#if you are rich and will spoil her with money???? that's an instant yes in her book

[incandescentia]

"You probably mistake love at first sight with horny at first sight" and "love is ultimately transactional" are such a huge arc words for Tsuyu's outlook towards romantic sort of love but that is a story... for another day. She still loves money, though, that is true.

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Cyberpunk Mercenary

A ruthless mercenary and you, his spoilt little catch.

Mercenaries have a reputation for being mad dogs, so pumped up with biochem they can't even think straight. And Yandere! Mercenary is no exception.

Yandere! Mercenary doesn't care who's paying him, as long as he gets paid. He's put down rebels on Titan and toppled governments on Europa - the flags they fly don't mean a damn thing to him.

Yandere! Mercenary who's spent his whole life fighting. Who dreams of gunfire and chemical weapons and burning up in the atmosphere.

Yandere! Mercenary who rolls his eyes when he gets offered his latest job. Kidnap some rich kid and hold her hostage? Talk about easy money. Hell, he can get the job done and still have time for a drink.

Yandere! Mercenary with his prosthetic arm and cybernetic implants. With his lip piercings and neon mohawk. With his bloodstained teeth and sleepless nights.

Yandere! Mercenary who finds you easy enough. Out on a shopping spree in some fancy boutique. Like you don't own enough shit already.

Yandere! Mercenary who almost scoffs when he sees you. You're everything he isn't. Wearing some pretty pastel outfit straight off the runway, your hair dyed so subtly that he knows it must have cost a fortune.

Weak, spoiled little Earthling.

Yandere! Mercenary who follows you down to the parking garage and shoots your bodyguards full of tranq. Non-lethal, his contractor demanded.

Yandere! Mercenary who grabs the back of your neck when you try to run and slams you into your hovocraft. Your shopping scattered all over the floor and trampled under his combat boots.

Yandere! Mercenary who laughs at the way you claw and scratch at him. Normal nails and not titanium claws? What are you gonna do with those, sweetheart? Tickle him?

Yandere! Mercenary who throws you in the back of his hovocraft and hightails it out of there. Shit, this was easier than he expected.

Yandere! Mercenary who ignores all the threats you spit at him. He doesn't give a damn who your mother is or how rich your daddy is. He doesn't care how many people they send after you. He's getting this job done and getting paid and that's all that matters.

Yandere! Mercenary who realises he should have listened when the first team of guards show up. They almost blast him out of the sky and it's only his quick thinking that gets him out of there.

Yandere! Mercenary who swears as he hauls you out of his wrecked craft and through the neon soaked streets of the slum district.

Yandere! Mercenary who grabs your shoulders and shakes you like a rag doll until you confess that you have a tracker in your neck.

Yandere! Mercenary who pins you against the wall and grabs the knife strapped to his leg. Who wraps his hand around your thigh and pulls your leg around his waist so you have no choice but to press against the concrete.

Yandere! Mercenary who carefully cuts the tracker out of your neck.

Yandere! Mercenary who mockingly apologises when you flinch.

Yandere! Mercenary who licks the cut he left behind. Who sucks at the blood until you stop bleeding. Who trails his lips up your neck before pulling away.

Yandere! Mercenary who's titanium teeth glint red when he grins at you.

"Look at that blush. Did ya like that, pretty thing?"

Yandere! Mercenary who loves the dazed, bashful look on your face. Billionaire princess getting all hung up on herself cause of him? Ain't that a sweet piece of irony.

Yandere! Mercenary who stashes you away in a safehouse while he waits for his boss to contact him. Who realises he was wrong about you. Spoilt, yes. Arrogant, yes. But innocent too. Naive.

Yandere! Mercenary who spends hours telling you stories about the colonies he's visited. And you sit engrossed, eating it all up like you've never heard anything so fascinating, instant ramen bowls scattered across the shitty linoleum.

Yandere! Mercenary who watches your fear of him fade a little with each passing hour. Oh, he still frightens you. But your curiosity outweighs that fear.

Yandere! Mercenary who takes every opportunity to touch you, to reach over you. Who loves the nervous little glances you aim at him, the way you blush when he catches you staring.

Cute. And tempting too.

How long has it been since he's had a woman? Yandere! Mercenary who looks at you and wants to sink his teeth in.

Yandere! Mercenary who catches his breath when you grab his hand and ask to go with him.

"Please," you beg. "I want to see the galaxy."

Yandere! Mercenary who knows that he scares you. He ain't easy on the eyes and anyone with sense can see the notched dog tag he wears - one scratch for every kill.

So why the hell are you asking him to run away with you?

Yandere! Mercenary who finally realises the gold you wear is nothing more than a collar and chains. You're a pretty bird in a gilded cage.

Yandere! Mercenary who, for the first time in his career, decides to run out on a job. Who chooses you over profit.

Yandere! Mercenary who grins down at you as he straps you into the copilot seat of a stolen space cruiser. Nervous and innocent and all his to corrupt.

Sure, he'll show you the galaxy. He'll show you the whole damn universe. All from the comfort of his bed.

[kaepop-trash]

Under the Table

It all started with this song and then sort of took on a life of it's own. Gotta love a good monkey brain creation sometimes. This is not edited, or even really thought out for that matter, y'all know the drill. I just needed to get it out of my system so I could move on with my life.

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Tags: Sugarbaby au, (sort of) Infidelity, Rich Brat Johnny

Synopsis: There are a lot of choices that need to be made when you have big dreams. Big dreams require work, sacrifices and time. Most importantly though, big dreams need big bills. That was the decision that led you here.

Mr. Suh was as generous as he was supportive. You had an affinity for business that a self-made man like him could appreciate, he had the money and connections that you couldn't ignore. But it was that spoiled son of his that was an obstruction in your well carved path to success. The son that you wanted in a way you could never want his father.

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Penetration, Spanking, Kissing; Father and Son sleeping with the same woman (Hmm); Risqué public behaviour, Alchohol, Language

WC: 2.4K

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The phone rang in the dark room, making her eyes shoot open. Arms scrambled, letting go of its tight grip on his back. She reached for the object.

His hand came over hers, the weight alone enough to press it down into the mattress— in place. His fingers carded over hers.

"You're on my time now, (Y/N)." He clicked his tongue, voice making her turn to him. His once neatly styled hair fell over his face, shirt hanging open and brushing against her chest.

"Johnny." She tried to sound firm, scolding him. In the back, the phone still rang.

"Try again. With more passion this time." He teased, making her brows knit in frustration. The moment her lips parted, he thrust into her with a clean jerk.

"Johnny, fuck." She moaned, clenching his hand.

"Yes, just like that." He demanded, pulling out so slowly that she whined.

"We have to go." She reminded him, her other hand gripping the back of his neck for dear life. "We're so late."

"I know." He cooed, "But it's just a party, (Y/N). It can wait." He leaned over, kissing over her jaw as he slowly entered her again. "Would you rather I stop?" He asked, knowing the answer already.

She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him in place.

He smiled against her skin, tracing his lips all over her neck, her chest.

"Go faster." She panted, nails digging into his knuckles.

"You feel so good like this, though." His words sputtered as he focused on the grip of her warm walls.

"Johnny," She tried to coax him, "Just a little faster. What good is this if you can't make me feel good?"

He nipped at her neck, "This doesn't feel good?"

She didn't respond for a moment, caught in her own trap.

"It can feel better.” She added carefully after several moments, “Faster." She pressed her legs tighter, demanding more than insisting.

He watched her face as it scrunched closer to the centre, getting more impatient.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, amusement making his eyes sparkle.

"Johnny." She snapped, the hand around her neck slapping his back hard.

In an instant, the glint in his eyes darkened, making her insides flutter to mush.

"If that's how you want to play," He moved back despite her grip. Before she could let out a word of protest, he flipped her on her stomach, "You should have just asked." He landed a single slap on her ass, making her buck forward.

She hissed, feeling herself get wet from the sudden shock.

"Johnny." Her voice was no longer harsh, a desperate plea.

He got off the bed, spreading her legs wider. "Fine, we'll go faster if that's what you want." He lifted her waist higher, "Hands above your head, sweetheart." He ordered.

She did what she was told, his sharp words edging on tantalising.

He entered her without warning this time, both of them moaning loudly.

"What's got you so wet, babe?" He taunted her, not waiting for an answer. 

Once he settled on a pace, Johnny was insatiable. She clawed at her own sheets, trying to find ground while her entire body shook from a mix of his aggressive thrusts and her own muscles.

"I'm going to come" She sighed, picking her head to let him know.

"Finally." He huffed, grabbing her waist harder.

"It's going to bruise." She complained, trying to reach his hand to push it away. Her head dropped back when he snapped his hips. He slapped her ass again, the sound louder than the impact. She wondered if it would leave a mark.

Her body shattered up to her high, a surprised cry leaving her lips. Johnny came almost immediately after, falling on top of her from exhaustion.

She didn't even notice her phone had stopped ringing till the silence felt too deafening. 

His soft laugh in her ear filled the space.

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"Where were you? I called you; why didn't you answer?" Mr. Suh asked the moment the both of them walked in.

"Your son picked me up very late." She pointed behind her to where Johnny stood, still trying to put his hair back in place. The other question was left unbreached.

"He's never had a reason to be on time anywhere." Mr. Suh laughed, kissing her cheek lightly before stepping back. She couldn't tell if it was an excuse or a jab.

Johnny came up beside them, slipping his arm through hers.

"I hope you can teach my son how to behave tonight." Mr. Suh eyed Johnny's crumpled shirt with distaste.

Johnny scoffed, pinching her waist. She bit down on her cheek, stifling her yelp and trying to hide the move with a shift.

"I'll try my best." She sounded distracted, trying to move his hand away.

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Johnny did surprisingly behave. He introduced her to few people and sprinkled in the right praise. She wasn't sure if there was a catch to his kindness.

"So, how did you two meet?" A woman who Johnny introduced as the creative director of the newest popular clothing label asked.

He turned to pick up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, taking his arm out of hers. She tried not to feel too nervous at the sudden lack of physical reassurance. Especially when she didn't even realise his touch was meant to be reassuring.

"We're in the same class in business school." To her surprise, he went with the truth. "She's much smarter than me, so I had to bag her." He laughed, handing her the glass. Adding to her surprise, he slipped his hand over her waist, giving her ass a squeeze.

“(Y/N).” She heard Mr. Suh's voice from behind them— stern. She had no doubt he saw Johnny's action. Despite what he told the woman, Johnny was a shrewd bastard. She pushed his hand off her, excusing herself from the woman.

She walked towards Johnny's father, his impassive irritation fixed on the back of his son's head.

"There's someone you should meet." He looked at her with the usual kind smile.

(Y/N) would have had a fruitful conversation with the Fortune 500 CEO Mr. Suh introduced her to if he hadn't been sizing her up the entire time she spoke. When the man did speak, he only mentioned his upcoming summer vacation before swiftly moving on to a discussion with Mr. Suh.

Stuck in place, not knowing what to do, she started looking around the room. 

She wondered if her discomfort was evident on her face or if it was something else. When her eyes met Johnny's, they were on her; the same dark glint in his eyes that made her stomach flip. Except the frown on his lips, the deep furrow of his brows, made him look furious. She wondered if it was something else.

(Y/N) willed herself to look away when Mr. Suh mentioned her name, talking about her promising stint as an intern at his company.

"And she's a pretty face to have around too." Mr Suh joked, catching her off-guard.

"That's a bold thing to say about my girlfriend." Johnny's arm snaked around her waist.

Her heart fell, beating loudly in her stomach. She turned to him with a panicked look, but he gave her a lazy smile. 

He was drunk, she realised.

"But I don't blame you." Johnny sighed, "She is beautiful." He said with his eyes on her, giving her a soft smile and pushing her hair away from her face. Like he was getting a better look.

"You're a lucky man." The man in front of them commented. Her eyes stayed on Johnny, equally furious and confused.

Johnny scoffed, the dark glint returning. "If you say so, Uncle." He turned to give him a half-hearted smile, pulling her closer to him.

She didn't know what to do, frozen in place as she felt everything she worked for fall apart. She didn't dare turn to Mr. Suh, not even ready to figure out what he was thinking.

Johnny leaned over, brushing his lips over her temples. "Come, there's someone I want you to meet." His breath smelled like whiskey and lemon. She couldn't do anything but nod.

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"Why would you do that?" She hissed, "Your father saw you grab my ass too!" She shrugged him off her the moment they stepped away from the ballroom into an empty corridor. “You always ruin everything.”

Johnny smiled, unfazed. "He's the one who wanted me to bring you here as my arm candy. I was just playing the part."

"You're a god-honest dick." She groaned, her fear coming out as venom. "What if he finds out?"

"About what?" Johnny asked, stepping forward.

She groaned, stepping back from him.

"About what, (Y/N)?" He didn't relent, stalking closer.

She tried to look away from him, to back away from him. But both proved to be futile causes.

"You don't want him to know I'm fucking his pretty little baby? For free nonetheless." He laughed when she fluttered her gaze away at that.

"Stop it." She pushed him, "Your father was trying to do a nice thing for me. You've ruined it. Now you're acting like a child."

"He's trying to find a man that will be willing to take you as a trophy wife."

"No," She defended him, "He's helping me make connections. Because he believes in my potential, Johnny." She groaned, feeling her frustration bubble to the surface.

He hummed, unconvinced. "Every person you were introduced to today, by both of us, will call you starting tomorrow." He slipped his hands into his pocket, giving her a glowering look. "Let me know what they say. Let me know who messages you tonight and who on Monday morning."

He was closer now, walking into her personal space effortlessly.

"Your father is a good man, Johnny." She said weakly.

"The kind of man who hires my classmate as his plaything."

Her entire face soured, trying to push him away again. "Business school is expensive. Not all of us have rich daddies to support us."

"You do have a very rich daddy supporting you, sweetheart." He chuckled. She shoved him harder this time. He pushed back easily just to mess with her.

The move made her lose balance. He had to grab her wrist on his chest to keep her from falling. He didn't let it go once she was steady.

"I'm not judging your choices." His eyes softened, "This is about him, not you."

"You hate him so much, yet you're all set to be the next him." Her face twisted, "Or is that why?" Her eyes held the spite her tone lacked. “Some of us have to carve our own ways.”

The words made the kindness leech from his eyes. Johnny pushed her back roughly till her back pressed against the wall.

"So obedient for him, (Y/N). Why can't you be like that for me?" His hands slid up the high slit on her dress, making her breath hitch. "Because he pays for it?"

She felt rage coat her vision, turning her blind to any sympathy. "He's a better man than you." She said the words she knew would hurt him.

His hand immediately grabbed her face, squeezing her chin between his fingers. He made her look up to meet his eyes, "Do you suck his dick as well as you ride it?" He sneered. "You should show me sometime." He added when she didn't respond.

"You can't afford me, Johnny Suh. Even the money you'd throw my way would be his." Her words, muffled from his hold, were no less scathing.

"Bitch." He came closer, lips inches away from hers, "You'll take what I give you. Who's going to screw you like I do? Like the bad little whore you are." His lips brushed over hers, making her gasp. "Isn't that right, baby? Have you ever said anybody's name like you say mine?" He squeezed her cheeks this time, more gentle but no less insistent. "As desperately as you scream mine?"

She didn't answer him, keeping her enraged gaze locked on his. He seemed unaffected.

"Can he even make you come?" His hand slipped past the slit of the dress, brushing against her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut. "That man only knows how to take, doesn't he?" His lips brushed over her cheek. "There's nothing wrong in taking from him in return. I just want you to see the truth."

"Johnny." She gasped when his thumb brushed over her clothed core.

"Hmm?" He hummed, brushing his lips on the corner of her mouth. She hesitated momentarily, tilting her head to press her lips over his shortly after. Johnny's hand came to her jaw, the other on the wall to keep her caged in. Like he was afraid she'd run away. His tongue flicked across her lower lip, pressing against hers and slowly devouring every crevice. He kissed her slow and deep, taking his time to taste the champagne and fury on her lips.

She was the first to move, pushing him back. He obliged, pressing his lips on her eyelid.

They stood like that for a moment, still like somehow it would make them invisible. Like time would not pass if it couldn't find them.

"I don't think we should do this anymore." She breathed out after several moments. 

Johnny scoffed, "You say that every few weeks." He brushed his lips over her temple.

"I mean it this time. I'm done." She bit down on her bottom lip, afraid that it would quiver. "I can't do this anymore." She tried to move, but he stopped her.

"No, (Y/N) look at me." He urged, trying to grab her cheek, but she evaded it.

"At some point. You'll have to learn to take no for an answer." Her face and voice steeled over, not looking into his eyes at all. "I'm tired of this. I'm not some object you can use to get back at your father." She clicked her tongue when he didn't budge, forehead creasing.

"You're not–" He stopped his voice from escalating. "You don't mean that." He coaxed her, trying to keep her pinned.

"Move!" She snapped, turning to him with untethered rage before looking away just as fast.

"(Y/N)–" He sounded so lost, so hurt. Her face faltered, and so would her conviction if her phone didn't ring.

She reached into her purse, both of them already knowing who it was.

"Yes?" She answered.

"Where are you?" Mr. Suh asked, "It's time to leave."

"I'm just fixing my makeup; I'll meet you at the entrance." She responded, hanging up after.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Johnny said, sounding like a wounded child.

"You don't make that decision for me." She spoke without turning back to him, walking away without waiting for his response.

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Hey love, was wondering if we could get some more mean girl x soft boy with Peter with promts 10 and 37??

Yes!! My favorite, of course, I made reader a Stark too cause spoiled rich mean girl with soft little Peter kills me. Hope you like it!

Requests are still open guys, you can use the prompts or just request whatever you want to, I write for Peter and Tom, love you guys xx

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: Peter wants you to take him to a party, which ends up being nothing like he expected

Prompts

Masterlist

Prompt #10 - “I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to pretty boy.”

Prompt #37 - “You wanna sneak out?”

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It would be hard to summarize (y/n) Stark in any sort of brief, meaningful fashion, she was too complicated for just a few sentences. If Peter had to call her just a few things he’d say she was complex and charismatic. She could be a little bratty, she liked getting her way, but most people still liked her, they still wanted to be around her. She was glamorous, with her designer clothes and nice cars and the paparazzi, she held the whole Stark legacy in a custom made, diamond encrusted pink birkin. Peter didn’t get the appeal of the money or the popular girl front she had at school, he thought the real her was a lot more interesting.

In getting to know her he had found she was actually a lot softer than most people thought, she just took a bit to warm up to people. He couldn’t blame her really, he’d seen firsthand the way kids at school tried to get close to her just for the exclusive invite or a Twitter follow, so he understood her hesitation. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to be popular and famous, why she liked it all so much. It was puzzling to him, but he found both sides of her equally endearing. Even dorky little Peter couldn’t resist the pull of her glamorous life, he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to be closer to that side of her too. He wanted to be the boy on her arm at all the parties she went to, but he had to get out of his comfort zone to do that…

“Yo Parker, you riding with me?” (y/n) turned around to face him as their final class drew to a close.

He nodded, “Yeah, if that’s cool with you.”

“I was hoping you would, I need your help,” she winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stood.

He followed after her, his brows knit in confusion, “What do you need my help with?”

“There’s a party this Friday, dad said I can’t go,” she rolled her eyes, “So annoying, anyways, I was going to ask you to cover for me. I’ll tell him I’m at your place studying or something and you just tell him I’m with you if he asks. I know you're a perfect little angel, but I’ll owe you so big and I promise you won’t get in trouble with him. Plus I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, you know that,” he blushed, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next move, “There is, uh, something you could do for me though…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, “I want to go with you.”

She paused right in front of the limo and raised a brow at him, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She laughed as she climbed into the car, apparently finding the suggestion to be the funniest thing she’d heard all week, “Peter it’s a party with people and dancing and alcohol, I don’t think it’s your scene.”

“Then I’ll sneak out.”

His cheeks flushed and he frowned, “I’ve been to parties, I want to go, you always have fun don’t you?”

“You’ve been to high school parties,” she rolled her eyes, “There is no way May would let you go to this kind of party.”

“You wanna sneak out?”

“I sneak out all the time,” he reminded, “I’m probably better at it than you.”

“Point taken,” she smiled brightly at him, “Okay, why do you want to go out to parties all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, “I might as well give it a try, maybe I’ll like it.”

She hummed, contemplating what to do for a moment, “Okay, I’ll take you, but no dorky t-shirts.”

“What’s wrong with my shirts?” he glanced down at himself with a frown.

“Well I think they’re cute, but they aren’t really party material. In fact I don’t know if anything you have is…”

He blushed at the compliment, “I can just wear a plain shirt then.”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” she smiled, “My arm candy has to match me.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing the Spiderman suit.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you too babe,” she patted his cheek, smiling while his blush spread up to his ears, “Pick you up at 8?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds good.”

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As promised, (y/n) arrived at Peter’s house at 8 sharp, holding a garment bag and dressed in a knee length tan trench coat.

“That’s what you're wearing?” Peter cocked his head in confusion, looking her up and down before quickly adding, “N-Not that you look bad or anything! I-It's just not what I normally see you wear to parties and stuff…”

His mouth went dry and he could only nod as he took it all in, “Y-Yeah, you look great.”

“I’ve got an outfit on under it, I just didn’t know if May would be home,” she pushed the garment bag into his hands with a smile.

“She’s working late tonight, I told her we’re going to the movies,” he shut the door behind her, his whole face blooming red as she tossed the trench coat off.

“Great, I look hot don’t I?” she giggled, spinning so he could admire her full outfit, a baby blue cropped cami and a matching skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt had a slit leading up her right thigh and the whole thing was covered in a slightly darker blue Louis Vuitton monogram.

“I know,” she smiled proudly before gesturing to the bag in his hands, “Well come on, promise you’ll look hot too.”

He swallowed and opened up the bag to reveal a blazer with the same color and print as her outfit, “You don’t expect me to wear just this right?”

She burst into a fit of laughter and shook her head, “No, I was thinking just some jeans and a white shirt underneath, but hey, if you’re really feeling yourself I won’t stop you.”

“No, no, tshirt and jeans sounds great,” he pulled the blazer from the bag, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sang as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Peter was only gone for a second, returning almost immediately dressed per her instruction, “Happy?”

She nodded, “You look great, blue’s your color,” she stood, grabbing the edge of his jacket, “And red, and yellow.”

“You just listed all the primary colors,” he laughed.

“And I was right,” she moved up to his collar, flattening it out for him, “You for sure look best in yellow, but I know blue is your favorite, so I figured we’d wear blue.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t know how else to respond, “So what are we going to do there?”

“Oh come on Peter, you know what happens at a party,” she laughed, her hands moving up to his hair, tussling it slightly, “Didn’t you tell me you went to parties?”

He blushed, “Well one party, and it didn’t go great… I mean it can’t be anything that crazy right? Just like spin the bottle or beer pong or something?”

“Oh sweety,” she clicked her tongue before stepping away from him and slipping back into her coat, “If that’s when you’re hoping for then I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to, pretty boy.”

He went wide eyed, “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, his stomach beginning to fill with nerves, “I guess, I’m a little worried now though.”

“You should be,” she winked, “Not even Spiderman can save you from the night we’re gonna have.”

Her words had put Peter a bit on edge, and had him wracking his brain for every party he’d ever seen on tv. Once they got in the car he tried to drill her on the matter, but she only continued to tease him, never giving him a straight answer on anything, going as far as to tell him they were going to be summoning a demon at midnight. Something he had rolled his eyes at until they pulled around to the back of what Peter had to assume was some kind of club.

“(y/n) are you sure this is the right place?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it just looks sketchy from the back,” she flicked the car off and smiled at him, “Come on, you’re gonna love it here.”

He knit his brow in confusion as he followed her, “You sure about that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, just come on,” she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

He was hesitant as he followed her up to the large metal door, worried momentarily she might have been serious about the demon thing until she opened the door.

“Holy shit,” he swore as he glanced around the giant arcade.

She clenched her hands in front of her nervously, “What do you think?”

There was no party, not even close, in fact the only other people in the building were employees.

“I’m confused.”

She sighed, “I thought it was weird when you said you wanted to go to that party, I mean it’s not really your scene,” she glanced away from him, her normal confidence seeming to fade in an instant, “I don’t know, I kind of got to thinking maybe you just wanted to go because we were going together, and I thought that maybe you’d want to do something a little more personal so I rented out this old arcade,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe that was stupid, the party is real though, we can go to that instead if you want…”

Peter stared at her for a minute, trying to connect the dots, “L-Like a date?”

She nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know, it kind of seemed like that was the vibe.”

“No, no, no,” he grabbed her arms, stopping her from walking away, “I want to go on a date with you so bad.”

“So you rented a whole arcade?” he gaped.

“Oh come on Peter, you already know I’m excessive,” she groaned, “God, this was so stupid, let’s just go to the damn party.”

Her cheeks flushed, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just a little shocked, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t really know what to do,” she fiddled with a piece of her hair, still unable to meet his eyes, “I mean you know I’m pretty sure of myself most of the time, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” he went wide eyed while she nodded.

“I’ve never really liked a guy before, at least no this much,” she explained, “And I mean we can go to the party if you want still, but if you want this to be a first date I just thought something a little more special would be nice…”

A smile spread across his face, “There is nothing I’d like more than for this to be our first date.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “We haven’t even started the first one.”

“Thank god, it would have been totally humiliating if you said no,” an airy laugh escaped her lips.

“There wasn’t a chance of that happening,” he assured, “I can’t really afford to rent out an arcade, but I’ll plan our second date okay?”

“No but you went through all this trouble, I figured you’d want another.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know Peter if this relationship is gonna work I think my ego is big enough for the both of us.”

He laughed and pressed his head to hers, “We’ll see how you feel after I kick your ass at every game in here.”

“There is not a chance in hell you’re winning even one game tonight,” she leaned in just a tad, “But I’ll tell you what, if you do I’ll give you a kiss.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her nose before pulling away, “You’re on.”

[jordanstrophe]

Going Once, Going Twice, part 2

Masterlist

CW: Whump, Pet whump, Slavery, Trafficking, Manhandling, Restraints, Begging, Panic Attack, Death of a relative mentioned

Winola gently brushed through Peter’s hair, with an occasional stroke with her long nails, causing shivers to roll up his spine. He had calmed down and sat in silence, drowning in his own thoughts. He glanced down as his wrists, they were starting to get red and sore, it stung when he moved.

“It’ll go away in a few days.” He heard her say above him. She always seemed to be aware of what he was thinking.

“The auction day is always the worst, but once it’s over, it will get better.” She said, setting the brush down and pulling up a chair. She took his chin in her wrinkled hand, gently tilting it up.

“I’ll be honest. I have mixed feelings about you.” She said, her eyes piercing his. He took a shaky deep breath and closed his eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t panic. Just breath.

“Look at me” 

As commanded, he opened his eyes and looked up at her pitifully.

“You’re a return, but you don’t act like one. You had a master for how many years? Yet you act feral. Are you just scared because you’re somewhere unfamiliar and unpredictable. Is that right?” She raised an eyebrow.

He couldn’t deny it, her every word was true, as he shamefully nodded his head.  “I... I didn’t think he was going to do it. He was in a bad mood at the wrong time and I broke... I broke a mug. It-It was just... It was just a cup. Or at least I thought it was.”

“You’re right. It was just a cup. But the cup didn’t get you thrown out, did it?” She asked. This time, he couldn’t bite back his sob, he was stuck in what felt like an uncontrollable emotional roller-coaster. Probably the closets he will ever get to riding one. “I just want to go home! I don’t want anything else. I-I just want to go home, please! Give me another chance!” He cried.

“Did you think like this when you were with them? Did you truly feel that way before?” She raised an eyebrow.  “No... No I didn’t. But it’s better then here.” He sniffed. Winola chuckled, thumbing away the tears. “That’s fair enough. I want you to know I put you on the right side because I thought you had potential. Most Pets here sell for average, but sometimes some will spike, maybe even a bidding war. I try to pick those out before-hand just to give them some extra attention.” She smiled, gently booping his nose.

“But... But I’m a return.” He looked down at his knees in shame. 

“A return that had a rough start, I think. Who knows, you might get bought by some sweet couple.” She shrugged. She took his hand in hers and inspected his nails. 

“I’m going to give you a run down over what’s going to happen tonight. You’re going to be put up on stage near the end of the auction. If you get bought, you’ll be taken to processing and will most likely get chipped.” She said. She took some warm water and soap in a soft cloth, taking his chin and angling it as she gently washed his face. 

"Just look pretty, and absolutely no crying.” She sternly grabbed his cheeks with both hands to force eye contact. “I’ll try...” He muttered. “That’s not good enough. No trying, no crying. That’s the only advice I can give you. I have to get the other Pet’s cleaned up, so behave for me.” She said, unbuckling one hand, and gripping his sore wrists tightly. “Aah! W-Wait!” He cried, trying to pull his wrist out of her grip. In an instant, her other hand shot a tight grasp in his hair and pulled his head back. 

“Behave. I’m not unstrapping you all the way until I know you can do that. Say it to me.” She hissed. “I’ll behave!” He cried, relaxing his wrist in her grasp. She held him there for a moment, testing his patience, before letting go of his hair and unclipping his other wrist. She shackled his wrists back together in front of him, before pulling him onto his feet by his arm. He stayed true to his word and followed her back into the room and sat him in the corner, but gave him a gentle pat on the head before she left. 

As rough and scary as she was, she was kind of nice about it... He felt her touch lingering in his hair, part of him missed her when she left. Now he was sitting in a dark corner pondering whatever fate he may befall at midnight.

<><>meanwhile<><>

Robert shivered in the wind, pulling his trench coat up around his face. What a complete waste of time, sitting out in the cold, dressed up waiting to go someplace he didn’t want to go. He entered the building and was immediately greeted by warmth and a champagne glass.

‘Ah! Mister McAllen!” The waiter called, handing him a glass. “Madam Winola was hoping to see you tonight. Here for business or pleasure?” He asked.

“Neither, if I’m being honest.” He chuckled, pulling his leather gloves off. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a full beard. He didn’t look like it, but he was filthy rich, but chose to dress in a well used trench coat with some slight torn gloves. 

“Regardless, I’m sure the Madam appreciates your support. Just being here boosts the numbers!” He exclaimed. “Well, I owe her for helping me out. She’s a good friend.” He wandered off to mingle in the crowd. Robert McAllen wasn’t entirely welcome in the industry, as he inherited his wealth from a petty aunt who didn’t want her ungrateful spoiled offspring to get her hard earned money. So she scratched them all off the will and gave everything to Robert at the last second as a spit in the face. Robert however, appreciated a more simple life, but kept up appearance for the sake of his aunt, bless her soul. He felt like she deserved as much, but did it more out of guilt than anything. 

He took his seat far in the back. He was planning to mingle on his phone, as he tried not to look at the faces of the terrified Pets that were being hauled onto the stage one by one. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's auction! Our first item is a new, 23 male, 6,0, bidding will start at fifty-thousand!” A woman on stage announced. Robert really tried to just focus on anything else, but curiosity got the better of him as he snuck a glance at times. Something caught his attention in the corner of his eye, as his attention spiked. Someone sitting further to the side with a bored, but serious expression on his face. He recognized him.

Winola was hanging around the curtain between the stage and the crowd. She peaked out eyeing the audience, before nervously pacing around. 

“Psst! Neal!” She called. One of the tall guards walked over to her and crouched to her height. She whispered something in his ear seriously, her face sick with concern. The man listened intensely, nodding along before she shooed him off, as he disappeared backstage. She looked around the room, before she locked eyes with Peter, who was about to be dragged onto the stage. 

“Wait!” She called, running over and gripped his shoulders, wrenching him to face her.

“Sweetie look at me. Listen very carefully. There’s a man out there called the Baron. He rarely appears, and always, always buys at least one. He hasn’t bought anyone yet and it’s almost over. Whatever you do, don’t get bought by the Baron. Do you understand me?” She shook him.  

“W-wait... I-I I don’t understand, how do I do that?’ He pleaded. 

“Madam, he’s up, now.” The guard argued. 

 “Just-!!!”

 Before he could hear anything else, his arm was roughly grabbed and yanked out the curtain. The room was dark where the audience was seated, but the stage was a spotlight. He could feel his every heartbeat banging against his chest, he couldn’t breath, his vision was blurry. He just wanted to collapse to the floor and be swallowed up, to be taken anywhere that wasn’t here, too have anything happen that wasn’t this.

The room’s chattering quieted down as arms wrapped around his waist and he was hoisted up onto a block on the center of the room. His shackled wrists were clipped to the floor between his knees. He dared a glance up at the glint of hundreds of eyes staring up at him, judging him, measuring his worth. He couldn't do the one thing that was asked of him, as he broke down sobbing. The combination of his panic attack and crying felt like he was drowning in his own body.

“The next item on the block is a rehomed male, 21, 5,7.” A woman in a dazzling red dress rattled off, standing to the side of the block with a heavy clipboard resting in her arm and a gavel in the other behind a desk.

“Bidding will start at fifteen-thousand.” She announced. 

The room fell silent. 

“Eighteen.” A rough voice called. 

The crowd burst into whispering, murmuring amongst each other. It was the Baron. He knew it.

When the Baron wanted something, the Baron got it. 

“Oh Poor kid...” Robert thought to himself. That boy wasn’t going to survive a week with the Baron, who was ruthless and strict. 

“Excuse me, Mister McAllen?” A tall man had somehow slunk his way to him without being noticed. “Erm, yes? Wait, Neal? Is that you?” Robert whispered. “Madam Winola has a request. She wants you to buy that.” He motioned to the young man on stage, who had broken into hysterical sobs. The stage was quietly laughing, and the Baron had an amused grin on his face. 

Robert almost laughed himself at the ridiculous request. “You-You want me to what now?” He quietly hissed back with disbelief. “All she said was I ask on her behalf for you to buy it.” He shrugged. “Wait, Isn’t that illega-'' Before he could finish, the man had slunk away. He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He looked up at the man on stage who was huddled low to the floor on his knees. He could see him shaking even from the distance he was. 

‘’Twenty-thousand!” He called, nervously raising his hand. The Baron’s head snapped back at him, as Robert tried not to make eye contact. He could feel the anger radiating off him. What was he even doing? He doesn’t do Pets, but Winola always had good reasons to do things, and she was taking a huge risk asking this, so the explanation had better be good. One thing was for sure, he made a very powerful enemy this day, but who cared. If he was going to use his money for something, infuriating the Baron was a good way to use it.

“Twenty-thousand! Do I hear thirty?” The women announced.

“Thirty.” The Barron called.

“Forty-thousand!” Robert challenged. Well, too late to go back now.

“Fifty.”    “Sixty-thousand!” 

"Errr.. Sixty-thousand! Do I hear sixty-fi”

The Baron abruptly shot to his feet in an instant. “One-hundred thousand!” He angrily yelled at the women onstage. “Hundred thousand!? I.. Uh, do I hear hundred-te-”

“Three-hundred thousand!” Robert yelled. He didn’t even have entire meaning behind his voice, he was just shouting numbers at this point.

“We have a bidding war!” Someone shouted through the crowd, as they all laughed in unison. 

Peter’s face had gone pale. Tears were pouring down his face, but he couldn’t make a sound anymore. His cries would have been drowned out by bargaining anyway. Was this even real? Was there a mistake? Was there some perfect angel Pet behind him somewhere, while he was just in the way?

“Eight-hundred thousand!” The Baron yelled, his hands in a fists, as his knuckles turned white.

The women on stage looked like she was going to have a heart attack from excitement, or confusion. Robert shrugged, this was already going down in history, so let's have a little bit more fun. He was neck deep already.

“Five million!” He called.

 The room dropped dead in silence. 

The Barron’s face went stone as he looked up at Robert, before slowly sitting down in defeat.

“F-Five... Million! Going once... Going twice?”

“SOLD!” She banged the gavel with a bit too much enthusiasm, there was probably a hole in the desk.  Peter flinched at the sudden noise, but was frozen to anything else. It hadn't really sunken in yet, whatever just happened. He jolted once more as two hands unhooked him from the block, and took both his arms and pulled him up. This was the first time someone didn’t yank him in a direction, and walked with him gently. Except he wasn’t really walking, he was pretty much being drug off the stage.

'Ladies and gentlemen! I think we have a record tonight!" She announced. 

Robert leaned back in his seat chuckling. Ohhh what had he gotten himself into.

Worth it though.

Tag list: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @moose-teeth @ill-eat-you-if-you-cross-me @alien-octopus

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Thank you for reading!

[unheardwoman]

🌙 — ALL ABOARD ! The HMS PROMETHEAN welcomes ( NOÉMIE COLETTE LÉON née ALARIE ) to the expedition in their capacity of ( THE CASSANDRA ). They are ( 30 years old & cisfemale ) and might be painted as ( ANABELLE WALLIS ). When you strike up an acquaintance, address them as ( she/her ). Their deeds on land precede their arrival — people say they are ( protective as a lioness, determined to see things through, and devoted to those who have earned it ) but ( terrified of her own madness, guilty over being a terrible mother, and distrusting of those who desire to be in her inner circle ) when the tide turns. Their purpose aboard the Promethean falls in line with ( returning to France with all of the Agathe survivors in one piece; no matter the cost ).

Her full TIMELINE (tw mentions of depression, postpartum depression, loved one death & mentioned attempt at infanticide.)

WANTED CONNECTIONS (will be up soon)

AYYY YA’LL IS YA GIRL TRIXIE. Bringing you this hot very troubled mama. If you thought you were gonna get a sweet, very maternal, woman oOooOohohoo sit down, my child. In the words of the cinematic masterpiece, Mean Girls: I’m not like regular moms. I’m a cool mom.

PERSONA:

ON LAND: Witty, sharp, vivacious. A wildfire of a woman. Very great with connecting with others, numbers, understanding what people want, what she wants, and how to get it.

ON THE AGATHE, B.S.O (Before the Silent One):  “Work hard, party hard” mindset. She had a reputation for being a very stern overseer. Meticulous about every single thing, every little cost. And additionally to that, she would physically help however way she could. She didn’t have to be as involved as she was but she wanted to prove to every single seaman that she could match them. That she was not just a pretty gilded thing. She became very endeared to the majority of the crew. She knew everyone by name. When not on the job, she was jovial and drank most men under the table. She earned their respect in a short time.

TO THE AGATHE CREW: She is serious faced, with hard eyes that could level you in a glance, but she had made it clear that you are always welcome in her presence. That the icy azure in her eyes can melt into gentle tropical waves in an instant. She has incredible powers of discernment, knowing the perfect times to be hard and soft and who needs what more.

ON THE PROMETHEAN/WITH EVERYONE ELSE: She continues to oversee what (who) is left of the Agathe, protective and observant. She smiles and is polite with most, but she is wary. She naturally distrusts people but she has an urge—a need, now—to gather resources and garner loyalty from those on the Promethean. Anything to get her crew home.

she is basically if you took a wild promiscuous rave/party girl and like forced to become a suburban mom. like do you really expect her to just give up her vices, be the perfect housewife and be happy with that?? come on now

in her younger years, she was quite the hedonist and of the fiesty variety. Because the privilege was real (ya know, because old money can buy you that) and when you already have EVERYTHING what else is there to do besides enjoy the spoils of life, the spoils you did nothing to earn. 

she wanted excitement and pleasure at every moment in time because the truth is she has an undercurrent of nihilism and untreated depression that just make her go: nothing in the world matters. absolutely nothing. so ah what the fuck WHY NOT? hand me the whiskey, give me some laudanum, and let’s fuck until the sun comes up twice. 

but ah all good runs must end sometime right? she gets wooed and (can you believe it) ACTUALLY FALLS IN LOVE with a soft, rich, romantic who is just entranced with her. so she puts all her other lovers on pause to marry him and it is pretty nice

until kids happen.

she has really difficult and PAINFUL (like 12 hours in excruciating labor painful) pregnancies and that untreated depression really comes out to play in postpartum

she isn’t really a good mom to her 3 kids, hires a nanny to deal with them as she joins her father in helping him do business things so that she doesn’t go completely mad. it really starts just so she can get out of the house and not think of them.

she isnt really a good wife in this time either because her husband LOVES their daughters and she accidentally avoids him in avoiding the kiddos.

but on the silver lining: she gets 1 thing to care about. AND THATS THE AGATHE EXPEDITION. It is her baby (yeah i know. ironic) and she likes using her charm, wit, and intelligence to gather the resources to help her father plan it. it’s natural for her and it feels so right 

BUT THEN HER DAD DIES (traitor) AND her eldest brother (who is now the patriarch) is like “k we gon cancel this because no one knows how to man it” “UMMM IM RIGHT HERE?? “yeah but lol youre a woman”

and that really sends her off the deep end. like almost hurt your own daughters deep end.

BUT HER HUSBAND STOPS HER RIGHT BEFORE SHE ALMOST KILLS THEM IN HER MADNESS and is like “oKAY IF I LET CONVINCE YOUR BROTHER TO LET YOU GO TO THE ARCTIC WILL YOU STOP BEING INSANE???” (rip no one cares about mental health yet)

and she says “yes”

and he says “okay shit. fine. go.”

and off she went to the arctic. She kinda put her hedonistic tendencies to the side while on the agathe because she actually cared about this 1 thing. and she wanted to do it RIGHT and to be taken seriously. but she still had little bits of sass here and there. she was a bossy lady, that's to be sure. sometimes, when she was in full Overseer Mode, it was hard to tell who was the real captain of the Agathe.

but then disaster strikes and for some reason, her maternal need to PROTECT HER OWN has come to life. like 5 years fucking late (pour one out for her 3 unloved daughters) 

basically, the agathe crew are her Babies and if you fucking touch them she will smile as she cuts your hand off (metaphorically, not literally). she’s not the violent type. shes more of the, manipulative ‘will ruin you life so you dont want to live anymore’ type. 

also lets not talk about how part of her protectiveness of the agathe crew comes from how she is trying to right the wrongs she committed to her own kids through them. lets not....talk....about.....that

[yfere]

Shipping Calculus! Live updates from C2E64

They say that fire exposes a person’s priorities, but we here at the lab believe that a gaggle of overly friendly moaning demons can also do the trick. Thank you to @softazelma, @fyeahthominho, and @alarnia for helping with data entry! Masterpost here.

+500 to The Mighty Nein/Totally Not Anachronisms. Beau invented the phrase “Don’t shoot the messenger,” and also ravioli, with her hidden chef talent. Caleb, having wheeled and dealed with the rich assholes of the Empire, naturally invented the game of golf during his year at the Academy. And Moro watched only half of the first season of Stranger Things. Don’t spoil her, okay?

+150 to Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf “FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, JESTER, I’ll have you know that Eodwulf who I have never mentioned to you and who was not mentioned in the letter was buff and muscular and strong and so talented whoops that’s not even a physical description anymore but did I mention he was impressive? So if Marion Lavorre meets a black haired blue eyed incredibly eligible and attractive and gifted heartthrob of a man that’s the one you’re looking for BEWARE.” Okay, Caleb. Gone are the days of being content with all the love being directed at Astrid, I see. All right.

+0 to Jester/Beau Well, if an indirect kiss involves drinking from the same water glass, is it an indirect flirt if you both flirt with the same person? Moro became the unlikely receptacle of both these gal’s affections this episode, between Beau’s loud and enthusiastic appreciation of Moro’s criminal hustle, and Jester making sure Moro knows that Jester thinks she’s cute (and that she’ll kill her for lying to them). Beau as usual hyping up Jester’s awesomeness to everyone (in this case Caduceus) who will listen. Shockingly, this episode Beau seems to have acquired the ability to actually fool Jester into thinking she’s fine, which resulted in point loss and meant Caleb instead had to pick up the slack to gracefully get some help for the poor beat up monk. (For him, that’s +6 to Caleb/Faking Injury for Friendship)

-30 to Fjord/Shortcuts Just as when Captain of the Ball-Eater, Fjord is ALL ABOUT running into clear danger if it means shaving one or two days off of a trip. Into the eye of the storm! Into Ground Zero of the Calamity! We care for speed here, not safety!

+18 to Caleb/Jester and speaking of Caleb having a Thing for strong people, how he continues to single out Jester as the Strongest Woman, who even is Yasha, which creates a perfect combination of #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress and #LovesToBeAKnightInShiningArmor between the two of them, as Caleb begs for assistance getting a horse on his moorbounder of COURSE Jester can do this alone, Jester squashing Caleb adorably and staying there for….a length of time while at Moro’s (I guess Caleb is the type to have people sit on his face huh), and Caleb very effectively pulling his “Oh no, I am so weak and delicate I must have a fainting couch to rest upon for a spell” to Jester’s delighted crowing over how weak he is. Caleb as usual thinking Jester’s out-of-the-box thinking with an aerial view is The Best Thing Ever. Jester wanting to get in on the Healing Caleb Action Caduceus has been hogging with a Cure Wounds, what do you mean Fjord is injured too? (#ItReallyDoesPayToBeADamselInDistress). Caleb’s Worrywarting directed at full strength at Marion Lavorre. +4 to Yasha/Cockblocking for Jester bringing Yasha in on the horse moving action. Point loss for Caleb’s Worrywarting creating Jester Worrying and making her lose sleep. Nein! Not okay!

+17 to Beau/Yasha because as we all know mutilating corpses with Beau is a sure way to her big gooey heart. Also, Beau adopting a Striking Pose after striking the enemy dead, and the Gay Power of that alone probably making Yasha’s rage drop, as she struggles to pick her jaw up off the floor and reorient towards combat.

-10 to The Mighty Nein/The Neighbors as they apparently carry a couplea severed heads in plain view all across town on their way to the Xhorhaus before storing them. According to the local Mighty Nein Neighborhood Watch, this is only the third or fourth weirdest thing they’ve done.

+24 to Caleb/Caduceus as Caduceus continues as always to think Caleb is the solution to all problems always with his cool magic and his alarms, though +5 to Cockblocking for both Jester and Beau who tragically remind him that there are other people out there who can also do things. The slip into nearly calling Caleb “Mr. Clay” instead of “Mr. Caleb” is of note, and someone needs to investigate what he’s been writing in those hearts in his journal pronto. Caduceus making Caleb his #1 priority in battle, #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress, with his ray of enfeeblement, healing, attacks, and physically standing over the wizard in a defensive stance to protect him! Batting away attacking bats (while Caleb crawls around collecting guano!). Points taken away because poor Caduceus forgets for a moment that the next brightest thing after his own pink hair is Caleb’s. It’s still romantic if you’re saving people from trouble you sent their way, right? Right? Points gained for asking if Caleb is okay after the fight, and for them both being very dark, between advocating for decapitation and threatening Moro and her employee with decapitation, simmer down a second Caleb.

+10 to Caleb/Vulture Culture. Between Frumpkin’s new shape and getting Those Good Spell Components, our dear Caleb, covered once more in gore and shit and Death, is his happiest self. Hopefully he didn’t ruin his new fancy threads.

+2 to Beau/Hosting as Beau practices Manners and Decorum with a “no, sir” to the attacking demons (#CustomerService). Some mixed messages by following this up with pummeling them to death, but An Effort Was Made.

+4 to Caduceus/Nature as he found a new mushroom! Which will definitely not be a bad mushroom in any way.

+90 to Caleb/Cat-Shaped Creatures. There’s the usual spying Frumpkin rigmarole, but it says something about your love for cats when you’re willing to forgive, nay, even love, suspiciously dog-like behavior of gross licking for affection—so long as it’s coming from a cat. Caleb cleverly disposing of troublesome corpses and feeding his favorite members of the M9 at the same time. Caleb also adorably taking Jannick out for a little run on the Fields of Death, and all the Moorbounders coming in clutch as fighting machines (with some wonderful light-based assistance from Caleb, Support Catster Extraordinare), and somehow remaining unscathed during battle.

+45 to Fjord/Jester. Lips. Made. Contact. With. A. Cheek. That is very cheeky of you Fjord, if I do say so myself. Jessie is said, not once but twice, and Jester gets to be her true #LovesToBeAKnightInShiningArmor self as she saves Fjord repeatedly by murdering the demons attacking him, only getting slightly annoyed that he gets in trouble immediately after she saves him the first time. Seriously though, the amount of Goopy Feelings Jester has for saving this poor man….well, #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress. Point loss for poor Jester failing to look as cool as the knights in the novels as she falls flat on her face with the handaxe strike, but she makes up for it by pounding the creature to death with her spiritual weapon instead, that was totally intentional. Point gains for Fjord being very Pleased with anything and everything Jester got up to, Jester pumping up Fjord’s accent and impersonation skills, contributing to Corpse Interrogation with her own Disguise Self, and the Excellence that was the fake Insta-Death spell the two of them threatened Moro with.

-8 to Nott/Yeza “Tell Veth I love her” does not make up for fucking ditching your husband without a word, Nott, you absolute asshole. Please talk to your spouse.

+13 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester In another great week for this triad, they all prove to be Excellent at Delivering Deceptive Threats, though Caleb is as per usual a little too serious about his contributions (though the other two are uh a bit more on the serious side as well this is a Bloodthirsty Throuple) The Epic Triangle Of Saving Each Other, as Jester rescues Fjord and Fjord hustles to rescue Caleb, followed by Jester’s healing action. Fjord taking joy in Jester falling on top of Caleb, and the both of them being very good about letting the Totally Actually Injured And Not At All Faking dramatic wizard take a short rest for Beau.

+1 to Fjord/Caleb. Most of their points this week were more applicable to Caleb/Fjord./Jester, but the instant “Moro, you got to die” when Caleb Can’t-Switch-Tasks Assassin Wizard suggests it is still very fun. Fjord sort of leaps to Caleb’s suggestions this episode, the ultimate yes-and-man.

+6 to Fjord/Detective Work as he steers the party clear of the Bad Tar Pits, they might have landed in quite a sticky situation otherwise

+20 to Critters/Detective Work, as the cast very loudly run through the Totally Natural Conclusion to the clues provided in the last ep, they Definitely Solved This Themselves, they had No Help From The Internet.

+14 to Fjord/Caduceus. Fjord offers to “loom” over Caduceus’ shoulder and points out that he looks “fleek” like damn, Caduceus, the boy is making an effort for you! As usual they are On The Same Wavelength and good cop/bad cop Moro and co. like pros, no discussion or even a conspiratorial glance required, they know what the jig is before anyone else. Fjord advocating for sending Moro money because that was Caduceus’ plan, no one is allowed to argue. Also being excellent interrogators of corpses together. Fjord is a huge fan of Caduceus’ magical food powers, #MagicalCrush, would “not turn down” Caduceus’ healing, and he kills some bats Cads was slapping around. Unfortunately without the bats Caduceus proceeds to slap a bunch of points out of the ship by saying he “doesn’t care.” That is cold.

+7 to Jester/Caduceus as they do a little awkward dance on the steps to make it around each other, and spending hours annoying everyone else in the party by talking about Cleric Things. Caduceus being impressed over Jester totally lying about being able to talk to dead horses, and Jester going wild over HOW COOL the Corpse Interrogation was. The Clerics Cuddling for comfort when the enemies first attack, since that was definitely what Jester and Caduceus were doing no questions here. Points taken away because Jester’s enthusiasm for Corpse Interrogation sort of glosses over how Caduceus “feels dirty” over the whole affair, they are apparently not too compatible in this area.

-5 to Nott/Yasha as Nott makes a sincere and successful effort to apologize to Yasha for sticking her like a pincushion and trying to be Nice and Supportive with memory games to help Yasha remember the “drow.” But points are drained away into the negatives as Nott goes a little too hard with the interrogation over Yasha having potentially killed people to make orphans (“that’s a cool name” and “Orphie” is terrible and does not make up for this nonsense), and Yasha’s well-received but still terrible allowance of Nott’s alcoholic predilections. They are a wonderful trainwreck to watch.

-20 to The Mighty Nein/Names. As of right now, there appears to be one (1) member of the Mighty Nein in Caduceus Clay who did not at some point either change their name or have some type of Name Angst over what someone else has named them. Though making faces at ‘Ducey might come to count for something, in time.

+11 to Nott/Jester Speaking of Disguise Self Shenanigans, how Nott is the Moro to Jester’s invisible bugbear, making them the logical pairing of the Corpse Interrogation Caper. Jester’s adorable confusion over her nickname being “Little Sapphire” which leads to Nott instantly screeching about how beautiful and perfect Jester is, that lovable dumbass. Nott using the word “shiny” to describe Jester, which seems technically a little odd but says loads about Nott’s affection for the gal, as this is the #1 lover of Shiny Valuable Things in the party speaking.

+8 to Jester/Yasha as Yasha in her sweet soft way also points out how Jester is very pretty and brings up Fluffernutter as a potential badass name that some of the people in her tribe might have been named for. Jester, for her part, directing Worrywarting in Yasha’s direction over how she was recognized and trying to give Yasha control over what they do next and what Yasha wants, though dear Yasha who cannot assert herself to save her life only manages to tentatively say she wants to know what’s going on before saying she’ll do whatever the group wants. (They! Want! What! You! Want! Yasha!)

-6 to Jester/Curtains, which surprisingly don’t taste as good to tieflings as they do to moths. Further experimentation required to determine how delicious they are to goblins, firbolgs, half orcs, aasimar and humans.

-101,019.01 to Critters/Child Poverty. TAKE THAT, CHILD POVERTY! This is how much was raised at the end of the stream, and a deserved kick in the face to all Child Poverty ships everywhere #AntiChildPoverty

[utopianvoices]

bittersweet | k.seungmin

↭ genre: barista au; fluff 

↭ word count: 4.24k

↭ description: Your blind date went to the depths of shit, but was that an entirely bad thing?

↭ a/n: finally a seungmin fic aksdj i always feel some kind of guilt when i don’t see fics under certain members :( it’s also not proofread oops hehe hope y’all like it!! x 

↭ warnings: explicit language

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“Come on, Y/n. Just one date?” your best friend pestered you. “You haven’t been out in that field for months and don’t you think it’s time to move on from Mr. Dickhead?” 

“This is the fifth time you’re asking me this week, and my answer is still no, Minho,” you said calmly, letting out a sigh once again, shaking your head. “You’re making me sigh so much, I’m going to grow older faster.”

Truth be told, you were heartbroken.

It was your first-ever relationship, lasting for about a year and a half when suddenly, said boyfriend wasn’t giving you as much attention and love as before. No calls, no texts, fewer meetups, and more avoidance. 

It had started about a year into your relationship — which you thought to be the happiest time of your relationship, seeing that you had reached the first milestone. But fate had different plans.

Initially, you just made excuses for him, blaming it on practices (he was on the school’s basketball team), convincing yourself that he couldn’t hang out with you because he was too tired after practice. But once off-seasons hit, you were left with no other reason to hold on to your relationship. The truth was glaring in your face, and yet you still decided to put on your pair of ignorant sunglasses and carry on as if nothing was wrong.

The first hit was when you saw him out at a restaurant with his teammates, after telling you that he was not able to hang out with you because he was down with a really bad flu and had to stay in bed. 

It was like the whole universe was trying to convince you to let him go, that he was definitely not worth your time and energy.

You still didn’t let go. 

Years of watching clichéd and unrealistic rom-coms had started to take its toll on the rational part of your brain, the part that was screaming the very obvious and correct answer at you, every time you saw him. You wished you had listened to that part of you, because a few days later, you saw him show up to school with another girl, arms around her waist, looking the happiest he has ever looked. 

Your eyes met from across the hallway, one pair reflecting hurt and the other nonchalance. He felt zero remorse for what he had done, and that was what hurt the most. 

"Am I bad in relationships?” you asked out of the blue, surprising the boy beside you. “Am I going to be single for the rest of my life?” 

“No, Y/n. You’re not bad. You just happened to fall for the wrong person. But trust me, when you find the right one, you’ll have a blast because that’s what you deserve,” Minho said firmly, sending you a slight smile at the end of his little speech.

“You know, you’re not that bad when you’re not acting like a sassy little bitch,” you say, blocking the pillow that came flying towards not a second later, soft chuckles escaping your mouth. “But really, thanks Minho. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Die alone.”

��And, he’s back,” you say, rolling your eyes at your intolerable best friend. “So... Um, what were you saying about that date?”

And as those words leave your mouth, you get the shock of your life, because you have never seen your best friend get that excited.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

Pushing the door to the little coffee shop near your campus, the little bell tinkles above your head, causing a series of “Welcome” to echo through your ears as the workers behind the cafe put on the brightest and fakest smile to make sure you believe that they’re having the time of their lives working long hours after school, and occasionally dealing with snobs just to make sure they’re able to afford basic necessities such as air, water, food, and shelter. 

Walking up to the counter, you are served by a face you had never seen before, considering the fact that you were a regular and loyal customer. If your mind wasn’t occupied with pre-date jitters, you totally would’ve chosen the table at the far right — perfect view, and all — to admire the faces stressing out behind the counter. 

“Hi! What can I get you today?” the boy speaks up, flashing you a smile that almost made you think he enjoyed serving you. 

“I’ll get a vanilla latte, please,” you say, fishing around your bag for your wallet, as the boy in front of you entered your order into the machine. After considering it for a while, you decided to get something for your date as well. “Actually make that two vanilla lattes. And a chocolate chip muffin too.”

The boy nods, adding your extra orders in. “Can I get your name?” he asks, grabbing a marker, tip hovering over the plastic cup, as waited for an answer.

“Y/n.”

“Nice name,” he said with a smile, not looking up at you as he wrote it down. “Here for a first date?”

Taken aback by his straightforward behaviour, you look up, surprised that he had noticed. “Yea, how’d you notice?” 

He moves over a few steps towards the coffee machine, as he starts prepping your drink, causing your feet to involuntarily shuffle towards the direction in which he was moving. 

“Your body language kind of gave it away,” he started, speaking over the loud coffee machine. “Psych major, and all that. Why so nervous?”

Ah.

“It’s because I don’t even know the guy,” you said, and immediately realising how that sounded, frantically added more to your sentence. “I mean, it’s a blind date, of sorts. My best friend wouldn’t stop bugging me to go on a date because apparently, I need to move on from horribles ex’s.”

The boy in front of you nodded understandingly, finishing up your order during your little rant. You were not sure why you opened up to him —a complete stranger. But somehow it didn’t feel forced. On the contrary, it felt almost natural.

“Well, here’s your order Ms. Y/n, and I hope you have a great date!” he said, passing you the tray with your drinks and confectionary on it, nodding with a smile as he noticed you had tipped him quite generously. What? Anyone who listened to one of your rants deserved some kind of compensation. 

Mhm, sure. Definitely not because he was cute or anything. 

You rolled your eyes to yourself, ignoring the little voice that was whispering absurd but otherwise true things in your mind. 

You walk over to the back of the cafe and whip out your phone, tapping on your frequently contacted list and drafting a message to the number at the top of that list.

you: whr is he cat boy: patience, little one. he said he’s reaching cat boy: you’re sitting at the back right? you: yea cat boy: he said he’s there. look for someone wearing red plaid. g’luck be urself  cat boy: but not too much bcs u’ll scare him away you: gtfo cat boy: if he says anything stupid or is mean just sent me a text. he might be sung’s friend, but anyone who messes with my best friend answers to my hammer-like fists you: mjölnir is shaking in thor’s hands

Putting your phone away, you look up, and true enough, you see a rather dashing boy in red plaid, standing at the entrance and looking towards the back of the cafe in confusion. Unsure of what to do, you awkwardly raise your hand, in hopes that he would understand your pathetic attempts in trying to get him to notice you without attracting too much attention. 

Soon enough the both of you made eye contact, a smile blooming on his face as he walked over towards you.

“Hi, I’m Hyungsik! Jisung’s friend,” he said, extending a hand out. “You must be Y/n.”

You reach over and shake his hand, returning his smile with your own, letting out a “yes” to his question. 

“I got a drink for you!” you said, pushing one of the lattes towards him. “I didn’t know what you’d like so I just went with a safe option,”

“Oh no,  I don’t drink coffee from here,” he said, pushing the cup back towards you. “The ingredients are cheap and low quality, my body just won’t be able to accept it.”

Thinking back to the days where you lived off of instant noodles because you just were too lazy to cook for yourself, or when you finished a whole tub of ice cream while watching a movie, you felt your face slowly heat up as you let out an awkward chuckle, hoping that he’d drop that topic.

“Actually I wouldn’t really have chosen this place — not really my scene. I usually go over to the cafe on Main Street,” he continued, adding more and more details about the exquisite dishes they serve there and the ingredients they use. 

Just as you were starting to zone out (something that you should never be doing on a date), another question was thrown in your way. 

“So, Y/n, what is your family like?”

“Uh, so I have my parents and no siblings. They live in-” you started, but got cut off almost right after. 

“Mhm interesting. Do they own any companies or any own businesses?” 

Now you were confused. 

“No they don’t?” you answered, your answer sounding more like a question. 

You noticed the slight fall of expression from his face, as he heard that you were not some rich spoiled brat who got plenty of money from her parents. 

“I see. Because you know, my ex-girlfriend’s parents had this huge company? Really rich people, just like my parents,” he continued, once again falling into a whole ramble about how great his ex-girlfriend was or something like that; you weren’t listening. 

Instead, you were hurriedly typing on your phone, as you just continued to smile and nod at something the boy in front of you was saying. 

you: sos you: can you call me and start crying or smth you: i’m going to kill myself if i hear him talk about how his dog shits gold or wtv you: minhO CHECK UR PHONE ITS A LEVEL 9 EMERGENCY you: ugh you suck

Realising that your best friend wasn’t going to come to your rescue, you resorted to cutting the boy off with the lamest excuse you can think of.

“Hey, can you give me a moment? My hands are kind of dirty after eating the muffin,” you say, slowly getting up even before you could receive an answer. 

“Um sure,” the boy in front of you said, looking slightly perturbed at the fact that someone could even afford to get their hands dirty. Not in his rich household. 

Shooting him a final smile, you walk over to the small sink at the side of the cafe, gripping the sides of the sink as you regulate your breathing, unsure of how to get away from that not-so-amazing date you were having. 

“Need help?” 

Your head whipped up at the familiar voice, as the barista who made you your order stood beside you, tray in hand, as he looked upon you with concern. Who would blame him though — you looked like you were about to enter panic mode any moment.

“I-I, uh-” you stuttered, internally smacking yourself for not being able to form coherent sentences making you look more of an idiot than you already seemed like. But thankfully, someone was able to put two and two together. 

“Bad date, huh?” he said, setting the tray down on the counter beside him and shooting you a sad smile. 

You let out a breath of relief, somewhat happy that you didn’t have to explain yourself. “Yeah. I’m trying to think of ways to escape.”

“I’ve got an idea. Wanna hear it?”

“Colour me interested.”

Smiling at your response, the boy laid out his plans in front of you, making you both feel like you were in another episode of True Detective or something. 

“When you go back there, just make small conversation for five minutes. My shift’s over, so I’ll come there and pretend to be your best friend, saying there’s some emergency. Once we convince him that someone’s dying, we’ll go out the back door and escape from there. Cool?”

“Totally cool.”

With an encouraging nod from the boy in front of you, you take a deep breath and walk towards the dreaded table at the back, as you see your date scrolling through his phone, impatient sighs escaping him every 10 seconds. 

“I’m back!” you say, faking some enthusiasm as you finally take a seat. “Sorry, there was a problem with the... tap.”

Hearing your voice, Hyungsik set his phone down onto the table, smiling at your return. “Ah, you see, that’s the problem with these low-quality cafes. Nothing ever works right.”

And just like that, you both were back to your conversation about how he thought Gucci was better than Louis Vuitton. Not that you could relate, your go-to was definitely plain ol’ H&M.

As promised, four minutes later, you were met with a frantic looking boy, dressed in a dark blue denim jacket and a pair of black jeans. 

“Hey Y/n! I’ve been trying to call your phone for the past half an hour! You’ve got to come with me now,” he said, hands flailing around frantically as you were trying to best to hold back the laugh that was threatening to spill out any moment. 

“Hey....” you started, coming to a sudden halt as you realised something. You didn’t know this boy’s name. But you were not going to let that small setback hinder your whole plan. 

“Hey... Bob! Long time no see,” you say, mentally facepalming yourself for thinking of the lamest name ever. “What’s up? Sorry, I’m just on a really amazing date right now that I couldn’t check my phone.”

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but who cares? You had to milk out the best outcome possible from this little skit. 

“Oh hi. I’m Bob, Y/n’s best friend. Sorry to cut your amazing date short, but I really gotta bring Y/n with me now. Her dog was just admitted to the hospital,” he said, not even sparing Hyungsik, who was now looking extremely confused, a glance. 

“What? I better leave now. Sorry for cutting the date short, Hyungsik!” you said, quickly grabbing your things and leaving before your date figured out what was happening with your terrible acting. 

“Yea... See you-” Hyungsik started, but was left alone before he could finish his sentence. 

You sprint out the back door, as planned, with “Bob” leading the way, falling into a heap of laughter as you were sure the door was closed behind you. 

“What kind of a name is Bob?! Seriously, Y/n?” the boy asked, trying to catch his own breath after the laughing fit. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t do well under pressure!” you defended yourself, wiping the stray tears that escaped the corners of your eyes. “Hey, but thank you so much for helping me out. I probably would’ve gone mad.”

“Anytime!” he said, finally settling down only to warm your heart with a small smile on his face. “It’s Seungmin, by the way.”

“Definitely better than Bob.”

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

As you open the door to your shared apartment, you are almost immediately engulfed in a hug, as this person hugging you chants “I’m sorry” over and over again like some cult leader. 

“Okay, Minho, I got it. You can let go now.”

“I can’t believe I forgot to charge my phone like who does that?” your best friend screeched, tugging at his hair as he looked at you as if he had committed a murder. “I’m a horrible best friend.” 

You roll your eyes at his dramatic antics and grab him by the collar, dragging him towards the couch and throwing him on it. “Nobody died. I’m alive and fine. Phones die all the fucking time. Get your shit together, Lee Minho.”

“B-but...” your friend stuttered, pout already forming on his lips. 

If there was one thing about Minho that everyone knew about, it was his tendency to blame everything on himself. Even if it wasn’t his fault and he had no control over it whatsoever. 

“Enough about that. Are you gonna hear my interesting story or not?” you said, a playful smirk playing at your lips as your best friend perks up at the fact that you were about to share your day with him. 

Nodding his head to signify that he was ready and listening, you narrated that day’s happenings. 

“So, basically he was cute and all, but all he could talk about was how high class he was? And how he didn’t like to enter, and I quote, low-class cafes,” you say, earning an offended gasp from Minho. “And on top of that, he looked disappointed when he found out that I didn’t own some hugeass business or whatever.” 

“Dick.” 

“Mhm, right. That’s when I messaged you and tried my best to get out of the situation, but you couldn’t reply,” you continue, hastily adding on a “but that wasn’t your fault because phone batteries suck,” when you see Minho’s face drop into a slight pout. 

“I had to get out of that place so I just went over to the sink and tried to think of ways to escape when the barista that took my order offered to help,” you say, thinking back to Seungmin’s cute smile. “So he just came over and pretended to be my best friend and said there was an emergency and kind of just dragged me away through the back door.” 

You were unaware of the fact that your face softened at the mention of your saviour, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy in front of you, who was studying your every facial expression since you started your little story. 

“Barista, huh?” Minho started, smirk evident on his face. “Was he cute?” 

You slowly felt the heat creep up your cheeks as you fiddled with your fingers, a sign that you were flustered. 

“Does it matter?” 

“Yes, yes it does, Y/n. It matters a whole lot,” Minho teased, glad that he had grabbed the perfect opportunity to annoy you. “It matters because the blush on your face is giving me many, many indications on how you feel about this barista of yours.”

“Shut your mouth, dipshit. There’s nothing like that,” you counter, desperately praying for the heat to leave your face.

“Whatever you say, m’love.” 

You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, leaving to prepare for bed, as that day’s events replayed in your mind. You weren’t sure how to feel about the barista occupying your mind, but all you knew was that you had to see him again. 

After all, you didn’t manage to get his number. 

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

The familiar ring of the small bell fills your ear as you step foot into the same cafe you were in four days ago. You had actually planned to go the day after, but you were, sadly, a college student who apparently had to go to classes to make sure your grades don’t fall below expectations. 

“Welcome to SKZ ca-” Seungmin started, instinctively, until he saw the person who had entered the cafe. “Y/n! You’re back!” 

“I am!” you say, with equal enthusiasm, as you walk up towards the counter and get your wallet ready. 

“Another blind date?” Seungmin teased, wiping his hands on a paper towel as he walked up towards the main counter. 

“Shut up,” you deadpanned, shaking your head at the boy’s little jab. “I came here for some caffeine because I am currently behind on my assignments and I don’t really feel like repeating this semester. Any drinks to recommend?” 

“Relatable,” Seungmin grimaced, thinking about the pile of assignments in his bag that was locked up in the staff locker. “How about an iced americano? The ice will definitely make sure that you’re wide awake, maybe more so than the coffee itself.”

“Sure, anything to keep me from snoring away on that table,” you replied, letting a tired sigh escape your lips. “I wish Minho was here to study with me, ugh. I hate studying alone.” 

Although that last sentence was muttered under your breath, Seungmin’s ear still caught it, his mind immediately whirring with solutions. 

“I finish my shift in about an hour,” he started cautiously, not knowing what your answer would be. “Maybe, we could study together?” 

You freeze on the spot and slowly look up at the boy in front of you, unsure if you had heard him correctly, but the look on his face told you that you had heard him perfectly well. 

You let out a breathy laugh and nod your head. “Sure, I’d love that.” 

“Great! Drink’s on me then!” Seungmin grinned, fishing out his own card to pay for your drink and the muffin (he took the liberty to add it in for you), and left to make the drink before you could even start to protest. 

You shake your head and walk towards the table against the window, big enough for two people, and set your heavy bag down as you plopped onto one of the seats. 

Not wasting any time, you grab your laptop and your notes, diving right into your assignments, afraid that you’d change your mind and go back home if you procrastinated one second longer. 

One hour later, you’re halfway through your drink and there are crumbs left on the pastry plate, as you hurriedly type away on your laptop, initially not noticing Seungmin walking towards your table, out of his work attire and school bag slung over his shoulders. 

“Move slightly forward and you’ll fall into your computer screen,” a familiar voice rang out, causing you to snap out of your bubble and focus on the boy taking his seat in front of you. “I’m surprised you don’t wear glasses.”

“I do wear glasses, just not often,” you replied, going back to your essay on how Shakespeare had made a change in the world’s arts. Seriously, who cared. All you got out from your literature lectures were that you could annoy Minho by talking in Shakespearean English for a whole day. He definitely did not appreciate that. 

Realising that you were in your zone and that he shouldn’t disturb you, Seungmin grabbed his own pile of worries and got to work, the fatigue of working a four-hour shift after school slowly catching up to him. 

Three hours later, and you finally stop tapping away incessantly on your computer, leaning back in your chair and stretching your arms above your head. 

“Hey Seungmin, I’m do-” you started, but abruptly cut yourself off as you see Seungmin’s head resting on his hand, eyes closed as he let out even breaths, indicating that he was fast asleep. 

Seeing that he was exploring dreamland, you took this opportunity to admire the boy’s features, in a non-creepy way, of course. The way his left cheek was slightly chubbier than his right, and the little mole on his cheek, or even how brown his eyes we- Wait. 

You shouldn’t be able to see the colour of his eyes if he was sleeping. 

Just like that, you stare into the eyes of the cute barista in front of you, unable to tear your gaze away, even as colour rushes to your cheek as you realise that you have been caught admiring him. 

“Take a picture, Y/n, it’ll last longer,” he said, not passing up on the opportunity to tease you even though it had been less than a minute since he was awake. 

“I-I wasn’t staring,” you started, immediately falling into defensive mode, as embarrassment took over every cell in your body. “I was about to wake you up, okay.”

“Sure,” he humoured you, but not stopping the smile that was spreading across his face. 

“Oh, look at the time! It’s time for me to go back!” you said, frantically packing up your things as you wished to get away from the cafe as far as possible until you were sure that your heart wasn’t going to burst. 

But just as you were reaching for the last piece of paper on your desk, a hand stopped you, forcing you to look up at the boy who’s eyes you had been avoiding for the past few minutes. 

“Um, do you think we can do this tomorrow?” he started, eyes darting around everywhere except your eyes. “But without the studying?”

You could feel your heart abruptly stop, as your mind slowly processed the question that had just left Seungmin’s mouth. Was he implying what you thought was implying? The only way to find out was to ask. 

“Like a date?” you asked, voice small due to the lack of courage. 

“Like a date,” the boy confirms, eyes finally meeting yours, as he awaits your answer. 

It hadn’t been long since you met him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that something was blossoming between you, whether it be a strong friendship or something more. And you were willing to find out.

“Let’s do it.” 

∞ end ∞

[yoonglegurt]

Yandere BTS Sugar Daddy AU - Our Kitten~

Anon asked - Hello can you do a bts yandere sugar daddy au??

Details-

2.2. If it's an imagine, can I do all of them in one plot, as in they're all your sugar daddies but they've decided to share you? Or would you prefer it to be sort of like an reaction template with the members separate, or something else?

Where they all decide to share

The gender can be female and the scenario type can be up to you. Thank you again. Your blog is a goldmine and I just love you soo much.

I hope you enjoy, my sweet anonnie~ I love you way more~

You, were a lucky woman.

It's great luck to get a sugar daddy, even better luck to get a hot sugar daddy, but you had reached the peak with seven hot sugar daddies, plus ones that seemed to like you for who you are, not just your body.

Seven rich billionaires, CEO's, apparently held large enough interest in what you thought was your measly body, ready to fight with all they had to have it as theirs. You had grown to be interested in them as well, and honestly, which broke college student would say no to one, or several, sugar daddies, so you just begged them to get along and share, which they weren't used to but were ready to try to have you at least partly as theirs.

After eight, long and detailed contracts, you officially belonged to the seven as their baby girl, kitten, doll and any pet name they wished to use and were sure you'd like (an actual point in the contracts). The seven men had decided to purchase a fucking castle, feeling like a measly mansion wouldn't be extravagant enough, and all eight of you fit comfortably in it.

The only two problems you all had in your relationship were you and them.

The problem (well, you didn't see it as a problem, *insert huffing emoticon*) with you, and partially with the boys was that they refused to actually use you for what the contract stated you'd mostly be used for, sex. You had sex, yes, but it was extremely rare and they preferred to just spoil you, and you were not okay with that. You did your best to repay them, and that meant cleaning and cooking, and they weren't on board, stating your precious body was only meant to be worshipped, not to work, and the only people who could introduce it to possible harm were the boys themselves when punishing you. Eventually, everything that could be used to clean or cook was hidden away, and only the maids who came over had access to them.

The problem with the boys was that, even if the contract strictly stated when which man would have you all to themselves, they still wanted you when their time had ended. This often resulted in fights and arguments that you'd have to split apart, usually by a kiss to both of the arguing members, which then ended in the others being jealous of not getting kisses and the day would end with a long cuddle session.

This was one of those days.

You sat in the humongous living room, lounging around on the couch lazily. Well, you didn't have anything to do. You didn't feel like shopping, it seemed like everything you could do on any of your many electronics was already done, you weren't allowed to cook or clean. It was boring as hell.

Yoongi walked downstairs. Today was technically Jungkook's day, but he had several meetings and a lot of work in general, so it meant it was a first come, first served type of day, the catch being that all of the other boys were swallowed in work as well. Yoongi was often the one to be most often stressed about work, his obsession with you not lightening no matter how many hours he worked, meaning he got more restless and restless the more he had to be away from you, resulting in anger and a ton of breaks. This, was obviously, one of his breaks, no matter how possessive Kook was with his days.

"Kitten, come cuddle daddy, will you?" Yoongi smirked. They had actually trained you very well. You were all obedient now, the result of a lot of punishments you had received, as evidenced by your form immediately shooting up from the couch and speeding to Yoongi, the man's smirk widening when he was enveloped in your warm hug. "Hi Yoon. Tired?"

"Always, when I'm not with you." Yoongi smiled at you, pecking your nose. Usually, a sugar daddy - baby relationship was more business like, money in exchange sex and company, but you were basically in a poly relationship with the seven, just getting way more gifts and care than normal relationships.

"Awh, d'you love me that much?" The eight had already established the seven harboured romantic feelings for you, and even if you still weren't sure you wanted an actual relationship with them, or returned the feelings completely, you were up to letting them shower you with love and affection.

"Of course. Now come on, I want cuddles." Yoongi picked you up with no trouble at all, walking back upstairs, but passing his office, instead choosing to enter his large and spacious bedroom, throwing you down on the bed, then closing the door, pulling off his shirt and jumping in next to you, immediately collecting you back in his strong arms.

You had learnt about how spontaneous the boys were, liking to cuddle literally wherever, so you had just turned to wearing night dresses and pyjamas everywhere around the house. The boys never allowed anyone over either way, and you weren't allowed outside the premises of the castle anyway, only being allowed to enter the yard and garden with the supervision of a staff or preferably one of the boys themselves, so there was no point in dressing up all nice and fancy, except on the days where you wanted to spoil yourself a little or give the boys a treat.

You just smiled, wrapping around the short, but still taller than you boy tightly. "Missed you. Was all bored without you all." Your small voice echoed in the quiet room, the only other sounds being Yoongi suckling on your neck lightly. "Our lil baby missed her daddies, huh? Must've missed me especially, right?" Yoongi smirked again, teasing.

"Yoon, you know I'm not allowed to say I have a favourite, even if I have one. You'd end up teaming up and killing my favourite, just like how you did with Bobby. " You pouted.

"Don't mention that scummy butlers name. He was idiotic for trying to flirt with our baby. Plus, he might not be dead." Yoongi shrugged, but his voice was much more cold now.

"Sorry for mentioning him, Yoon. I know you didn't like him, but I had fun talking with him when all of you were busy like today." Your voice had turned much more quiet and soft now that you had heard the decrease of warmth in Yoongi's voice.

Yoongi sighed, but before he could calm you, the door burst open, a seething Jungkook appearing. "Mine." He growled lowly, storming over and ripping you out of Yoongi's arms, a cold glare being sent at Yoongi. The rest of the boys, gasping for air, stopped at the door to Yoongi's bedroom.

"We'd protect you so Jungkook doesn't accidentally pummel you to death, but you broke the rules, again, so can't save you now. This is a third payback to when you stole princess when it was my turn." Namjoon shrugged.

"Don't worry, pumpkin," Seokjin warmly smiled at you. "Gukkie won't harm Yoon, at least not today and with you present. He's got you in his arms now, he's currently not sane enough to comprehend anything else but you." He calmed you when he saw the panic you were in at Namjoon's words, still in Jungkook's muscular arms, the overgrown muscle pig sniffing and nipping at your neck, trying to get Yoongi's scent off and his on.

You calmed down slowly, Jungkook letting out a content sigh when he noted the fact, the boy still being a little bit out of it. "G-gukkie?" Your soft voice calmed Jungkook even more. "Mh? Want cuddles? Kissies? Gifts? You must want gifts, right? Taehyung, get baby everything on the future gift list this instant." Jungkook brightened at the attention you gave him, even if it was tiny.

"Baby girl, Kookie had a hard day at work today, he will be a little crazed all day. We'll lock you both up in Gukkies room, okay? Just in case you make a lil mistake and he goes psycho." Hoseok smiled, wanting to pet your hair, but refraining himself at the murderous glare Jungkook sent him.

"O-okay..." You mumbled quietly. "Gukkie, can we go to your room? I want comfy cuddles."

Needless to say, you got very comfy cuddles that day.

And this happened on the daily, really. Wether it be Jimin stealing you on Namjoons turn or Taehyung taking you out when it was Seokjins day, the boys couldn't control themselves when thirsting for you and your sweet attention all on them. It wasn't often all seven shared you at the same day, it usually only happened on the Most Special Day Of The Year Number One or Number Two, your birthday or the day where you signed all eight of the contracts.

On your birthday, they accompanied you outside of the premises of the castle to let you meet your friends and family for a whole day. You were allowed to hug your brother and kiss your mother and father. Everyone thought you were just a very lucky girl who was in a lovely relationship with seven, rich men, and although you were, the relationship was also abusive, but the boys didn't let anyone know that. For all they had to know, you were their obedient, small girlfriend, and they could wander for eternity why you immediately jumped to sit in their lap when one of them leaned back and gave the lightest tap to your thigh, or why you shivered and had a look of fear when they whispered words similar to 'room, whip, blood, never meet' in your ear when you hugged your brother just a little bit too hard.

On the Most Special Day Of The Year Number Two, you were pulled inside the Bed Room, a room in the castle which had nothing but a huge bed which covered almost the entire room, and a wardrobe which contained pyjamas, water, and three boxes full of sex toys. All seven of them took turns absolutely wrecking  your tiny body, usually ganging up in teams of three or four and taking you at the same time. All eight of you loved the event, but the boys had too much trouble containing their jealousy on other days to comprehend the idea of sharing your body.

There were, of course, also days where they decided to share. It usually consisted of all seven teaming up to spoil you with expensive clothing and made you model it for them, taking pictures and posting them to the instagram account they made just to make everyone jealous of the woman they worshipped, or ordering food from the most luxurious restaurants, feeding you with 79$ worth dekopon and 1.4 million dollars worth Strawberries Arnaud. Of course, you never knew the cost of the food you were fed, even if the pizza cost a thousand dollars, but you could guess from the gold leaves covering it. You just sighed and allowed yourself to be coddled and fed. If that was what they wanted, you weren't going to refuse.

And that was how you spent your days. When you finished college and had literally no reason at all to stay in the contract, the boys proceeded to put the castle into lock down and refused to terminate the contract which stated it would exist as long as a ending contract wasn't signed by your contract. If you had decided to give yourself to them at your worst, they would deserve to have you for themselves forever, no matter if you wish to stay or not.

Maybe, just maybe, you weren't so lucky to have seven sugar daddies who seemed to have real feelings for you. Maybe.

[just-castlevania-imagines]

Another Date - Stripper!Alucard x Reader -

“You? You canceled your appointments?” Trevor asked seriously, the blonde simply nodding. Alucard detested talking about work in public, especially in somewhere like a coffee shop, but it was unavoidable.

“Yes. I would like to go out with Y/N tonight-“

“You canceled the single best paying bachelorette party in town.” Trevor said, with a slight chuckle. “It’s not every day that Carmilla gets married. She’s the most posh fucking spoiled rich fuck this town has.”

“Spoiled is accurate.” Alucard said with a disgusted look. “She was not happy I canceled.”

“Oh man, did you tell her you’d rather be out with another woman?”

“God no, can you imagine? I told her I forgot I made a previous engagement. She doesn’t need to know what it is, that’s my business.” He said, chuckling as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Trevor noted the low buzz and raise a brow.

“That her calling?”

“No, it’s my mother texting. I told her how my date went and she’s asking when they can meet her.”

“Oh, things are getting serious.”

“Yes... Belmont... I have a favor to ask.” He grinned slyly, leaning over the table.Trevor seemed skeptical but nodded.

“...Yes?”

“Tell me... How is...Your Restaurant doing?” He asked with a genuine smile.

“...I’ve got the most popular restraunt in the city...Booked solid through November-”

“I need a reservation-”

“Do you have any fucking idea what you’re asking?”Trevor asked quickly. “I am booked-”

“You owe me. I did Sypha bachlorette party for free. Do you have any idea how much I normally charge-”

“Not as much as a fucking table at The Belmont Trove you little-”

“Trevor, Please.” He begged, pushing his coffee to the side. “I need this night to be perfect. Money is no object.”

“It’s not the money Adrian,” Trevor sighed. “How am I supposed to make room for you for the reservation?”

“You do it for you and Sypha all the time. How do you do it with that?” He asked, making Trevor giggle nervously.

“I move a couples reservation to the next month and when they show up I inist they made the reservation on the wrong day-”

“Underhanded but I like it..So..?” Adrian started, his eyes pleading with his friend to work with him. Trevor put his hands up, conceeding to his friend.

“...Fine. I’ll pull some strings.”

Thank you.”

-----

“How on earth did you get reservations for the Belmont Trove?” You marvelled, looking at the grand vintage entrance. The Chandelliers under the outside awning screamed lavish. Adrian’s suit on it’s own had to be worth ten times the one you decided to wear.

“I know the owner. 25th Generation restauranteur. The Belmont’s have been cooking for centuries.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m really not.” He nudged you, both of you giggling a bit as you approached the podium. The son of the Tepes family was always greeted so warmly by the staff.

“Good Evening, Mr. Tepes... And who is this beauty, may I ask?”

“With any luck, a future Mrs. Tepes.” He joked, holding onto your hand. You looked away nervously, unable to hold back a smile.

“She’s lovely. This way, Mr. Belmont has urged me to give you a special table.” The Maitre d began to lead you both but Adrian looked puzzled.

“...Special?”

----

Adrian was guided through the restaurant floor and you were in awe of the exquisite decor and patrons. You felt almost out of place. While you were amused Adrian looked everywhere in search of anything that may seem special. The empty table looked normal to him, situated not far from some decorated booths. He then noticed Trevor and Sypha at a small table to the left of his own and groaned. He calmed. That’s fine.....but then..

Adrians eyes widened and he tugged on your arm, urging you to stop walking.

“...Adrian? Is everything okay?”

“...Fucking, Trevor-”

“Adrian what’s wrong?”

“...Y/N, I lied.” He said quickly, taking both her hands and whispering to ehr as discretely as possible, You were stunned but..confused. 

“What are you talking about.”

“I Did have plans tonight. I canceled them because I’d rather be with you.” You smiled, touched that he’d risk something like that but it failed to explain his sudden fear.

“What does that have to do with the table?”

“...Because that booth in earshot of our table looks like it’s where they decided to go when I canceled... That’s the woman I canceled the appointment on short notice with...Carmilla”

-----

You both were able to order in peace, Adrian sitting with his back to her booth. You tried to keep everything light, doing your best to make Adrian smile but out of the corner of his eye he could see Trevor just waiting for shit to go down.

“...I’ll kill him for this.”

“Adrian, relax,” You urged, reaching for his hand and rubbing it with your thumb. “We can still have a great time.”

“I’m sorry about this.” He apologied, embarrassed that any of this happened, “I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”

“You try to hard.” You said simply with a laugh. He was a little shocked to hear that. “You don’t need to wine and dine me. We could have ordered chinese food and watched bad movies. I just like spending time with you. If you had to work, that’s okay. You could have come over after, stayed the night at my place.” You said the last part nervously, making you both a little flustered.

“..So..Maybe we could do that next time?”

“How soon is next time?” Your flirty inflection made him shudder, the dork had to breakeye contact simply to keep talking.

“..Well..since you don’t care if I have work...I could stay the night...tomorrow? Unless you’ve had enough of me this week.”

“That’s impossible.” You both shared a laugh, Sypha and Trevor looking on and smiling a little.

“Oh Trevor,” Sypha started. “They’re so happy.”

“I almost regret setting him up...”

“.....Setting them up-?”

“Alucard!” Trevor called from his table, getting the attention of a coupld people. Adrian froze, hearing his stage name. He wasn’t the only one to do so.

“That little bastard.” Adrian said quietly. You simply stood there, watching the lady at the table behind Adrian suddenly stand. He could feel her eyes on him as she approached the table yet he tried to remain calm.

“...Alucard.” She said firmly. He didn’t respond, closing his eyes and trying to keep his temper in check. “Alucar-”

“That is not my name.” He said simply. “My Name is Adrian Tepes and you are ruining my date.”

“Oh am I?” She said sarcastically, scowling down at the man that refused to turn and look at her. “Well, you ruined my ladies night-”

“You seemed to find new plans rather quickly.”

“I was planning for your little show after me and my friends had dinner-”

“Keep your voice down-”

“So you don’t want everyone in this restaurant to know You stood me up!” She yelled, making the entire atmophere break. “You were just supposed to come over to my house and wave your dick around, the easiest fucking job in the world,” Alucard suddenly turned around, glaring wickedly at the woman. “But no, you stood me up for this homely little nobody.” You gasped, your waiter approached caustiously and simply put your wine glasses down and getting the fuck out of there quickly. “You know what, I will NEVER hire your services.”

“I really don’t care.” He admitted, further pissing her off.

“You fucking smarmy little man whore!” She shouted, making the entire restaurant just watch. Trevor was covering his mouth, feeling slightly guilty and your blood fucking boiled hearing her insult your man like that. Adrian looked so defeated. So embarrassed.

You didn’t fucking hesitate.

You picked up both you and Adrians glasses of wine, tossing it in her face in an instant. She let out a short scream and back up, looking up at you furiously. You put the glasses down, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

“He Said: You’re ruining our date!”  Trevors mouth dropped opne, Sypha slapping her hand over it to keep him from laughing and Adrian was just fucking stunned. “Adrian, We’re leaving. I’m not going to stand here and listen to this prissy little soon to be rehab queen insult the man I love.” He didn’t even have a minute to respond to that as you grabbed his hand and began to walk out of the restaurant.

---

“This night.....was terrible,” Adrian started, patting his hair with a towl as he walked out of your bathroom. You just sat on the edge of your bed, swinging your feet off the side. “Why on earth did you throw wine at her?”

“....Solidarity?” You offered, making him break into a laugh.

“...You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I know but.. I wanted to.. You mean a lot to me Adrian.” he smiled, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. His smile suddenly turned to a smirk and he leaned on your shoulder.

“....So... You said you loved me-”

“Nope, Pretty sure I didn’t-”

“Pretty sure you did-”

“Why would I say that!”

“Probably cause you love me-”

“You were caught up in the moment-” He cut you off by pushing you onto the bed, crawling onto you and hovering over you. You just laughed as he peppered your neck with kisses. “S-Stop-”

“Tell me you love me-”

“NEVER”

“Then I won’t stop-”

“That sounds like the opposite of a problem.” He rolled his eyes, rolling off you and staring up at the ceiling. You both let your laughter die down, just staring at the ceiling fan making it’s rounds. Eventually, it put you both to sleep.

-Mod Alucard

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

(Minor Spanking, Minor Fondling, Angst, Flirting.)

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Chapter 4

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You’re a more than a little disappointed when for the next few days, Erik straight up ignores you as best as he can. What really grinds your gears though is how he pretends he can’t see how pissed off you are, no matter how much you show it. You hate it. The feeling of not getting your way. You always got what you wanted, be it through your fathers money or through your charms. Hell, even threats worked in your favor. But Erik was immune to it all, and that was really frustrating. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Yeah, he’s your bodyguard and he kinda has no choice in that but you craved it in another way. You wanted him to want you like everyone else did. It was the first time in your life someone didn’t react to you as everyone else did and that was beyond annoying.

Your yellow acrylic nails tap rhythmically against the table in front of you. You pop your gum loudly, ignoring the way customers seated in the fancy restaurant you were in flinched, glancing at you occasionally, disgust in their eyes. You glare at a particular woman who whispers to her husband about you and she stiffens and turns quickly back to her meal. Unbeknownst to you, it’s Erik’s glare from behind you that spooks her. You uncross and cross your legs under the table, getting impatient. Your father and his ‘wife’ were supposed to be at the table with you, but they both had to mysteriously use the bathroom at the same time.

The two come back to the table giggling, your fathers usually pristine hair a mess and his ‘wife’s’ face flushed. You roll your eyes, irritation rising in you and slight embarrassment due to the fact that Erik was here to see all this.

“Jam, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting to long. The line was... absurd.” Your father says, a guilty smile slipping into his face.

You love your father, so to keep the peace, you smile back at him and nod. “It’s no problem, daddy.” You reply sweetly.

He smiles back in satisfaction, his hand coming up to caress your cheek to which you beam at him. Your stepmother watches on with narrowed eyes.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat, bringing up a napkin to dab at her lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes and look at her.

Delores Manchester. At least, she used to be Manchester. You refused to acknowledge the fact that you both now shared the same last name. The woman was the devil in disguise. Your father had married her about two year ago and she would be another on his very, very long list of ex wives. Normally, you would never have bothered yourself in whatever new gold digger your father married, knowing they’d be around for a year at most, but Delores had lasted, and not only did that make you worry, but there was also something about her. She’d always sneak off to make phone calls, or disappear for days on end telling you father she had a business trip (obvious lie because what ex-model goes on business trips). Something about her was off, but in all honesty, you didn’t care enough to investigate. You just didn’t like the bitch, period.

“So, Jamilah honey-“

“Don’t call me honey.” You say interrupting her midsentence.

She falters and her eyes momentarily become cold but it’s just for a second, and then she’s beaming at you in that fake stepmother way stepmothers do when they’re trying to impress their husbands. Your father silently watches on, too pussy to say anything to his new wife.

“Ahem, Jamilah. How is everything with the business?” She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

You immediately get irritated. You had a side business running. A hair salon. The problem is that for some strange reason, it was like god didn’t wanna see you prosper, so there was always something wrong with the store. Mysterious fire. Robbery. Hell, y’all even had a lice outbreak once.

“It’s great. Business is booming.” You reply smugly.

A flash of amusement blooms in Delores’ eyes and you narrow yours at her for a second. It’s gone though. She nods with a plastic smile.

“That’s wonderful. About time really.” She says, a deeminging smirk on her face.

You feel your blood boil. “Excuse me?” You ask, finger digging into the table.

“I mean, some would say this idea of yours is the literal definition of insanity. All signs point to this... facility, of yours failing, and every time something heinous happens, you build it up from scrap again. I’m just worried as your mother, that’s all.” She states, all the while smiling and sipping.

You see red and you move to get up, but a hand on your shoulders sends you right back down to your seat and firmly holds you there. You turn around and see Erik looking at you with a cautious look, and you turn back around after taking a deep breath.

“Firstly, you’re not my mother. Second, don’t be worried about me and my business, we’re fine. Worry about how much longer your gonna keep your claws in my father cus from what I’ve seen over the years, your time is running out.” You reply, hate spewing into each word that comes from your mouth.

Your fathers hands slam the table. You jump and look at him. The whole restaurant has gone silent, and your father looks at you with anger in his eyes.

“That is enough. She’s asking because she cares Jamilah. Don’t you see that?” He asks, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes.

“But daddy, she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jam.” He interrupts. You fall silent, and Erik’s hand on your shoulder softens, almost comforting you.

Tears well in your eyes and you get up from the chair, the sudden movement making Delores jump. You glare at her then at your dad before snatching up your purse and practically running out of there. You run to the main entrance and exit, then whip your phone out and call your limo driver. You wait for the limo not even noticing Erik behind you.

He clears his throat, not liking the awkward atmosphere. You turn around and see that its him, and a wave of anger comes over you. You dont mean to do it, but you immediatley take your anger out on him.

“What the hell makes you think you can touch me? What was that in there? You seem to forget that I’m the one who fucking pays you. I’m the one who lets you have food on your fucking table. Keep pissing me off and I will fire your ass faster than you can say ‘oops’.” You yell at him. At the end of your rant, your panting loudly.

Erik’s face is blank, and bored with the lack of reaction from him, you turn away from him with a huff. Behind you though, Erik silently seethes, and it takes the strength and patience of his ancestors not to each you the lesson you so deprately deserve. The limo pulls up and you step in, sitting far away from Erik. Erik enters and sits, still not speaking.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Your driver asks from the pane that seperates you from him. 

“Anubis. Step on it. I’m tryna get drunk tonight.” You reply with an eyeroll.

You hear a scoff next to you and turn your head just as Erik speaks.

“No you not. Straight home, Reggie. Thank you.” Erik says, then closes the pane.

You stare at him baffled. “Um, ex-fucking-scuse me? I said Anubis and I meant that shit.” You seethe, leaning forward to open the pane. 

Eriks hand stops you, yanking you back to your seat. You gasp when your butt makes impact with the chair and turn to look at Erik. 

“Sit down and shut up. You’re going home.” He says then looks away.

You’re reaction is instant. You hand collides with his cheek hard, a smacking sound resonating through the back seat. Your palm stings from the contact, so your sure Erik felt it. He doesn’t move for a second, just staring ahead, then his head turns towards you. His hand moves to the pane and opens it, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Reggie?” 

“Yes?”

“When I close this, this shit becomes sound proof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aight, just checking.” The hand on the pane shuts it, then moves away.

In a sudden movement, Erik grabs you and you squeal as your sent sprawling over his lap. You bring your arms to brace yourself while asking what the hell he’s doing, but those arms are grabbed and yanked behind you, held securely against your back by one of Erik’s hands. You struggle and kick, but it’s useless.

“What the fuck? Let me up Erik!” You scream, feeling your face go hot from both the position your in and rage.

“Shut up.” He says, calm as can be.

You buck and fight, trying your hardest to get free from this man.

“You can’t talk to me like that you fucking bitch! Let me go right now! Erik, right no-“

Smack!

All thoughts in your head halt, as do the words leaving your mouth. It takes a second for you to register that the loud smack you heard and the stinging pain on your ass correlate. You look at the black leather car seat in shock.

“When I say something Jamilah, I mean that shit.” He grits, repharasing your words in a way that would usually leave you seething, but you’re in too much shock to react.

Seconds go by without you saying anything, but then common sense seeps back into you.

“Erik, let me up.” You say, and it borderline sounds like your begging because you didn’t mean for your voice to be that soft.

“No. Now shut up.” He repeats.

Your anger flares again and you put your head up to say something but another slap lands on your ass and all that leaves you is a gasp of pain.

You lay there silently for what seems like forever but is only a couple of seconds, and what brings you back to your senses again is the feeling of Erik pulling your skirt up.

“No wait!” You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to go free again.

He ignores you and pulls it up anyway, leaving your black lace panty covered ass on display. You whimper and struggle again, but it’s futile, so you give up, slumping against him.

Your breath hitches when his fingers are suddenly against your clit, your panties the only thing blocking him. You want to yell at him and ask him what he’s doing, but what leaves your mouth is a keen of need instead. His fingers don’t move much, just pressing slightly over and over again, and he’s so quiet, you don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

Erik watches as your thighs spread open more, as if inviting him. That, and the sound of his name slipping from your lips in an airy, hungry tone snap him back to reality. His hand moves and your skirt is pulled back down.

Your hands are realeased and your pushed back up. Your eyes try to meet his, but he’s doing everything to avoid yours. You stare at him for a moment, your hands fidgeting, and as you open your mouth to comment on what just happened, Reggie’s voice fills the back.

“We’ve arrived, Madam.” He says.

You glance out the window and see people walking in and out of the building you reside in. This is usually a normal sight, but what makes a frown of confusion and curiosity slip onto both yours and Erik’s face is the fact that some of these people are obvious law enforcement while others have the word ‘coroner’ in large yellow print on the back of their navy jackets.

Your door opens and you startle, then you notice Erik had exited and was opening up your door for you. Your eyes meet his. His deep brown pools capture you in their gaze and for a moment, you’re distracted by the havoc moving in and out of the building you live in. You distinctly see his lips move and your snapped back to reality.

“What?” You ask stupidly.

Erik holds back a smile and repeats himself. “I said come out the car Jamilah.”

You nod and step out unto the side walk, then turn towards your building where a line of freaking yellow tape is being drawn. Your eyes widen and you walk towards the doors, only to be stopped by a cop.

“Um, sorry, but you’re gonna have to take your... business, elsewhere Hon.” He says, his eyes on your cleavage the whole time.

You feel your blood boil at the assumption that your a prostitute. What made it all the more upsetting is that you weren’t even dressed like a working girl normally would. This was an expensive ass dress that met the top of your knees. The assumption was based clearly off the color of your skin and that made you wanna rip this pigs head off. You open your mouth to speak but your stopped when Erik takes a step next to you.

“She lives here.” He plainly explains, his eyes trained on the cop with a glare that would freeze hell.

The cop barely holds back his scoff, but his eye roll makes it clear that he doubts your residence. You stare at the cop, arms crossing ass you prepare to tear him a new one, but your interrupted.

“Madam! What is happening here? Officer, let her in right this instant!” Timothy, the manger of said establishment berates, ushering the cop away from the entrance in order to let you in.

The officers shock couldn’t be more apparent, and an ugly hue of pink rises to his face, further reddening his already flushed tone. Erik visibly holds back his words, his jaw working away as he grits his teeth in rage. His hand finds its way to the dip of your back as he turns to walk in but you stop. You turn to the officer who stares at you in distaste and you pull out a card from your purse. You hand it to him and with a sneer, you tell him to expect a call from that number. You turn and walk away heading for the front desk with Erik in tow, and behind you, you miss the blood drain from the officers face as he reads the number of the city’s mayor.

The desk worker smiles and immediately attends to you, walking back to bring you your mail. Meanwhile, you watch the chaos around you. At the bar, not so far from where you and Erik are standing, different people do different tasks, dusting for prints, bagging what appears to be eveidence of some sort, talking animatedly. You listen in on a conversation a waiter is giving to what seems to be a detective.

“- and he just starts convulsing. First, I thought he was having a fit or something, but then the foaming at the mouth turns red and soon he’s just choking on his own blood. Everyone that had run to help him panics thinking it was ebola or some shit like that. Fucking scared the hell out of me, that’s for sure. I ran to the kitchen like my ass was on fire.” He explains animatedly.

“And did you notice anything unusual?” The detective asks, jotting notes.

“Nah. Like I said, ass on fire.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

You turn back to the desk clerk and collect your mail, sifting through it as you turn away from her. You walk towards the elevators and for a while on your way up, you forget that Erik is even there. That is of course until you get to your room.

You look up when you hear a throat clear. You glance at him and register that he’s been there the whole time. Then of course, flashes of what happened in the car come flooding your mind and if you were pigmented challenged, you’d be a bright red color.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He says.

“Um yeah.” You reply, and you mentally curse yourself for being so dry.

The silence following is slightly awkward. You break it.

“What was that in the car?” You ask, suddenly brave.

Erik balks, not expecting the question, but he quickly answers.

“Honestly, you pissed me off.” He says, nonchalant in a way that aggravates you.

“So that makes you think it’s okay to put your hands on me?” You hiss, frown forming on your face.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. He takes a step towards you and the effect is instant. You stiffen and basically break your neck to maintain eye contact. Erik gazed down at you with a look so intense, you can’t help the shuddered sigh that leaves you. His dimples come out to dazzle, a little smirk forming on his lips.

“Baby, if I was putting hands on you, you’d know.” He speaks deeply, and though there’s no reason for you to take this in a filthy way, that’s all that you hear and it’s sets you on fire.

You stutter as you attempt to answer but he takes a step back, still smirking. He presses in the button for the lobby.

“Goodnight Jamilah.”

Just as you were about to speak, the elevator door closes in your face, and you left in the silence of your apartment.

“Huh.”

[neophix]

Elsword PvP Stereotypes: 2nd Edition

Alright. It’s been a year and a half. Let’s do this again, sure.

Unlike last time, where people salting at me during the match contributed to a large portion of the character stereotype, I only have their gameplay to work off of this season. Mostly. Rage whispers have gone down significantly which honestly is a change that's good for everyone. {Nod nod.}

{Additional commentary by @demos-cloud​ will be in braces}, and my responses to her commentary will be italicized, since I’ve ah. Ranted to her about a lot of these before, and asked her to help proofread.

Elsword: Bullheaded, stubborn, and does not think very far ahead.

This is mostly thanks to the amount that they've built up Elsword's defensive options lately. The changes to Autoguard mean that Knight Emperor doesn't really have to worry even if he gets caught (I've had more games turned around thanks to that than I care to admit). Infinity Stoic is still a thing, not in the least helped by the large number of quick, stoic approaches and normals he has. Melee Elsword gameplay basically rewards LEEROY JENKINS. Rune Masters are surprisingly rare.

Aisha: Still Bullies.

This has always been the case. Though lately I've come to the realization that Aisha, and Void Princess' line in particular, usually stays out of PvP unless she has access to something dangerously close to hacking. Meditate+Trans slot cooldown drops are always popular, but Oz Sorcerer lives and dies depending on whether she can pretend-hack or not (looking at you, Angkor Millions and Shadow Body). Metamorphy's population likewise dropped drastically as soon as they nerfed the stoic on her >>X(Z). {Her damage output was also hit hard by the Impact Zone nerf in PvE.}

Rena: Slime.

There's been a lot of complaining about the changes to the NF system, though honestly it's probably better for PvP-health in the long term. Now, instead of basically being guaranteed to eat 3 cancelled Violent Attacks to the face in the middle of every single combo, you probably only have to worry about it happening once or twice per game. They're still really slippery, thanks in large part to physics bending over backwards around her and >>Z being so fast, though their PvP numbers have taken a drastic drop since the nerf.

Raven:

Basically only the oldest Raven mains are left, a corps of elite veterans who know their character and yours inside and- oh and I guess you have the bandwagon RH horde. {Man the bias is practically dripping out of your mouth here Ketsu.} The majority of my Raven matches are against players who I recognize on sight, though. The canon Raven has certainly been getting spoiled, comparatively speaking, though the fact that KoG nerfed M.Maximum Drive almost immediately is a good sign. RH is still probably the most consequence-free Raven at the moment; he doesn't really have to worry about taking combos because it's extremely likely he'll be able to mash a Spread out and revenge-catch you if there's even the tiniest delay or mistake.

{PvE is full of old, rich, Ravens as well. BMs/FBs especially are the oldest and most funded. Yeah they know their class in and out, but they’re also not above shelling out $200 to +11 that glorious Void weapon. VCs are dead.}

Eve: Nasod Bitch. Runs on money. {はい、はい。}

Eve on the whole is very confrontation-adverse, and all three of her classes avoid direct combat. Good thing for her, too; aside from the Exotic line Eve's combo game is so poor she can barely hold anyone in place on her own. All three Eves have very strong utilities kits which are supposed to come with a weak damage-per-hit ratio, but Eve players are already very strongly conditioned to spoil her rotten. Nobody's ever been accused of spending too little on her, after all. Codes 4v1 and Sariel both just dunk on melee-centric characters, and Ultimate has enough unsafe-cancels and core synergy that you'll be spending more time eating lasers than spears. {Like I’ve been saying for the past four years, Eve’s Core Release system was built for CN. Of course she has the best Core synergy out of all Eves.} Illusion Thorns' debuff field really should not trigger core. Raven's lingering skill effects (grenade fires and smoke clouds) have NEVER triggered his core, and those at least deal damage, but I guess even KoG isn't tired of spoiling Eve just yet. {Maybe it’s because Illusion Thorns’ debuff area only lasts a measly two seconds compared to Raven’s lingering AoEs (dead laugh).} Raven’s lingering AoEs also only last for a couple seconds, too, though. {oh.}

Chung: HERE I GO. {HERE I GO!!}

Hoo boy. Okay. After the absolute Chung dominance in the 1v1 tournament, there's been a significant rise in Chung PvP populations. Sure, Base Chung has Heavy Stance to mitigate being slow and getting caught, but these three basically never have to deal with such puny things as "consequences" and Heavy Stance itself has actually been vanishingly rare. {DC really should not have so many Heavy Stance/stoic opportunities, given that his whole backstory is based around being faster and thus, being less defensive. IP’s ridiculously high attack speed is abnormal and needs to die. Even back in S1 it was a pain to deal with…} Back Blast and Reload are core skills not because of utility or reload, but because they're such hard to deal with panic buttons when strung together. Cannonball management is a total farce. Super spoiled, getting amazing tools and mod skills with each update. A few significant differences between them:

Comet: Basically indestructible. Will not die. A rocket powered turtle who can strike you from anywhere in the map and always has an advantageous position. The new goddess of PvP, stripping Yama Raja of the title. You could just tell that a couple of the tournament finalists were screwing around and winning anyway, and that flagrant disregard for consequences has been adopted by the bandwagoners. {I feel like having one of the IP semifinalists intentionally handicap himself of the class’ best skills, fool around, and still manage a strong victory.. Really says a lot about the class’ current standing.}

Phantom: Homing Ruthless attacks for days. Mod Shooting Star caused a lot of passive ruthless to get stripped, but I guess there was enough of a Chung tantrum that they got it back on base Shooting Star AND in M.Burning Punisher. Could probably win a game blindfolded thanks to all the high-damage homing at his disposal. A non-berserk awakening is so rare you honestly think it's a glitch. {Remember when it was only like a 25% activation chance. lmao.}

Centurret: After a long and arduous process of moderately intelligent cockroaches bashing on keyboards tested every possible configuration, tactics have been finely reduced to "if your dog craps on enough lawns, someone is going to step in it." Instant-hit Grav Shots are far more than any character deserves, especially when they have practically no vertical limit, and whoever approved of this as an Siege mode option should be spaghettified.

Ara:

Lately, the number of Aras who fully depend on the X or ^X loop has gone down. Devi is still incredibly oppressive, able to basically slam their face on the skill bar whenever they're in trouble to turn it around with any one of their many, many incredible utility actives (with skill storage). Shakti populations have been on the rise in comparison, though as a Shakti main myself I can't really comment on any other trends without being... more biased than usual. {Dead in PvE, though very willing to shell out money. More-so than other Ara classes, I find (even Devis, yes!)} Apsaras generally rely way too much on Kite or Suppression and barely have two brain cells to rub together, having godawful combo maintenance outside of the aforementioned X loop, despite Ara's strong kit. {They changed how ZZXX works how else am I supposed to do fancy combos nowwwww} It feels like if they did have any more to work with they would've job changed to Devi by now.

Elesis:

Population is in decline, but still powerful. Empire Sword still has some of the most safe combo maintenance in the game, and it's exceedingly rare for her to make anything remotely resembling a mistake. {The fact that she has such a high DPS ratio in PvP really hurts, what gives.} INJECTION finally got the nerf it deserved and is starting to sound like a word again. Fire Wallsis is still horrifically oppressive if it goes off, however, and reduces many games against her to "play perfectly or die."

Add:

Doom Bringers are vanishingly rare. Dominators basically all spontaneously ceased to exist once Charged Impulsar got nerfed and they realized they'd actually have to try in PvP again. Paradox is, once again, the most popular PvP Add, and for some reason still has an infinite. Purple is the color of bullies, it turns out. {Death to purples.}

Lu: Almost as Leeroy Jenkins as Elsword, but not a large sample to work with.

If the dive that magnetically homes in on targets wasn't enough of a giveaway, Lu's ability to zero in on a target is still very high. Diangelion's switch-attacks have the same bizarre hitboxes and gravity as ever. Lu in general seems to be about throwing giant hitboxes around the map and hoping they hit something, and her combo game is so safe that there really isn't need for precision there, either. {If she can’t hit you with a command normal or a skill, she’ll lag you out with her FPS-killing abilities. Surprisingly not very high up on the whale list, and even lower on the whales-for-fashion list.}

Ciel mains still don't exist. {Nobu would be sad to hear this.}

Rose: Rich, but shallow.

You're basically not even a Rose main if you don't have an 11+, the same way you're basically not a Chung main if you can't get 4+ X-drops in a single launch. {I am apparently no longer a Rose/F. Gunner main. Okay.} Their gameplay shows no personality to speak of, and you'll be fighting the same kind of Rose tactics at Rank C that you will at Star. Despite being the only non-Chung in the 1v1 Finals, Minerva has actually seen something of a population decrease lately. I imagine a lot of players disliked the fact that the player got to finals by using a Freeze Grenade infinite. 

{POs seem like one of the most funded Rose classes, despite being lowtier in both PvP and PvE. About 20% of them have an elitist complex, and another 40% only play her because “OMG MECHA WAIFU”. I’ve only encountered like two POs who acknowledge that she feels and plays nothing like her DFO counterpart, and the fact that I had to argue with a super stubborn NA forumer about this is flat-out stupid. Ah, also. TBs are dead now. Unsurprisingly.}  PvP Rose is actually mostly TB thanks to her pseudo-meditate.

Ain: I was horribly, terribly, no-good very bad wrong about the prediction last time.

PvP Ain is as homogenous across all three paths as Rena: {はい、はい。} Base Ain normals are so strong that the only ones his other classes really use are dives. Otherwise, you can treat all Ains the same. Watch out for airdashes, stomps, Xes, and basically a full kit of backwards melee hitboxes (we got rid of that on the Polar Bear suit for a reason, right? Right??) which are all so strong that, even though the bug has been patched out, Schwert Platzen is still a core PvP skill for all Ains. Bluhen is very rare in PvP, due mostly to the fact that he doesn't have a dive combo. Richter basically plays "The floor is lava" the entire game. The stomp noise is as annoying and stuck in my head as Aisha's "HYA" voice clip now and is a standout among Ain's generally obnoxious sound design. {Maybe if KoG gave us more combo options my fellow Richters wouldn’t have to sink this low.}

his german is off but i appreciate the effort.

[hellomynudebrain]

A commoner for you, today. (Juminxreader)

Hi!

Sorry for the late update. But I had some issues and, well. I can’t write in theses past days, so without taking much time  I leave  my first attemp of writting a fluff fanfic, so I hope you like it.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. HAN!”

Those were the words  that a few strangers told to your husband. He and you wanted a really simple celebration with the RFA, his father and you. But at the last moment his father prepared a party with a bunch of bussiness partners and a really, really rich people.

His father rented a whole restaurant on the most expensive hotel in the city. The place was a decoraded with a minimalistic style. All in black and white, the dishes were so well decoraded and were from lobster to caviar, and the desserts were ice cream with pieces of gold and chocolate cake made by a chef that used Godiva, organic eggs and milk from a cow of Kobe, and even you were dress with the most expensive brand, makeuo, shoes, accesories, well, the luxury was in the air.

But you were far from you love one. But even if it was lonesome, you took this oportunity to go out from the party and do something special for him, excuse yourself and telling that you have a stomach ache. 

He didn’t want to spend the last few hours with these people, but he didn’t risk you for anything. So he let you go without him.

He arrived late that night. He went directly to the bed, and when he saw you lay down on the bed, in deep sleep he felt realieved, but just a little dissapointed, because he couldn’t spend that his day with you. Although he couldn’t suspect what you planed for him.

The next morning, Elizabeth the third, enter to the room and jump on his stomach and made him stand up  abruptly from the bed. Then when he put his hand over the bed and didn’t feel you, he got worried. 

He went out from the room in a rush maybe you were in the bathroom. But you weren’t there. We look in the kitchen and the living room, but you weren’t.  He really got work up. He got dress with the firts pieces of clothes he found. But  exactly at the momnt he was going outside for looking at you. You enter at the penhouse with a few bags on your hands. 

“...LOVE!...Where were you?”

“ I went to buy some...stuff for us.” You stopped a moment when you talked, because you didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! If you need anything I can send someone to the store and buy wichever stuff you wanted! You know you can use my money!”

You got scared from all the yelling but, when you looked at close, you found out he wear the pants from his suit from last night, a weird pink t-shirt with a cat showing the middle finger , your cat slippers and your pink bathrobe. And to finished a really concerned face with a messy hair.

“Sorry, Jumin. I had to go out. I know that is not a excuse but...sorry” He got surprised when you hug him from nowhere, but he hug you back. You could feel his hands shaking while he hold you in his arms. 

The guilt hit you, but at this time all the hard work you  did  at the last minute yesterday, couldn’t be waste.

“...Alright...I have a surprise for you...but first change this...outfit...with the clouthes I bought.” Then you took one of the bags and gave it to him. 

“Then go, go! Because we’re late” and pushed him inside the room to change his clothes.

Once he changed and get out from the room. He got surprise with the outfit you chose. It was a casual look, a cap and a pair of fashion glasses. He was confused. His foxed look was so cute that you gave him a peck on the lips and take his hand.

“Come. Let’s get out from here!”

You two, came out from the back of the building.The last thing you wanted were the papparazzi taking pictures from both of you and ruined your plans.

You took the subway to the center of the city. Nobody would ever suspected that the C&R's CEO and his wife took the subway.

First, you went to an old bookstore. He was more confused than he was on the morning.

"... Ehm... Love?"

"What's wrong Jumin?"

"It's not my intention to be rude with you... Specially with my princess... But what are we doing here?..." He asked you with one eyebrown up.

"*giggle*"

"What is so funny?!"

"Please trust me, it part of my present and apologize gift for my ausense  of the party... and the mornig. Just come with me.."

"... I trust you, but after what happened in the morning... Well..."

"I'm really sorry. But... Pleaseee!" You pauted a bit, but knowing perfectly that one the things Jumin find of you adorable and when you do it you’re invinsible.

"... Ah... Alright... I follow you..."

"Yes" You took him inside the bookstore with your link hands. Usually he wants to hold his hand in every event you go, for stop any kind of approuch from any guy, but this time he felt shy. And the worst of it, it's that you know.

All the bookstore smell like old paper, to you and Jumin it didn’t bother any way. But you went directly to a stand. And took a old book with yellow paste. 

“..Here, Jumin. My first present for you...”

He look at you all confused, but he told you that he trust you, so he took the book.

“...What’s this?”

“ Just turn the book, silly”

“...This is...”

“Yes, tht’s the book you were looking for months. The tiger in the house by Carl Van Vechten. “

“...”

“..Jumin?”

“Thank you, my princess! I was looking for it so much. This way I can teach to Elizabeth the 3er her importance in this world.” He smiled broadly,

“Well..that’s your first present. So, let’s go, because we’re late.” Once more you took him by this time from his arm. 

You took him to the arcade and play like fools. He didn’t know how to play at the begining, but after a while he beat you at every game. Once you finished, you went directly to the theater, watched a old action movie. He thought that wasn’t a reallly good choice but after see it he got excited. He never expected that the commoner way of living was so amusing, you told him this is not a zoo.  After the movie, both of you rushed to take the bus to the  amusement. He felt out of place with so much pleople in just one car. But when a guy approached behind you and looked suspicious to him. He immediatly took action and change your place for his. You took the carrusel, the rollercouster and the ferri wheel. He neves experienced this and he had so much fun. He got kind of sick on the rollercoster and dizzy on the ferri wheel, but seeing you with such smiling face...he couldn’t be more happy. 

At last, you took a taxi to a small and family restaurant. He thought that maybe you were going to his favorite luxurious resturant, but instead you took him to a cheap place like that. but anyway, it was you way from showing love to him. So, who cares.

Once inside the restaurant one waitress recived you. She instantly began to flirt with Jumin, what made you completly jelous.So you sticked to his arm and got clingy. Until you arrived to the table, you never let him go. 

You ordered the food that he has ever ate in his life. Pizza, pasta, fries, hamburgers, and more. He suspected the appearance of the food, but once he ate it, all was forgotten. 

Finally just before you went home, you told him a few words.

“Jumin...I know it’s late, but I want you to know that...” He took your hand and saw you in a way you knew he wanted to talk first.

“...Love, before you talk. I love you. I was sad yesterday because you disappeared and I felt alone, like the time before metting you...” His voice began to crack.

“Jumin...”

“Please, let me finished...At that time I thought that the love was only a marketing thing that most of the companies invented to sales more on  February 14th, but I got to meet you. And know about you...I never knew that...this love...now I can live withou it, without you...I know why the intention of yours to spend in ordenary places...because today I’m not Jumin Han , the CEO from the C&R company or the heir from a huge amount of money. Jus today I’m an ordenary man that loves this extra ordenary woman”  You wanted to cry but you hang them. He kiss you hand. for that instant it looked like who recived a gift was you, and not him. 

this time you took a taxi to get home. When you get out from the car. You kept pushing to the building and when you finally get inside. 

“HAPPY BITHDAY, JUMIN!” All the RFA was there. 

“Happy birthday, Jumin!” 

“Thank you, my love.” And kissed you.

[verdigrisprowl]

June 16 Bevel’s Movie Night - The Greatest Showman & Steven Universe

Everyone agreed the main character was a jerk. However, circuses look fun.

Prowl left before Steven Universe.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave trudges in and parks himself. He's busy as anything catching up after his vacation, but he's here and ready to watch this thing.* Bevel Hey, Soundwave. *waves* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Good evening.]] Bevel Did you have fun on your vacation? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He enjoyed himself more than was expected.]] Bevel Aw, that is good. Did you talk to the Pahvans any? ItsyBitsySpyers [[No. He decided not to stay there. Staying might have brought them harm.]] VProwl *appears* Bevel Hey, Prowl. *waves* ItsyBitsySpyers *Greeting ping.* VProwl *... well, looks like there's only one option today, so takes his usual seat. a vague nod in bevel's general direction* *on to question #2: does he have to worry about soundwave telling—? no wait, she already knows. never mind, no problems here.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods to Prowl - with a small pause to cringe a little at that bad high note - and and settles in.* Ratchet *pops in* Bevel Where did you go after that, Soundwave? VProwl *oh never mind there's ratchet hi ratchet prowl's gonna go sit with ratchet sorry soundwave prowl's gone* Bevel ((Starting asap so get food and potty and all that if you need it Hi, Ratchet! Ratchet Hey! ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh. Well, that's not unusual for these nights. Still, he'd got his hopes up once Prowl sat down.*

[[To Risa. Ask your creator if you know nothing about it.]] VProwl *... RATCHET doesn't know. ratchet only ever caught the very beginning stages. all right, now prowl gets to be nervous.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Good evening, Ratchet.]] Bevel I have never been there, but I know about Risa. Ratchet Evening, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Then you can be sure he had a tolerable time.]] *Soundwave perks.*

[[Music already?]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Ohhhh this is going to be a good night. Well, if he doesn't have to share the couch, he might as well stretch across it and fold one arm over his middle.* VProwl *Prowl must be tired. The shouty parts of the singing are hurting his audials.* Bevel *lays down on her stomach on the floor* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tilts his head. Was that not a real circus, then?* VProwl *Oh, so it wasn't just the one song, this is a singy movie.* *...... No dogs so far.* Bevel Rude. ItsyBitsySpyers *Really does not like the old human.* VProwl ... They could solve the problem by inviting /him/ into /their/ home. ItsyBitsySpyers [[The only way beings so obsessed with class and currency would dare is to have him work for them, as before.]] *Irritable puff.* VProwl *Okay, now he knows he's tired, the sheets are giving him a headache.* Bevel I like his little shadow machine. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Clever, clever human.]] VProwl Not talented at advertising, is he? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Doesn't seem to be, no.]] ItsyBitsySpyers [[He looks to have finally hit a kind of stride.]] VProwl He's collecting employees he can't yet pay, not customers. *there IS a dog.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Yes, but at least there are people interested in being a part of it. Which is more than he had to start with.]] VProwl Hm. He knows what to do with negative press, at least. Bevel And they are doing really well too. That is a lot of people in the audience. ItsyBitsySpyers [[No doubt that old human would perish of shock if he saw.]] VProwl ... I can't help but get the sense that... if he were to write a propaganda movie about his own life to justify exploiting outcasts for profit, this is what it would sound like. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Perhaps he did.]] [[Is he still alive?]] Bevel All negotiations should include singing and dancing. VProwl Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Some of us would have an unfair advantage.]] VProwl I rather enjoy being able to get things done. Ratchet [[ is that MJ ]] Bevel ((Yes VProwl ... I haven't heard a laugh like that since before the Senate was murdered. Bevel It sounded really fake. ItsyBitsySpyers [[You do not sound pleased to hear one again.]] VProwl I'm neutral on it. VProwl Now /she's/ being hoodwinked. The real answer is "because you happened to be here when I was." ItsyBitsySpyers *Suspicious.* [[Is he infatuated with her. Is that what that is.]] [[....And now he leaves them in the cold.]] VProwl Mm-hmm. Bevel Boo. Ratchet He really called them that. VProwl He certainly did. ItsyBitsySpyers *Shaking his head.* [[Vile. He hopes they will all choose to burn their employment contracts.]] [[And the young one is a coward.]] Bevel At least he wanted to put them in the box instead of the standing room. ItsyBitsySpyers [[At least he wanted that, yes.]] VProwl Or unionize. Bevel Unionize! VProwl I heard that's a thing humans do. They could make more money for being called names by their boss. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Why is he not following his companion and his offspring.]] Bevel *scowls* ItsyBitsySpyers *Angry buzzing.* VProwl ... I'm leaning back toward quitting. Quit and start their own circus. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Agreed.]] Bevel Yeah. Bevel All these parents are awful. VProwl All of these people, in general, are awful. Bevel *nods* VProwl I'm fairly certain the outcasts only aren't awful because they have yet to be afforded the rank and wealth to permit them to be so. The main character started off approximately as low as them and became awful the instant he was rich enough to be so. I think it's a running theme. Bevel I hope not. VProwl The sole exception appears to be his wife, who married him despite his rank; but she's hardly had any opportunity to do anything this movie except interact with him. Bevel *bad father on top of everything else, least favorite character forever* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Two credits on leaving his wife for the opera singer. He has abandoned everything and everyone else that supported him and gave him the opportunity he values.]] Bevel Noooooo. That would be the worst ending ever 😔 VProwl Hm. The moment after the opera singer pointed out that those born into privilege don't know what it's like to be born without it, he threw that concept into his wife's face. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmm.]] VProwl ... Why's SHE quitting? Did she find him THAT appealing after one party in the queen's presence? Is—is he supposed to be an appealing person? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Not in the slightest.]]

[[...Oh, Primus.]] Bevel He said he was leaving. VProwl Well. He deserved it. THEY didn't, though. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Do not tell him the one semi-respectable human employer in this whole affair is--]] Bevel Aw no. VProwl The opera singer, though—just—decided to—casually endanger his reputation and family life in public, because he invited her across the ocean to sing and she was disappointed that "sing" wasn't code for "fuck"? What sense does that make. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Vindictiveness.]] VProwl It's ludicrous. Ratchet It is ironic that the one decent decision he made brought him to ruin. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Presenting them as equals? Hm. He certainly doesn't /treat/ them as such.]] VProwl He is an actor. VProwl If they want their home back, why rally around him for it? I still say they should go start their own circus. Bevel Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Still agreed.]] [[Himself?]] Bevel I think he means his family? VProwl If they think they need his name and face attached to it to make it work, then THEY can HIRE him to perform for them. Bevel Ha! He does not have any money, so I bet he will need them more than they need him. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...He led them on and ran away on a train?]] VProwl He's got a questionable reputation attached to a recent scandal. THEY'VE got an act. I think he's tracking down his family. Bevel He is! ItsyBitsySpyers [[Easier to transport, less expensive if burned. Not unwise.]] VProwl THAT much fabric? *yknow. the movie's almost over. the loud notes are still hard to listen to.* Bevel *sorry, Prowl* VProwl *well. he could be sleeping better.* VProwl ((... how do you park an elephant)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((any which way you want)) VProwl ((I GUESS)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Stop singing at the ballet recital. How rude.]] Bevel ((excuse my police, but this guy just double parked his elephant in front of my carriage, can you tow it? VProwl ((*handcuffs its trunk*)) Bevel ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers [[Well. That was an interesting look into human entertainment history.]] Bevel Do they still have circuses on Earth? VProwl There's a circus on my Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh, yes. They d-- what?]] *Snap attention.* [[Where? When?]] Bevel There is? *sits up excitedly* Ratchet [[ didn't the barnum circus officially shut down a couple years ago ]] VProwl Outside of Iacon. I think it's continuously going. One of the performers owns a bar in Metroplex. Bevel ((last year I think Ratchet [[ i saw it once as a kid, i don't remember much from it though except for the tent and discovering i don't like the big bread pretzels ]] Bevel ((same... also i remember loving the trapeze artists ItsyBitsySpyers ((it closed last year yeah)) VProwl *oh, nope, Prowl isn't staying for this show.* I should head out. Evening. Ratchet Seeya, Prowl. Bevel Night, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Goodnight, Prowl.]] [[He should be on his way as well. He is very behind still, and there are things he must check on.]] *Maybe including that circus.* VProwl *disappears* Bevel Aw, ok, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers *Nods, rises, and heads on his way.* Bevel ((i legit forgot she threw herself out of the van like that omg VProwl ((that's one of the most important moments in the show)) Bevel ((this is probably the episode when everything really changed VProwl ((i'd agree with that)) Bevel ((you got hints of things before this and some weird, funky stuff happening, but that reveal was just so big. I'm still sad I was spoiled on it before I started watching the show Bevel (("ok. bye." lol Bevel ((ok, that is all I have to show tonight, thanks everyone for coming VProwl ((gnight~))

[vintagemichelle91]

A Hard Lesson in Discord: Chapter 6

Authors’ Note: There seems to be a question of what the judge will decide when it comes to Ashtonja...read on to see what happens in court! Thank you for the likes, reblogs, and comments! @rauliskafan and I hope you enjoy this chapter!! 

         “Barba! Natalia! Over here.”

           Hand-in-hand, they walked a few feet to where Trevor Langan stood.

           “Are we late?” Natalia asked.

           “Not at all,” Langan assured them. “Everything alright on the home front?”

           “We wanted to keep Ashtonja home,” Rafael said.

           “But Violetta thought that school might help her take her mind off things,” Natalia interjected.

           “Smart girl,” Langan said. “Besides, you want to keep up the appearance of normality throughout the proceedings.”

           “It’s more than window dressing, Langan,” Rafael hissed. “We have a happy home. All of our girls are---”

           “Atticus,” Natalia tenderly soothed, rubbing his back. “You know what he means.”

           “Exactly,” Langan agreed. “Let’s stay on the same page. And we’re going to play nice”

           “As long as nothing else catches you by surprise,” Rafael said. Right on cue, Ines Abreu appeared, flanked by the smirking Lionel Granger.

           “Trevor,” Granger began, extending his palm.

           “Sorry,” Langan said. “I just washed my hands.”

           With a wicked laugh, Granger started into the courtroom, and Rafael grabbed Langan by the arm.

           “That’s playing nice?” he demanded.

           “I said you have to play nice,” Langan reminded him. “Do I really have to tell you that it’s different for lawyers?”

           Langan seemingly had him there, and Natalia began to ease him back when Ines paused and turned on her heel to face them.

           “This could get ugly,” she said.

           “Get?” Rafael echoed.

“But you left me no choice,” Ines continued. “You know, it’s not too late.”

           “No, it’s not,” he said. “You could walk out right now. Since that’s your style.”

           “Now listen to me you---!”

           “Save it for the courtroom, Ines,” Granger cautioned, guiding her inside and looking back to Langan one last time. “And watch yourself, Trevor. Or don’t. Wouldn’t mind an easy day’s pay for a change.”

           His chuckle caused Natalia to cringe, but she sucked in a deep breath and started to reach for Rafael’s shoulders.

           “Are you even listening to me?” Langan demanded. “You’re not trying this case, and you’re not helping.”

           “I’m just supposed to stand by and let her---”

           “Yes, you are,” Langan warned. “Unless you want this whole thing to blow up in our faces.”

           “That’s rich coming from you,” Rafael started, looking like he wanted to say so much more when Natalia forced him to face her and narrowed her eyes.

           “Atticus, calm down,” she said.

           “How can I when---?”

           “When you think of Ashtonja and the fact that we’re doing this for her.”

           Something in those words seemed to reach Rafael, and he hung his head, pressing his brow to hers.

           “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

           “I didn’t say that,” Natalia said. “But let’s leave this to the lawyers.”

           “And what am I?” he challenged.

           “Today, you’re a father.”

           He smiled softly, and they locked hands. Entering the courtroom, Natalia kept Rafael close as they sat near Langan, and she alternated between wanting the hearing to get underway…

           ...and already be over.

           At last the judge entered and signaled for their lawyer to start. With a confident smile, Langan rose and buttoned his blazer.

           “Good morning,” he began. “Your honor, the facts of this case are really quite simple. The minor in question, Ashtonja Abreu, was living with her supposed primary caretaker.” Langan made a point to glance at Ines, his face a mixture of contempt and amusement. Would that his confidence could prove contagious? But Natalia still felt nervous, her legs just trembling under the table…

           ...and Rafael was faring no better, his palm shivering in hers.

           “But Ines Abreu had better things to do with her time,” Langan continued, slowly shifting his attention back to the bench. “This so-called loving grandmother abandoned Ashtonja. And it wasn’t the first time. Hardly a surprise considering the fact that her modus operandi was to take the money that my client sent her way for the minor’s care. That became Ines’ personal piggy bank for God knows what. With God knows whom.”

           Out of the corner of her eye, Natalia saw Ines fidget in her seat as she rolled her eyes. Good. Let her look like the spoiled child that Ashtonja never was or could be. Let her look petulant because Trevor Langan was turning the tide away from what she wanted most. Let the judge take note.

           So she would never send Ashtonja back to such an unworthy woman.

           “Who knows what might have happened to Ashtonja had Mr. and Mrs. Barba not taken her into their home,” Langan went on. “I suppose any number of foster families could have done as fine a job when it came to the essentials, food and clothing and the like.”

           Rafael raised one eyebrow and tilted his head. Natalia saw into his mind, knowing that he was silently calling into question the implication that Ashtonja should fall into the hands of the state. Why even put that idea into the judge’s mind? Why---?

           “But no other family could have given Ashtonja the love, the sense of safety and security and the hope for the future that Rafael and Natalia have.”

Langan gave them a warm smile.

           “And now, all my clients want, if you’ll pardon the cliché, is to dot the I and cross the T. No piece of paper, no judgment from this or any court is required to make her a member of their family.”

           For a brief instant, the judge bristled.

           “All due respect, your honor.”

But just as quickly, Langan brought her back around.

“Still, in the interest of fair play, we ask this court to recognize the rights that the Barbas have already earned. For them. For their other daughters who already adore Ashtonja as their sister. And, most importantly, for Miss Abreu herself. Thank you.”

Smiling as he sat, Langan looked to Rafael who nodded his approval. How Natalia wished that Langan’s opening was enough. That the judge would simply throw up her hands and decide the matter in their favor so they could head home and share the good news with Ashtonja once school was out.

But if fair play was the name of the game, Ines Abreu at least had the right to plead her side of the story.

Or rather her oily lawyer did. Natalia nearly choked on his cologne as he stood proudly and thanked the judge for taking the time to hear him, to hear his client out.

“Judge,” he started. “There is some truth to opposing counsel’s version of events. My client was not a perfect guardian when it came to her granddaughter. Her blood relation.”

           The way he punctuated the last two words made Natalia want to leap from her chair over the table and smack him soundly across his smug face. Naturally, that would do nothing to aid their cause, and she settled for just digging her nails into her lavender pencil skirt.

           “Now did Ms. Abreu make some mistakes?” Granger continued. “Absolutely. Was she reckless? Also a fair characterization.”

           From the place at her table, Ines clasped her hands so tightly that Natalia saw the bones threatening to poke through the flesh of her knuckles. Granger was hardly painting the most flattering of portraits.

           “But let’s not accuse her so rashly without looking to the man who took Ashtonja in.”

           Or was he? Running his hands over his red tie, Granger looked back to the place where they sat, and Natalia clutched her husband’s hand even tighter.

           “Before we sanctify one side and vilify the other, let it be duly noted that Rafael Barba’s actions led to the death of Ms. Abreu’s daughter, Marianna.”

           “I object to that,” Langan chimed in.

           “It’s an opening argument,” Granger stressed. “Try to prove me wrong. Try to tell her honor here that Ashtonja is better off with a couple who lead one David Willard right to the girl’s door. And once they got out of that jam, Rafael Barba was arrested for the murder of his mistress!”

           “That’s not what happened!”

           “Don’t!”

           Langan raised one hand but---

           “Hasn’t my husband been through enough without these vile---?”

           Stopping herself short, Natalia sank back to her chair, hanging her head when she felt Rafael’s arm around her shoulders.

           “You said to keep calm,” Rafael reminded her.

           “I know. I’m sorry.”

           He kissed the top of her head, and Natalia forced herself to listen as Granger described Rafael as the villain in the darkest narrative.

           “But Mr. Granger,” the judge began. “I have it on good authority that Mr. Barba was set up for the crime in question. Michael Cutter is presently serving time for the murder of Eve Selby.”

           “I… well yes, Judge. But that doesn’t mean---”

           “What it means is that you are wasting time trying to inflame the situation. So, let’s say we take a short break so Mrs. Barba can get a drink of water, and then we’ll come back and stick to the facts of young Ashtonja.”

           Even as the judge rose with a huff, Natalia still felt a sense of victory, and she stayed close to Rafael, tuning out the sound of Granger conferring with a fuming Ines.

           “The judge is with us,” Rafael whispered into her ear, his lips quickly moving to her cheek.

           “After that stunt I pulled?”

           “Wasn’t exactly wise, Natalia,” Langan said.

           “No one gets to throw what happened in Rafael’s face like that.” She felt her husband’s hand on her shoulder and started to sink into his touch when two voices coming from around the corner added to the army that only seemed real in the space of her mind.

           “Problem, Langan?”

           “Why does my sister-in-law look upset?”

           Standing side by side, Fin and Dodds folded their arms across their chests. Langan’s swagger melted ever so slightly, but just as swiftly he cleared his throat and lengthened up the back of his neck.

           “I’ll let her fill you in,” Langan said. “We’re still in the black. But maybe Mrs. Barba should watch her step.”

           He tried to leave, but Fin grasped his arm.

           “You still have this in the win column?”

           Swallowing hard, Langan nodded his head. Only then did Fin release him from his hold.

           “Let’s keep things moving in that direction.”

           Once Langan was gone, Natalia caught her breath.

           “Liv says he knows what he’s doing,” she said. “She has Noah…”

           “And you’ll have Ashtonja,” Dodds promised, patting her arm as Rafael kissed her other hand.

           “Are you alright?” he asked.

           Shaking her head, letting her lips meet her husband’s, Natalia smoothed her hands down her skirt and looked at Dodds.

           “You’re here… with Fin?”

           “OCCB is on the light side these days,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe we should stick around…”

           “Yes,” Rafael agreed. “Hermosa?”

           Just nodding her head, Natalia patted his cheek with a smile and tasted the tears on her tongue.

           “It can’t hurt,” she said. “If Granger has something else in store.”

           “Man’s scum,” Fin said, and Natalia gave him a quick hug.

           “That’s why I love you,” she said. “Always telling it like it is.”

           Feeling better, she turned to Rafael.

           “I’m fine,” she said. “Just let me get cleaned up.”

           “Don’t be too long.”

           Natalia took a few steps in the direction of the ladies’ room. Standing before the porcelain, she twisted the faucet and felt the cool stream pour between her fingers. She splashed her face once, twice, a third time, and paused with her palms over her eyes.

           Relax. Don’t play into Granger’s hand… into Ines’. Langan will make this work. And Atticus…

           Lowering her hands, Natalia felt a small smile spread across her lips. Rafael was there, having come after her. She kept eye contact in the space of the mirror, finding a towel to dry her hands when…

           “Hola, mi mariposa.”

           Her eyes were dry. Her vision clear. And when she whipped her head around, when she peered into that pair of green eyes, she knew…

           “Nevada…? No!”

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[hoyoungy]

Elixir - Mingyu (I)

genre: fluff, comedy, college au, modern witch au, friends-to-lovers summary: you’re a student by day and a witch by night who fulfills potion orders for the rich and wealthy in order to pay your rent. mingyu is your most loyal, free-loading customer, your delivery boy, and your closest friend. the golden rule in witchcraft is to never mix love into your magic, but you broke that rule a long time ago word count: 1196 a/n: i was inspired by a cafe today and i really want to get into different aus, so i thought a modern witch one was a good start! i hope you enjoy this new miniseries! disclaimer, i know nothing about witchcraft, i had to do some research, sorry if it’s inaccurate!

POTION 017

↳ this potion allows the consumer to absorb, retain, and recite any information they read. lasts for twenty-four hours. hints of mint with clove essence. filed under “potions most likely consumed by mingyu”

The boiling vials and beakers in front of you on your floor emitted enough heat to circulate and warm your entire apartment complex. With all of the potions cooking at once, your unit smelled like a craft store on Christmas. You had at least twelve vials boiling at once, all different shapes with different colored liquids so you wouldn’t lose track your potions.

You were so backed up with potion orders that you had to time everything correctly. It was always during midterms season when the parents of some stuck up frat boys reached out to you for potions that would help their precious boy pass the class. You were ready to just make a huge batch for all of them, but no, they all had to be so specific with their orders to cater to each child.

From the rotation of the stirring to the temperature of the heat, you kept a close eye on all twelve of them. It was times like these where you wished your cat was a familiar, but you refused to succumb to that stereotype and make your precious baby a slave to you. But as of late, it was beginning to sound like the good idea.

A poof of black, foul-smelling smoke emitted from the smallest vial.

“Shit!” you cursed, quickly tossing the liquid into one of your many plant pots. Your poor ivy shrivled instantly, wilting and drained of all its color. Luckily, the recipe was easy enough to restart.

“Where’s the damn witch hazel,” you muttered to yourself. This potion in particular was ordered this morning for a very demanding, but very rich client that had requested an instant-blemish zapper for her spoiled, currently-going-through-puberty thirteen year-old before the sun set. If it was any other potion, you’d normally say no, but since it was quite simple, you told her that she’d be the exception. Besides, you up-charged her for same-day service.

That money was going to buy your groceries for two months.

You casually flicked your finger to flip through the poor excuse you called the potions book to find the blemish-zapping recipe. Your potions book wasn’t even a book! It was a one of those five subject spiral books where you jotted down all of the recipes you took from your grandma’s library, who refused to lend you the actual books you needed, that selfish witch. You sighed, concentrating on carefully sprinkling the crushed witch hazel and rose petals into the vial of clear alcohol with the perfect 1:8 proportion. If you were even one tenth of a gram off, your potion would be completely ruined. Just a few more dashes of petals, and -

“_____! Quick, it’s an emergency!” The scream from your most loyal customer breaking into your home caused you to drop the vial on the floor and shatter, enveloping you and your cat in a cloud of black, shit-smelling soot. “Oops…”

“Mingyu, what the fuck,” you sighed. You were too tired to be mad.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were working!”

“Ok, well, can you help and talk at the same time? These orders are due in like, forty minutes. Hand me the bundle of flowers on the counter.”

“Can’t you, like, levitate it to you?”

“It’s not as fun as making you do it.”

Without arguing, Mingyu grabbed the new bundle of flowers and joined you on the floor, looking at the set up in front of him.

“Is this some fancy séance, or something?”

You scoffed at his ignorance. “That’s sorcer-ist. And no, I just have a lot of orders to fulfill tonight.”

“Tsk tsk, always taking on too many orders.”

“And I bet you’re about to add on to it.”

“Absolutely, but only because I know you can handle it ~”

“So, what is it?” you asked, not taking your eyes off of your notebook.

“So I have an exam tomorrow, and…” he trailed off. You turned to look at him with a raised brow, wondering why he didn’t finish his sentence, and you were met face to face with Mingyu’s signature pout and puppy eyes.

“No.”

“What!? Why!?”

“I’m not helping you cheat.”

“Come on, you do it all the time!”

“Yeah, but my future doesn’t depend on a chemistry degree. I’m just trying to graduate, not become a pharmacist,” you noted. In your field, most chemistry majors move on to higher education to pursue pharmacology or of the like. Your future was with witchcraft, and luckily, you could do so much with it, business-wise. You could open up a plant shop, coffee shop, gem shop, or all three to create the ultimate aesthetic, all the while still catering to your snobby, rich consumers. College just helped you with getting ingredients and materials - all of your beakers and alcohol solutions were from the chemistry department.

“But if I fail, I have to retake the class all over again next semester!”

“Then why don’t you pay attention in class!?”

“You know the cute girl in my class I always talk about?”

“Which girl and which class?” you snickered, unable to keep track of his records.

“The one with short hair in Philosophy.”

“Oh, her,” you frowned. He always gushed about how her eyes smiled with her pink lips and how it never failed to leave him speechless. Out of all the girls Mingyu has ‘fallen’ for, she was one of the more serious ones. “She’s the reason you don’t pay attention in class?”

“Yeah, she’s just so distracting! I can’t pay attention when she’s sitting right next to me, you know? And then I leave the lecture without any study materials, so I have nothing to study with. So please, _____,” Mingyu started. He took your free hand in his two larger ones and held on to them tightly. “Please help this poor, dumb, incredibly handsome boy pass Philosophy so he can impress the cute girl in his class?”

You wanted to say no - you really wanted to say no, but how could you refuse such a cute face like his? “Ugh, fine. But you need to deliver all of these orders when they’re done,” you caved in. You yanked your hand away to cover the growing blush on your cheeks.

“Yes! Thank you! Anything for my _____ ~”

“Yeah, yeah. Hand me the mortar and pestle, some peppermint, clove oil, and the brown jar over there.”

“What’s in this?” he asks, taking a whiff of the liquid.

“What did I say about smelling random things around the house!?” you scolded.

“That if my head implodes, it’s my fault.”

“Exactly. Jesus, didn’t they teach you not that in General Chemistry?”

“I failed Gen Chem, remember?”

“Of course you did…”

“This isn’t like, dragon piss, is it…?”

“It’s whiskey that’s been aged for three centuries. The finest whiskey to ever exist.”

“Whiskey for the potion?”

“No, for me,” you stated, taking a long swig of the gold liquid.

“You’re such a Slytherin…” he said, scrunching his nose as he smelled the alcohol.

“Again, sorcer-ist. Not all witches like Harry Potter,” you said, shoving the bottle to his chest. “And I’m obviously a Ravenclaw.”