floor of his room. "Fuck," Chan groaned when he saw you only in lingerie. You saw the boner on his pants and licked your lips. You pushed him on the bed and got on top of him. You helped him so he could take off his pants and underwear. His dick was marvelous. Above average, thick, pink tip and veiny. You didn't waste time, you grabbed it and started to lick the head. Chan moaned, closing his eyes. You twirled your tongue around it while you pumped it with your hand. You sucked hard on the tip and Chan moaned again. You tried to go down on it as much as could, which wasn't much since deepthroating wasn't your specialty, but you guessed that Chan was enjoying it by the sounds he was making. Chan grabbed your head and stopped you. "Lay down, baby girl," he demanded. He opened the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed and grabbed a condom but he didn't put it on yet. Instead, he took off your lingerie and got between your legs. He slowly kissed your belly, going down your body. He bit the inside of your thighs, leaving marks behind. He finally went where you wanted him to. He licked your pussy lips, making you whine. He teased you, going from penetrating you with his tongue to licking your clit. You were moaning and whimpering, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Chan, please," you moaned. He started to finger you while he licked your clit. It was too much for you and you came on his mouth. Chan kept licking you until you couldn't take it anymore because of the overstimulation. He took the condom, slid it on his dick and, pumped it a few times. He kissed you, making you taste your own juices. He finally started to slide himself into you, slowly. You whined, feeling him stretching your pussy. "Fuck, baby. So fucking good," he whimpered. When he was fully inside, he gave you a deep kiss. He kissed you for a while, giving you time to get used to him inside of you. "C-chan," you moaned. He started to move, pounding into you at a slow and deep pace. You could feel every inch of him inside of you and you loved it. Chan's moaning was driving you crazy. "So good, baby," he said in your ear. His low voice went straight to your folds, getting you wetter. He kept it slow and intimate, rubbing his pelvis against your clit. "Chan, I'm g-gonna cum." "Cum for me, baby girl." You came again, feeling your legs shaking. Chan kept fucking you until he felt his high approaching. "Ah, fuck, baby," he whined when he came, thrusting deep inside of you. Chan lay down by your side. He took the condom off and threw it in the trash bin next to his bed.

He hugged you, making you lay on his chest. You stayed quiet, listening to his heartbeat, no words were needed. Chan played with your hair, his warm arms making you feel safe. Suddenly, your stomach growled. "Somebody's hungry," Chan teased. He started to move so he could get up. "No!" you whined. "I'm gonna get something for you to eat, baby," he giggled. You let go of him and Chan got up from the bed. He put on his underwear and went to the kitchen. You decided to put your clothes on. Some minutes later Chan came back. He widened his eyes when he saw you with your dress back on. "Are you leaving?" he asked, worried. "No, I just wanted to put it back on. Unless you want me to leave." "Of course not!" Chan sat by your side on the bed, he brought a plate with a sandwich and a cup of orange juice. "Here," he handed it to you. You ate while Chan talked about the songs he was producing. It was interesting to hear even though you had no understanding about the subject. "It's getting late. I'm gonna get dressed so I can take you home, okay?" he said. "You don't have to, Chan." "But I want to." Chan walked you to your apartment. He stayed with you in front of your dorm for a while, kissing and hugging you like he didn't want to let you go. Reluctantly, he went back home. When you went inside, you were surprised to see Felix sitting on the couch with Jisung, playing video games. "Wow, finally," he said. "That was a long kiss," Jisung teased. He didn't sound bitter, it really looked like he was being funny, which made you feel relieved. You sat between them, laying your head on Felix's shoulder. "I had sex with him." "Too much information," Jisung said. They laughed. "It's not funny, guys." "What's wrong, Y/N?" Felix asked. "Isn't that good? You've had a crush on him since forever." "Yeah, but what if I gave him what he wanted?" You got up from the couch, frustrated. "He had sex with me, so he will probably run for the next girl to fuck." "Y/N, I'm pretty sure he's head over hills for you," Jisung said. "I'm going to my room." Later that night you finished your project with Felix. It was due soon, so you were relieved but disappointed in yourself. You let yourself go so easily. You didn't want to feel like that, but you couldn't help it. You were feeling insecure. It wasn't just sex to you, you really felt a connection with Chan. But did he feel the same? What if he just acted as he liked you so he could fuck you? Claim you as his so he could show dominance against Jisung? You didn't know. The day to deliver the project finally arrived. You were relieved that it was finally done and the semester was almost over too. Soon you would be on vacation from college. When you were leaving the classroom, you saw Chan waiting for you outside. "Hey," he said when you got closer. "Hi." He hugged and kissed your cheek. "Wow, right in front of me, disgusting," Felix said. "Can I have your phone number?" Chan asked. "I thought of asking Felix, but I wanted to ask you in person. I also wanted to see you." "Yeah. Of course." "Hey, guys. I love both of you, but you are not going to make me the third wheel," Felix said, standing between you and Chan and intertwining his arms with yours and with Chan's. It was the last day of class. You and Felix got a 9 out of 10 on your project. Felix thought it deserved more but you were just happy that you did well. Your teacher said that she was impressed by the theme you chose. She loved how bold it was and it was exactly the type of stuff that she wanted. You laughed about the way Felix got excited because she complimented your project.

You were sitting in the cafeteria with Jisung, Felix and, Chan. At first, the idea of Chan and Jisung together made you uncomfortable, but they seemed to get along, so you were satisfied. Jisung also thought it would be better if he moved in with Felix so Chan could live in the dorm with you, which Chan promptly accepted. You went home with Chan, talking about your plans for your vacation and how you could spend time together. You ate and watched some TV, but you were really tired. Chan laid down on the couch and you laid on top of him, resting your face on his chest. You loved to stay with him like this, feeling the warmth of his body. You just stayed there with your eyes closed and feeling his perfume. Chan's phone rang and quickly answered, he didn't know that you were awake and he didn't want it to bother you. You heard him talking to some guy, he was inviting Chan to a party. "Thanks for inviting me, mate, but I'll have to decline," he said, almost whispering. "I'm with my girlfriend and I want to spend the day with her." You smiled. Chan was what you always wanted and you finally had it, and he also had you.

A/N: This is a long ass fanfic, I tried to proofread it but it might still have some grammatical errors. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[bemylord]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ

↳ synopsis: because of the intoxicating smell, megumi's heat comes early, as if by chance - the pills are out and he should please himself. when he just starts to relax, he feels someone else's hands on his hips.

↳ theme: au + omegaverse.

↳ warnings: aged up, unprotected sex, non-canonical behavior, marking, oral, toy [dildo], true couple [?], gagging, spank [once], anal, first time, heat. + sukuna being soft.

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↳ level description: i have bestowed curses the unusual phenomenon of being able to conceal a scent. also, to emit a scent when the owner of the body wants to. i have endowed omegas and alphas with various features, for example: omega [not everyone] could purr, plus the alpha fangs for the tag.

the heat practically had come out of sudden - megumi hates those days when he's a weak, pliable omega and he has no alpha. such a destitute, defenseless little boy who is so desperate to please himself.

'when you're in the heat, better not leave the house. alphas can sense heathens omegas.' his teacher, gojou satoru, have warned him in the first grade when he had started to smell like an omega. he accepted his destiny quickly by being surrounded by alphas - yuuji, gojou, nanami, and that mocking king which is the alpha, although for years of being the king of curses he had learned to harbor a scent within himself, radiating only during battles.

not that megumi was interested in the king, just he has never smell his fragrance. does the curse have one? never mind, sukuna will never gonna be the one whom megumi will think in the heat.

yuuji always reminds his friend he or sukuna won't touch him in the heat. they're just being friends, however, is hard for megumi to disobeying his friend, over a voice. the husky and low voice of alpha can shut the omega without an eye contact - damnable omega essence.

megumi once purred when yuuji complimented his outfit, the gorgeous linen white shirt and black pants, the simple, but it was the effective one. itadori restrained sukuna for letting out the dirty joke about how malleable the omega was, by emitting a kind of snarl.

'sorry, megumi-san, i needed to calm down sukuna.'

damnable omega essence.

fushiguro megumi is nineteen and he had two heats: the first one he had after three months of turning eighteen. the heat was so exhausted - he forgot to buy pills, laying on the bed with the dripping hole.

for thesecond heat, he bought the dildo to please himself, yet didn't use the toy due to the reason he wasn't certain if he should. but the pill to loosen the heat has softened the hazy mind and the smell has gone down a bit.

but for today's abrupt appearance his smell he wasn't ready: he was training with yuuji, using some techniques and learning new ones with help of the teacher, the overwhelming heat caught him off guard when he could smell the unknowing fragrance - cognac. some alpha made him feel a false heat.

'i-i'm sorry, sensei, c-can i leave?'

the matured man holds back his scent and voice, pointing to the door as a sign he may leave the room. silly coincidence. as fast as he can, megumi had run to his room, locked the door for the sake of authenticity. he was run out of pills but leaving the room is too dangerous for him, if he had at least a mark from his alpha it wouldn't less dangerous.

the heat practically had come out of sudden - that weird and unusual scent, he had never smell anything stronger than that fragrance: as embarrassing as it may be, it's overwhelming, filling megumi's clarity of mind with the thought that he might be filled with the owner of the scent.

the thought to grab the toy had come suddenly, when the heat is starting to raise the temperature of the body, feeling as his hole starts to drip, becoming a mess. the period was supposed to start in a week, not earlier.

whom belonged that scent? a new student?

the toy has practically the same color as his hair, the medium length - at least he thinks it's the medium. the glans of his cock have a pink-peached color, as omegas should, their dick is much smaller than alpha's, on this basis, it perfectly fits in his palm as he masturbated a couple of times in the heat.

megumi doesn't like to jerk his cock a lot: better say, he isn't interested in doing it. he released himself when the heat is potent on the mind, hazy him to the point when he unconsciously jerks his oozing dick, cumming pretty much immediately.

few seconds of stroking the base as the liquid ends up on the sheet - it's enough for him for a couple of hours before it happens again. unwittingly, he put one finger in the oozing hole, almost jumped on the bed as he felt the light pain in the ass.

now, the tip of the toy in the hole as megumi gives himself a minute to adjust, he hisses as continuing the dildo goes deeper into the hole, stretching hardly pristine walls, not counting a finger. the omega squints, through the sore happy he's stretching himself prior to feel the real dick. he put all dick to the balls, hardly standing on his knees.

megumi attempts to focus on the thought is someone's else dick, imagining the random alpha, the random face as he fucks himself. he pulled out the dildo to the head, inching slowly to the base, getting used to the size.

‘gumi was on the knees on the bed, his chest being practically buried on the sheet as his ass on the air, suppressing intermittent moans with a pillow, as he squeezes the dildo when he feels as heat is getting intense.

the hairline is coated with drops of sweet as he pulled out the toy, he grips his jaw as being empty without a source of at least some pleasure. it's wrong, it's embarassed but the worst - 'gumi can't handle the feeling of fullness.

as he reaches for the toy, he feels someone’s hands on his hips. he turned his head, seeing sukuna behind him.

'sukuna?!' he screamed the name, tries to cover his naked body with his hands. 'get out immediately!'

the curse laughs, stopping the sorcerer from squirming by holding his hips, keeping the oozing ass in the air. the omega is trying to cover the hole, trying to coping with the smell of his heat, trying not to be the obedient for him.

'you smell so good in your heat, 'gumi-gumi, come on, i know you want my dick in your ass.'

'you ain't an alpha, suk-'

before he could finish the thought, he smelled that fragrance again - the cognac. the stupefying, intoxicating aroma of the mind. the virgin mind is hazed, dazzed by the hell alpha - not him. anyone but not him.

'for years i've learned how to harbor a scent, boy.'

sukuna spreaded the butt cheeks apart a little bit to ogle as how the omega's period made his hole to be moist. megumi tighten the sheet into the whitened fists, endeavoring to think about something else, something about the sorcerer things: killing the curse, no. not now when the king of curses, being the bloody alpha, staring at his untouched body.

's-sukuna..'

megumi's voice is broken, has lost the breath, puffing when sukuna is circling around the hole with one finger. sukuna has spreaded the aroma one more time, staring at the red omega's face as he's trying to struggle with his wishes. megumi is clenching his fists, striving to dodge his claws, crawling, barely crawling forward towards cushions. a pitiful travesty, as sad it is.

sukuna did a tsk, returning the boy in the previous position, yet spanked his butt as a warning sign. 'gumi shrunked at the slight pain but feel as the king instantly rubbing the place he has hitted.

the omega turns head to see sukuna, meeting his gaze immediately looking over his body: the tattoed body is seemed to become bigger since the last encounter. although, it's because of self-inflicted, as sukuna uses his friend's body. but it seems like he's bigger.

'megumi, suck my cock properly, first, and maybe i’ll lick your dripping hole.'

'no way, i wo-'

the king didn't let megumi to end the sentences, flipping omega's body on his back, bringing his body closer as he faces with sukuna's dick. megumi is overly horny to say no, and, how could he deny if a thick, dripping cock is in front of his face?

'when i'm reborn into my initial physique,' sukuna caresses megumi's cheeks. 'i'll surprise you, 'gumi.'

megumi watches as the precum rests on the glans, gasping at the excitement has came over him. with a hesitant movements, he wrapped one palm around the base, feeling the hot, thick cock, wondering if it will fit in his mouth.

as the alpha's dick was a few millimeters from megumi's lips, the last one raised his head, staring into the frantic and anticipatory gaze. omega open the mouth a bit as the head has touched his lips, not entering the glans inside yet lick the precum, tasting the liquid.

he kisses the top, checking the durability of the king, put the dick in the wet mouth, circling the outlining of the head with a tongue. sukuna chuckles watching as megumi making clumsy motions with his hand on the cock, moving his head forward to meet his pubis with a nose.

'god, boy, you suck the toy? so inept, but trying to oblige.'

the omega furrows as if not the member, he would contradict sukuna, responding he isn't trying to oblige him, yet gathering experience.

'you're disgusting, sukuna.'

'but i don't see you pushing me away.'

megumi didn't see fit to reply to the caustic expression, taking the cock in the mouth, sucking it property, maybe, the king will do the promise. it's humiliating - the one who needs to be exorced is not fucking his mouth, makes fists of his shaggy hair, thrusting the head deeper on the sizeable cock.

the omega doesn't pushing him away for the one reason - he's in heat, after all. he's horny and pliable of that. just one night - one. damn. it. night.

'relax your throat, baby boy.'

the name he named megumi, he pronounced somehow mildly, as he tries to do so. the tip with every thrust is touching megumi's throat, forcing fushiguro's eyes fill with tears as the head grazes the uvula.

'such a good cock sucker you are, gumi.' sukuna stares as the tears falling directly onto reddened cheeks, noticing his hard cock that hasn't been touched yet. 'stroke your dick.'

the commanding sukuna's tone didn't let a chance to megumi to say no: he reached one palm to his pink cock, making a fast strokes, anticipating to cum soon.

'wanna cum? my baby wanna cum yet? no, gumi, you can't.' megumi put his hands on sukuna's, forcing him to release his fists and movements.

'sukuna,' said omega when he put the dick out of his drooling mouth: his saliva runs down his chin, although he does nothing to remove it. 'i want something more, sukuna.'

he pressed a thank-you kiss on the top, as a token of appreciation.

'want is it? pick right words.'

he turned his body for sukuna, so the tattoed one will see how messy he has become.

'lick my hole, king. please, i need it.'

later, he will hate himself for his pathetic, miserable act, but right now he needs his tongue. just as pathetic. he hates being so pliable and soft underneath sukuna's pads, again, does nothing to stop him. hates to purr like a cat as the king caresses his butt, touching with one finger his hole.

sukuna kisses the area around the mess as his ears hearing a docile purr as he kisses the hole. he licks the excretion track, running the tongue over the hole which cause the owner of the body gasps, gulping greedily at the air.

sukuna is amazed megumi called him a king, not a dickhead, to which he affectionately licks his trickling hole. the kind rubbing gumi's hips, attempting not to hurt the boy's delicate skin with claws. he tries his best of spreading the love which is foreign to him.

sukuna pulled away from the hole, kissed it one more, before press a finger on the oozing clutter. megumi's shivered, as felt curse's long finger inside him, feeling as sukuna moving slow but deep, letting him to adjust at the new feeling.

the curse smoothly expands the walls and all megumi can think about it's how he's obedient allows the satan in a new guise fucks his ass, allows sukuna to touch him.

'i'm gonna add one finger.'

gumi practically closed his legs by the astounding pleasure sukuna puts him: it's so comfortable, warm, and good. he squeeezed fingers, shutting his eyes, adjusting to accept his future cock.

as megumi once started to rock his body against sukuna's fingers, he pulled them out, spat on his palm to stroke the dick repeatedly.

'lie on your back, megumi.' fushiguro did as he was told, feeling the sheet underneath his back, watching solely into sukuna's eyes: malice and aggresive sigh flew away as sort of careful eyes are watching at his directly. 'you can kiss me, little boy.'

if he can, he'd jump off the bed at the name sukuna has given him, cups the curse's face in his small palms, pulling him towards in a love, tender, romantic kiss as if they were lovebirds.

megumi purred when his lover take an initiative by pulling a tongue into his mouth, playing with the tongue of the boy, feeling the residue of his cock on the omega's muscle. he warned him he'll go inside by throwing on his broad shoulder his legs, distracting himself from the kiss.

megumi purred when his lover take an initiative by pulling a tongue into his mouth, playing with the tongue of the boy, feeling the residue of his cock on the omega's muscle. he warned him he'll go inside by throwing on his broad shoulder his legs, distracting himself from the kiss.

the king has entered the tip as megumi clenched the glans, yet released, becoming accustomed to being full. megumi tugged on the alpha's biceps, drawing on the inked skin fuzzy patterns.

'good boy, megumi. you're taking my cock so well, that i'm starting to think to make an exclusion and do a knot inside you.'

the omega clinched the dick, gasps as he heard the last words.

'not now, at least. when i'll take over this little world.'

the walls of the anus pleasantly embrace the foreign body, squeezing and caressing, making the king even more arrogant - he accelerates his pace, driving his cock inside. megumi shuddered as the tip of his cock reached his prostate.

'did i hit that spot, little boy?'

no strength to nod, only to clench his forearms, moaning precipitously. sukuna stares at the little boy more than he should: his forehead is covered with sweat, his cheeks are red hot and sukuna can't deny but kisses his lips, hitting with every thrust a lump of nerves whilst fushiguro gives himself to his partner, being on the verge of - the sweet moment is about to come.

'you're swallowing me, kitten.'

'sukuna, please, i'm gonna.. soon.. mm~'

megumi arches the back and as he almost grabbed his cock to pour out his sperm, sukuna's hand intercepted the small, towards to his hand, cock making quick movements.

sukuna also felt as the little boy cum by milking his balls, narrowing the walls to an outrage that the alpha has to come out with a growl, biting his neck to the blood, leaving a mark, but not mixing fragrances.

both with their breath hitched, trying to recover, losing themselves in each other's arms. as for megumi, he was overwhemled with an orgasm for a couple of hours whilst sukuna could fuck and fuck even the knot until he'll make a heir.

'you should leave, sukuna. what if itadori will.. you know.. he's alpha too.'

'he won't dare to touch my omega. no one in the world will never hurt you.'

'don't say if you don't mean it.'

he smack his lips against omega's, wiping megumi's drops of sweet, kissed the forehead pulling away.

'after all, i'm - the one who started your heat.'

* * *

after a week of such nocturnal encounters, megumi returned to class again. itadori remembered nothing, [thanks to sukuna, the scratches and hickeys were disappearing].

after classes on the second day of studying, satoru asked him to stay after the training.

'megumi-kun, are you okay? don't think anything of it, i'm asking about..'

'i'm well, if.. yes, i'm fine, sensei, thank you.' megumi interrupted his teacher, answering before he could finish. 'i think i'm gonna rest in my room, sensei.'

'he won't dare to touch my omega, right? did he fuck you good, gumi-gumi? that's your name?'

megumi uttered a low mooing, wanted to answer but couldn't: his eyes widened in a fear, inhaling the scent of a teacher.

'he didn't tell you about me? not that i was spying on you, just.. your smell..'

gojo walks closer to his student, approaching his face towards fushiguro.

'he was good, right? i'm just curious, who will fuck you better in your next heat?'

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it's is a little smaller than i expected, but the sequel will obviously be bigger. if you'll like it.

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