#like i hope those titles are aahh. whats the word

[catmask]

also (hopefully evidently) when i do break the block streams, i do my best to stay as close to the original artists style as much as i possibly can whenever i need to do draw-overs or example drawings.

i dint think there isnt any singular 'bad artstyle', i dont think its even needed to 'fix' many peoples art. the streams are basically my way of helping you up and moving in the direction i think you want to go.

it always makes me sad seeing those videos on youtube that are like. 'fixing your ugly art' or whatever.. it makes me sad to think someones love of art is so shallow theres only a few types of it theyd accept as worthy.

[ladymercysletters]

You’ll Do Nicely

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Prequal 1 of the If You’ll Have Me Series

Word Count : 1952

Warnings: some trigger warnings including: Alcohol abuse, Gambling addiction, child abuse, spousal abuse. It’s not overly heavy but if you’re triggered by any of these, proceed with caution

A/N: This is the first prequal chapter of the If You’ll Have Me series. It doesn’t actually have any Y/N x Benedict content because it takes place before they meet. This is the chapter on how Y/N became a Duchess.

The summer season of 1809 was, it seemed, to be yet another uneventful one, with no suitors… yet again. At your coming out last year you had received the attentions of a fair few of the younger gentlemen of the ton, in fact your dance card had been almost full until they realised who your father was. Since they had realised that you were one of those Buxton’s your dance card had remained almost empty in its stead.

It had always been a burden to you and your family; your father was a gambler and a cad, he owed almost everyone money, and the ones he didn’t owe still knew about it. You were sure he had not paid one bill at his club, but you could have placed a fair bet yourself that he had drunk more than his share of whatever they stocked.

For as long as you and your siblings could remember he had come home drunk and empty of pocket most nights; taking his anger out on any one of you he could lay his hands one. When you were very small your mother used to get in between you and your father, covering you all and taking his rage for you. As you grew older your mother lost her will, instead slumping against the wall in defeat as he took your brother over his knee and lashed him. His excuse was always that it will teach him not to do as his father does, and after the first few times you all relented; your brother would stand in front of his two little sisters, and you would quietly usher your little sister away and out of his reach as your brother took the punishment.

The sober fact of your family’s reputation was enough to pull you back into the present. Dinner with your family was never a joyous occasion; though you all ate together talking was never allowed between you and your siblings and your parents never much mingled beyond greetings and farewells. Your mother sat at one end of the table, taking the tiniest of mouthfuls of soup with an unreadable expression; whilst your father sat at the other end, slurping each full spoonful with his napkin tucked into his collar. With a cough to clear his throat, all eyes flitted up too look at him.

“The Duke of Pembrokeshire was at the Devillier’s ball the other evening.” He said into another spoonful. “He asked after Y/N.” at the mention of your name, eyes turned to you.

“The Duke of Pembrokeshire?” your mothers asked “Portland? Isn’t he…”?

“WHAT?” your father snapped, dropping his spoon into the soup with a clank. “He is a Duke. He has shown an interest in our otherwise plain daughter. Am I to refuse him?” he spat. The silence of the evening returned and your mother receded back into herself. You were sure you remembered the name Portland from somewhere, but for the life of you, you just couldn’t place it.

Later that evening it dawned on you, you sat bolt upright in bed at the memory of you and your brother: looking through a crack in the door at your father and his friends, all sat around a moss green table playing cards. The stench of alcohol in the air and the sound of snuff sniffing constant. That’s when it hit you; Portland was your fathers friend, a large rotund and red man that you and your brother had nicknamed Porty because his face always seemed to be the colour of port. He couldn’t be who your father expected you to marry, he must have died and left his title to a son or a nephew. With that lingering thought you dropped back onto your bed and tried your best to get some sleep.

The next evening you and your family arrived in Hampstead, somewhere. Yet another ball that you had only just managed to find a dress for. Your brother always managed to escape these events, being twenty-two and fresh from university, he often made his excuses and escaped off into the night. Preparing yourself for another evening as a social pariah you steeled yourself as you entered the grand ballroom. No sooner had you exchanged pleasantries with your host and a few surrounding families than the dragging of feet drew your attention.

“BUXTON MY OLD MAN” cried the almost fully spherical man; the bulging buttons of his overstuffed waistcoat straining with effort. This must be Portland. Your father seemed almost afraid of him and you rather suspected he was. Once he had finished greeting your parents his attentions turned to you. His lecherous eyes crawled over your skin, and an even worse laugh - somehow wet and dry at the same time as he coughed into his fist made your little supper appear in your throat whilst he inspected you like some prized heifer.

“Yes. You’ll do nicely” he leered, circling you and clearly leaning over your cleavage. You felt sick to the stomach at even being looked at by him. You smiled politely, trying to pull your lips so tight no-one could see them trembling, and made your excuses to find sanctuary on the other side of the room. You swiped a glass of punch from a footman’s tray and stole behind a large bouquet in one corner of the room, content to become part of the foliage for as long as possible.

“You’re doing an awful job of hiding you know.” A deep voice rang from the other side of the arrangement. “For starters you’re not even the same shade as the wall.” You peaked out from behind a rogue frond to see Henry Granville, one of your only friends in the room: he was, as usual, immaculately dressed in a darkly patterned waistcoat and burgundy jacket that matched his new wife’s elegant chiffon trimmed gown. They truly were a balm to your horrible evening.

“I was trying to blend in with the foliage if you must know, though in a blue gown I do suppose that is difficult.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the column. “In truth I am hiding from one of my father’s friends.” You gestured to your parents across the room, your father hunched over with the old duke as your mother stood abortively aside.

“I’m sure whatever they’re discussing has nothing to do with you.” Henry said, trying to cheer you up.

“He was inspecting me like cattle. There is no doubt in my mind that my father is selling me off.” You sighed, taking a strong swig of your decidedly non-alcoholic punch.

“You are only twenty years old, surely your mother will want you to at least stay for another few years yet?” Lucy asked comfortingly. You sighed dejectedly as you looked back over at your mother, taking absolutely no interest in anything and looking rather far off.

“I doubt my mother would care whether I stay in society or not, just as long as she doesn’t have to deal with my father any more. Please Henry.” You turned to face him and his new wife. “Tell me about your latest commission or something, before I slip into further despair.” Granville continued to relay you with the latest he had heard whilst behind his easel. The wonderful thing about being an artist by royal appointment, was that one was always within earshot of some rather salacious gossip.

By the time you returned home from the ball you were exhausted. You went straight to bed, furious with your father and not able to look anyone in the eye as you sat on what could be your future.

An hour later and you still weren’t able to settle, even going over your conversation with Henry and Lucy, trying to fool your mind into thinking all was well, before deciding on some warm milk to quell your thoughts… and possibly a snack. Sneaking down the staircase and down the hall, you spotted the light in your father’s study still on and you could hear your mother’s voice. You moved closer to peak through the crack in the door.

“He is Two and Forty years her senior! What on earth were you thinking?”

“Do not question me you bitch, he is a Duke, I thought you would be happy for our daughter.” He said, taking a swig of his drink. “Or would you rather me make him wait until Barbara is out in Society, perhaps he would like her better?”

“Don’t you dare!” she gasped. “He is older than you, how do you expect her to … AAhh. Gabriel, stop! No! Please!” you stepped away from the door at the sound of cracking skin; tears in your eyes as you ran to the scullery before your father realised you had heard.

***

A tradition that you and your brother had started a few years ago, and eventually brought your younger sister Barbara into, was the midnight drinking of claret in the little used small parlour. You would sit around the small room, only the candles you brought down from your bedrooms to light it, as you poured yourselves a glass and talked.

“You cannot sister, I will not allow father to marry you off like this.” Your brother stated, after you recalled the argument between your parents several days earlier.

“Sebastian is right sister. Portland is ancient and this is only your second season!” Barbara said hopefully, her innocently hopeful voice breaking your heart further.

“If he does not marry me off, he will wait for Barbara! And I will not allow that!” you said, cutting her off before she could say anymore. Your siblings shouted their surprise and horror as you tried to shush them. “I heard him and mother arguing the other night, father threatened to marry you off to him as soon as you are out.” You concluded. The silence in the room was deafening as you all mulled over your fate. Hardening yourself to what was about to happen you continued. “I will marry Portland: however old and drunken he may be. I will not allow you to come to any harm because of father’s gambling.” You said, stroking Barbara’s cheek. “There is no chance of me marrying anyone else, fathers’ debts have seen to that, and perhaps now that I am to be a duchess your fortunes may be brighter than my own.” Your brother shook his head in disbelief; your tone remained calm, through out your decision, as though you had already closed yourself off from any other emotions.

“Well.” He sighed. “Let us hope the scabby old goat cocks his toes soon after.” He raised his glass in cheers to his little speech, smiling when both of his younger sisters berated him for his candour before joining the toast anyway.

***

Not six months later, in late January you found yourself walking down the aisle of the small chapel on the Pembrokeshire estate. Like everything else on the estate, the décor was ostentatious and overly gilded. You felt much like any other object the duke owned in that moment; your dress was overly laced and flounced, and the train was far too heavy for you to pull with your head down the aisle. Speaking of your hair; it was piled high on top of your head, thick forced curls in layers making you look like a profiterole tower, as your father’s arm tightened around your shaking hand dragging you up the aisle quicker than your feet managed to move. A half an hour later you were no longer Miss Y/N Buxton, daughter of the 3rd Earl of Upshire – but her grace, Lady Y/N Portland, Duchess of Pembrokeshire.

[retrogalwrites]

Overhaul x f!reader

Title: “Made for this” / view on AO3

Summary: An assassin who tried to kill him, upon finding the fact she is quirkless, becomes Overhaul's choice of mate.

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, misogyny, yandere behavior, degradation, manipulation, mating, mindbreak, overhaul having a massive breeding kink like you wouldn’t believe

Others contents: impregantion, breeding, mating press, creampie, face slapping

words: 1966

"I knew that they were bound to send someone to kill me eventually, but I must say, you are still quite a surprise."

Chisaki began to speak deliberately slowly, a manner of speech that could've been mistaken for politeness, if not for the underlying edge behind every word. He observed the expression on your face, with those lush lips tightly shut, scrunched nose in disdain, the way your eyes burned with the kind of defiance you probably hoped to hold onto till the bitter end. That sort of bravery didn't look good on a lovely face like yours. Chisaki lamented the experiences that had turned such a perfect female specimen into the stupid idea of strength, but was grateful for the circumstances that brought you right to his doorstep.

No one else in the entire world could be more deserving of someone like you than he was, you were so fortunate that fate always worked in favor of the righteous ones.

"Sending a...quirkless anomaly like you to carry on an assassination job is unheard of. For obvious reasons." Clasping his gloved hands behind his back, the man paced in circles around the operation table his men had strapped you to as per request. "And yet, you got this far, miss (name). Quite remarkable, honestly."

"Mock me all you want, that's not gonna work."

Spitting fire but remaining cool-headed, the sign of a professional just as your file had described, you even had managed to remain calm under the gaze of his golden eyes, predatory yet clinical, fixated on your bare skin as you laid on the table in nothing but your underclothes. Perhaps it all looked like only a bluff from your perspective, just an humiliation tactic to break down your pride and get you to rat out your superiors.

Well, you were not wrong for thinking that, but you couldn't have known that in this particular case, Chisaki had acted on nothing but pure, lustful selfishness like that of men. And you'd realize only too late.

"Mocking you? Dear, I'm throughly impressed by you." His honest admission seemed to be your first clue that Chisaki's behavior was already going off script. Your brows furrowed at him in defensive skepticism. "You have no quirk to speak of, and yet here you are. Like I said, you've surprised me. Sprinkling poison on the inside of my mask? That's clever. Too clever. It almost worked, too, had we not realized before I had put it on." As if to make a point, he signaled at his own face, the lack of mask with his features on display the mark of your doing.

None of his enemies would've sent anything less than the very best they had, they owe each other that courtesy, but all that really always goes beyond saying. From your own point of view, Chisaki had seemingly no reason to be telling you any of that, that was your second clue.

"You obviously have a brilliant mind. I truly admire someone like you, relaying on your own cultivated gifts from nature to survive, rather than depending on those unnatural quirks, revolting mistakes of evolution." He was already going off tangent, but he couldn't help himself, not when you looked at him as though no one had ever told you how superior you were for lacking something everyone else around you possessed.

No wonder you had deviated from the path you were born to fulfill, that of a woman carrying on the seed from the perfect mate to ensure perfect off spring, you had lacked the right encouragement for too long.

"Someone like you just seems so pure. From the inside and out, and I admit, I'm rather fascinated about both."

It was then that you must've noticed, Chisaki was indulging in watching your almost naked figure, given the alarm in your expression and how you squirmed on the table. His eyes roamed your body, from the sinful curve of your hips, the obscene swell of your breasts, the untainted skin around your neck.

"You have no idea how pure you are...and yet so...alluring."

His breath hitched, a spark of electricity going straight to his hardening cock, his pants already feeling sizes too tight. Chisaki hadn't feel something quite so primal before, he had never found the pleasure to be presented with a ripe quirkless female full of strength and willpower to bend and control. Your confusion only ignited a fire to those feelings, the thought of you not even knowing how wonderful you were made you even more perfect.

He came to a sudden stop, facing your body. Kicking the pedal underneath the table, he lowered you a few inches down for easier access. This change of position made the bulging erection straining his slacks fully visible to your surprised eyes, realization dawning on you and the horror that followed from the revelation.

"You're a sick fucking bastard, Kai."

"Don't even think of bitting off your tongue, or any other silly idea to escape. I'll rearrange you back together, but I won't be as kind afterwards if you make do that." He spoke quickly over your words, hopefully quicker than your thoughts too. "I'm giving you a choice."

Despite glaring at him with passionate disgust, you showed to be just as brilliant as he had assumed you to be, simply turning your face away in a sign of accepted defeat, sign of accepting fate like enlightenment.

"Good girl."

His voice like a purr, pleased by your compliance so much more fitting on a woman. Chisaki slowly slid the gloves off his hands, maintaining eye contact with you. The naked palm of his hand copped a feel of the supple flesh of your exposed inner thigh. From your mouth, he heard a barely audible, muffled cry. He shuddered, the sound making his cock twitch with need.

Chisaki roughly grabbed your ankles to force your legs to spread, the mound of your pussy, all plump and throbbing was only covered by thin underwear he was quick to rip off you. With you cursing him again as background noise, he fixated on the certain wetness already making your folds look slick, and he groaned at the sight. He leaned over you, fingers quick to spread your lower lips with his thumb to get a good view of your pulsating hole, then sliding two long fingers inside.

Tight. You were impossibly tight as you squirmed and clamped around his fingers, the sign of a good cunt that knew how to squeeze out the fertile seed of a mate. Were you perhaps a virgin? He chose to believe so, or the thought of another man pouring their worthless release into you would make him a little too angry.

"You, bastard—aahh!"

You moaned a little too quickly when he started moving his fingers inside you, massaging your inner walls and already filling you with barely two digits. Your voice was positively whorish, as it should be, you were doing your part as a woman in this mating ritual.

"Good. Feel it. Enjoy it, I'm doing this for you as much as for me."

His voice low and husky, breathing already quickening. His eyes looked up from your pussy's gapping hole, to your face. The sight of your burning cheeks, brows knit together in distress and pleasure, you were responding better than he could've asked.

Chisaki unbuckled his belt, quickly getting that out of the way to climb on top of the table, crawl above you with his erect cock pulled out, hard and throbbing and begging for a prime female like you to receive all a prime male like himself had to offer.

"Get the fuck off me."

He slapped your face with the back of his hand, he sound dry and echoing against every tile on the room. He wished it wasn't necessary, but it was part of what he was meant to do, break your delusion of strength and help you accept the role you had been blessed with the moment you were born a quirkless woman.

"Behave, and I promise you will see that this is exactly were you were meant to be." His large palm cradled the bruised spot where he had slapped you, while he positioned the swollen head of his cock at your entrance, and with that he slowly entered you.

"Ahhh....Kai..."

"Fuck, fuuuck...you're so damn tight. See? You are made for this..."

He growled with you moaning underneath, the bindings keeping you against the table cracking from your body writhing in delirium from the breaching cock filling your walls until he was balls deep inside you, his girth stretching you like nothing surely had before.

Chisaki had to take in a breath to keep himself together, his hips trembling from the incredible feeling of your snug, tight walls sucking his cock like a vacuum. The flesh enveloping him was scorching hot, pulsating around every vein on his cock and squeezing.

He gazed down at your face, twisted so lovely in fright, pleasure, epiphany, looking back at him through glazed eyes. You looked perfect, if not downright angelic, all meek and weak as a woman should be.

His forearms hooked around the backs of your knees, bending them flush against your chest in a most perfect mating press. And with that, Chisaki finally pulled his cock back just to hammer it back in in a powerful thrust that had you throwing your head back and gaping at the mouth with his name on your tongue.

"You were made to be bred."

His hips started a relentless pace, drilling his cock inside your pulsating heat, scrapping your insides around him, the brush of his pubes against your folds and the slapping of his balls against your ass the proof of how deep he was pushing himself inside.

"You were meant to bear my child, a perfect quirkless woman like you. This. Is. Your. Purpose." Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his hips, your body rocking from the strength of him.

"No...no, that's...mmm, not true...!"

You tried to argue back while choking on your own moans, your cunt squeezed him tighter than before. The last remains of your strength, he was so close to breaking them.

"Why fight it? Is there anyone else who would look twice at you?"

"That's...ahhh...that's..."

"They don't understand how valuable you are."

You kept clamping down on him, your orgasm already building up and ready to burst at any second now.

"But I do." His muscles contracted as his entire body pinned you down. "I'll give you everything, the biggest joy any woman could ask for."

You didn't reply, but your body did. A powerful orgasm ripped through your body, walks sucking at his cock like you were trying to milk his seed. Your lips parted in a perfect pout as you came, toes curling and half lidded eyes barely able to focus.

He kept thrusting, like an animal in heat with nothing but the mindless need to impregnate a mate. Your pussy squeezing him so hard he was cumming not long after, sinking as deep as possible into you with his balls throbbing, as he released a big thick, sticky load into the entrance of your fertile womb. Spurts of cum filling you up until there was no drop wasted, until you were stuffed.

Chisaki kept you in a mating press, not wanting his seed to drool out of your whole yet, he wanted to make sure you were getting impregnated.

"We'll make some great quirkless children together."

He huffed, looking down at you and relishing that broken expression full of delight, like that of a someone who had finally accepted her role, as you breathed through a smile.

"Yes."

[angelina-darkness]

John would be coming home like this to you

Small story summary

Content titles

Vivi & John

Contains: language. Sexual theme

You stare out trying to have a single normal day but somehow he was there to see you but he couldn't even stop to stay but you instantly try to avoid him because he was the most powerful man alive who's capable of anything.

But deep inside he was also alone even a trouble man would be like that he was kept under a dark place since he was all alone just being a follower in vought

" john... are you okay is there anything you wanna talk about " you tried to convince him to tell you what's going on his blue eyes would blink like marble type of colors which makes you stare around to keep normal but your heart would rise

" hmm not really I was thinking about you alot you been what avoiding me because I told you the other day I was involved" meaning he was the one responsible for the terrorist supes being created by him he didnt even lie about his words

" I...uh no I wasnt trying to avoid you I just needed some space I hope you understand why, I wanted to know how I mean why?"

Your voice became weaker when you spoke about it

" okay enough already you questioning me again you know how I hate that, anyhow i dont wanna talk about that "

He was leaning abit further from the desk to where you are trying to push yourself by the chair almost immediately your heart was beating fast he could even hear it too but the fear made him grin

" oh babe you worry too much theirs that fear again" he moves slowly trying to study you more but you kinda title your head aside breathing gently by wearing the white shirt blouse and your black short skirt

" uh I no... that's not it I was just worried what if they ask me about it I mean also the white house would " you swallow hard looking at the same man but he was tall and pretty you could even see the blue lining above his torso even the shape figure of his form you just sit back

" your scared arent you. Theirs no need for that if I wanted to even if they find out I will destroy everyone of them, I would kill for you they don't matter to me but you, you surely are beautiful"

You see him biting his lip from your eyes to his he grab by your head inhaling sharply shuddering

" please john I wont tell I didnt tell them anything i will do whatever you want " you finally surrender

He took you close enough towards his strong right arm guiding you into that kiss he pressed his warm mouth clashing towards you like a fire breathing hunger it made you blush with that excitement even the affection you want

" mmm-mmm take your clothes off I wanna see you again babygirl" he was whispering so gently he kept his fingers sliding toward between those thighs you been bad enough for him

" fuck you, you can always think you can have what you want I hate you still but i dont want you to fucking go anywhere daddy"

You spoke with many sassy attitude about how to provoke him he finally huffs with that husky gentle tone it almost sound like a wolf

" fucking little bitch, your mine and I can do whatever the fuck I want whenever I say it, you follow me your mine alone even this little cunt of yours "

He was mentioning about your wetness the same warm fingers made you groan alittle even aroused by that grip you belong to this king

" my goodness hell...john please I love you. You damn crazy man take me please " your weak even helpless towards him you kissed him but he pulled your shirt to rip them apart even when he took his blue opening zipper above him he almost looked like a male model type by that body he remove his American flag even his shoulder pads to help him to take them off tossing them down

" I fucking love you say it you little slut " he demands by that tone you know how he is and he loves to play dirty

" I wanna be fucked i love you please daddy"

You kissed his fingers to suck them above you wet above your mouth drooling he finally hissed growling gripping your breast hard but you felt his mouth devouring even wet it made the thousand jolts sparkling like a flame burning you but inside you want him

" mmm that's it your my favorite bitch I want you to scream instead " spank behind your ass he didnt let you go

" I want it daddy " you reach to stroke his cock gently to focus on his eyes on you

" oh man you said enough put those mouth to work first babe"

He made you kneel to push you down grabbing your head up to guide his tip towards your mouth but you were hungry too

" mmm I love you " you open your mouth to suck him even you heard him exhale which means he loves everything inch he felt your mouth again even your tongue it almost made him uncontrollable to keep his hunger he reach behind your blonde hair more tightly

" fuck...mmm-mmm dont stop baby I love that you so fucking hot"

He was moaning for you to keep going when your mouth widen for him you taste him above your mouth also spitting to wet the rest giving him deep throat also moving your head gently even more he finally had enough when he grab your head hard thrusting inside your mouth for more you gasp also grabbing his legs to keep up but you gag abit gasping for air he force it in until he was hard also even pleased

" oh fuck...ahh..come here little one you earn it now " john made you stand putting you against the desk to bend you straight up putting your ass for him to see how gorgeous you look he scratch beneath the skin when it made you hiss but your stomach was shivering even behind your back he press sliding inside you but he wasnt easy at all he wanted to fuck you hard

" mmm-mmm babe oh fuck dont stop...ahhhhhh damn it. It feels so good " you yelled groaning out reaching for the desk tightly feeling yourself moving along with his thrust he went on faster for the rhythms to pick up and pacing more he groans moaning through his own lungs breathing in and out moaning along with you

" oohh vivi your mine, who do you fucking belong huh?"

Spanks you hard to make you winced but it felt so good when he speed up the pace causing you to cry out like your in pain but you love it you felt him pulling your hair tugging it hard

" oh god your my fucking god mmm-mmm john...please daddy... I love you my king..."

You wailed trying to cover your mouth above you but you couldnt help it he covered your mouth instead to held your arms around when he held them from behind you. You wailed making you in tears he was harder this time pounding you

" aahhh...fuck oh my little baby your gonna make me cum yes...that's it take it mmm-mmm..." he moans by your ear biting it behind you, you feel him inside you tearing from your walls even your inside being wet so much your body wanted to explode

" john...aahhh...fucking hell I'm gonna cum daddy..."

you finally hit your orgasm making you cry by your lips it also made you aroused like hell, he was also burning he groans beside your neck from biting them hard to keep his voice he breathes kissing your lips deeply letting you settle your up to have you reach for him he gasp gently sighing with each kiss

" mmm my little one " he made you turn to face kissing your figure when you sat up by the desk grabbing on to his back clinging on

" I love you so much dont leave me alone john" you kissed him for more but he gaze into you from stroking your cheek when he nuzzled

" mmm I want you always with me you will rule by side if you want to you'll obey me yes " grip your jaw from kissing your neck he bit it hard when he heard you groan

" aahh yes...I will daddy I would risk everything your my fucking obession "

Your words made you cry abit because you mean it he spread your legs apart entering in you again he grab the desk also thrusting aggressively this time against your warm walls you moans when he fucked you so much by the pace he almost wanted to break you apart

" aahh...mmm-mmm john...oh John....damn it I love it" you yelled by his ear in pleasure closing your eyes shut you scratch behind him wrapping your arms around him to close to keep him but he gaze into you again watching you voice rising throwing your head back moving by the desk seductively your toes and even your legs began to shake

" oh fuck...ahhh...babe" john reach you but this time he cum inside like hell he groans exhaling and even gently to keep you with him

" mmm-mmm you feel so good I love you " you layed back by the desk when he slows down to lean he carried you by the couch to settle you down when he took you there he breathes from catching his breath chuckling slightly

" oh man your always keeping me alive vivi" you saw him staring again when you leans beside him snuggling up with him to keep him from everything else you close your eyes to feel his skin he made you exhausted from that heat.

[celticbabs13]

CHAPTER 20 - Daughter of the Old Blood Added!

Summary:

Geralt seeks out Dandelion at The Chameleon in Novigrad during the Belleteyn Holiday (May Day, May 1st). A surprise visit from Avallac'h opens the Witcher's understanding regarding prophecies surrounding Cirilla and their soon-to-arrive son.

**Content Warning** - The opening of this chapter is a continuation of the intimate scene between Ciri and Geralt. If that bothers you, advise to skip the first scene.

This chapter is long, longer than any other posted so far, but it was written more for me and the care of the characters. ;) I don't think you'll mind overly much. ;)

Chapter Excerpt:

The door opened and the hooded figure from the common room stepped in and nodded once at both men. “Gentlemen, do not be alarmed.”

The tall slender figure draped in robes of multi coordinated colors became visible as he held his cloak aside and removed the hood. His light brown hair brushed back gleamed with silver streaks. Prominent cheekbones gave him a sharp and stern expression.

Geralt rose and took a step toward the elf. “You dare show up here now, sage?”

A hand rose with palm facing him. “Geralt, as I said, no need for alarm. I am not your foe.” Cold piercing crystal blue eyes penetrated him in that eerily way sending shivers down his spine. A high intellect reflected in those clear eyes. “I am not your foe,” he repeated, looking at both of them directly. “May I join you?”

Dandelion glanced at him, worry etched his features. Curling a lip, Geralt gestured to a chair despite his desire to throw him through the window. Ciri wouldn’t have left to fight the Frost if it hadn’t been for Avallac’h’s influence. But, clearly, there was good reason he had decided to show up out of the blue again and bet it had to do with Ciri. If his assumption was correct, he needed to know what this was about.

Avallac’h, tall, broad shouldered, settled himself gracefully in the chair by the table. Geralt sat across from him. Dandelion, glancing between the two, appeared uncomfortable and lost. Remembering who he was, he offered the sage a drink. He declined politely.

“I’ll leave you two then--”

“Stay, Dandelion. Have a seat.” Geralt directed without removing his eyes from the sage.The bard sat down keeping his back straight as a rod.

Geralt sat back in a relaxed manner. “Can’t imagine why you’re here after everything that went down on Undvik. Ciri passed through the portal you opened and, well, frankly didn’t think of you again after that. Assumed you went back to… wherever you call home.”

Avallac’h studied him, carefully keeping his features neutral, not betraying a shred of emotion. “I left as all have done. Did not wish to stick around while you and your sorceress had your little… spat.”

Swallowing a retort, Geralt inhaled a deep breath. “Be careful, sage,” was all he managed to grate out in a low voice.

“Hope you managed to work things out with your Yennefer. After all, the isle still stands, albeit not for the devastation she caused venting her fury on you. But that is not my concern. Let us skip beyond the pleasantries shall we, Geralt?”

“I said be careful, sage.”

“Let’s be real, Geralt. Think I’m so naive that I don’t know what happened on Undvik preceding the battle with the Hunt? Clearly, I know full well what happened afterwards. And why.”

Geralt swallowed again, leering at the sage, putting all effort into keeping a straight face before entertaining the idea of throttling the elf. Dandelion’s curious gaze rested on him, waiting for him, his reaction.

Avallac’h’s ice blue gaze focused on the table, in particular, on the scroll Geralt had picked up from the floor moments ago. “So, I see you found my scrolls.”

Geralt shot a questioning gaze at the bard. Dandelion cleared his throat.

“Aahh, Avallac’h showed up the other day and asked for this suite for a couple days. How could I turn him down, I mean--?”

“But you told me this suite was vacated at the moment.”

“It was,” Avallac’h intervened. “I had stepped out. Now I’ve returned.”

Exhaling, Geralt stared daggers at the sage. “Get to the f**king point, Avallac'h. Why are we having this conversation?”

“Relax, Witcher. I understand the hard feelings you have for me, rest assured, I’m here only to help. After all, so many, let's say... decades of my life were dedicated to Cirilla’s purpose, preparing for her, and then teaching her to control her magic when the time was ripe--”

“And sent her on a senseless mission that could have destroyed her.” Geralt slammed a fist down on the table. The scrolls bounced and settled again.

“Senseless? No. The Frost had to be dealt with either now or later, but she did not perish, that is all that matters. Nor did she succeed, entirely, but the effort was there. And it was only because of you that she managed that much. I must admit, Geralt, since Cirilla has been in your life, she has been a stronger person for it. You taught her well. She trusts you utterly and completely.” The gravity of his smooth voice lowered and grew more serious, attracting his complete attention. “Your influence resonates within her. You could say, breathed new life in her.”

Silence settled like a fleece blanket over them and despite the sage’s piercing gaze, the air became suffocating. Dandelion discreetly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.Geralt measured Avallac’h with a steely, unblinking gaze, penetrating the elf’s carefully guarded soul. Damn, guard it well, he did. Could he know?

Avallac’h kept his gaze just as even, his lips curving in a slight, arrogant smile. His next words were deadly serious. “My work with Cirilla is not yet complete, you see. I know she’s returned from her otherworldly adventure, the Wild Hunt has been defeated, through no small amount of impressive effort by you and your friends. Shows how dedicated you are to your beloved Cirilla. You’re a capable man, Geralt. Yet Cirilla’s purpose is not yet fulfilled. In three months, she will fulfill that purpose. Some say, as I believe, it is her true purpose, Geralt. The Hunt and the Frost, merely training grounds.”

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Author's Note: I cannot thank you enough for sticking with this non-canonical SL so long and with such enthusiasm you've shown! Especially with the last chapter with the love scene between our favorite characters! No other chapter had received so many Kudos and hits in such a short period of time than that one! I am so grateful to all of you.

Many thanks to VicofThor - my beta reader with whose support I count on.

A special thank you to a new fan, Sashka Meilo, for reaching out to me privately. Our conversation was delightful and enlightening and I credit Sashka with the title of this chapter.

[fateandfire]

Even though it’s a victory feast, Inuchiyo has a sour look on his face. At least compared to Hideyoshi, smiling ear to ear. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but Inuchiyo’s cheeks keep getting redder and redder, while Hideyoshi’s grin gets wider and wider, laughing loud enough they can probably hear him all the way in Echigo. You go to them to refill their sake when you catch the tail end of Hideyoshi’s sentence.

“...got lucky, but you don’t take care of her the way I could, if you catch my drift.“

You stop dead in your tracks, hoping you misunderstood or heard wrong. You know that Hideyoshi previously had feelings for you, but you thought he had gotten over that. And what does he mean by “take care” of you?

He winks at a tomato-faced Inuchiyo and the pieces fall into place. Oh hells, he means...

“Shut it, you drunk bastard,“ Inuchiyo growls through clenched teeth.

“Oh, hey!“ Hideyoshi beams at you, seemingly unaware that you heard some of his previous sentence. You shake your head out of your thoughts and continue over to the pair.

“Lord Hideyoshi, would you perhaps like more sake?“ you ask as neutrally as possible. You don’t want to put a damper on the evening or be a the reason Inuchiyo gets into a fight. But the minute you glance at Inuchiyo, you know that he know you heard something, because he is no longer red with anger, but rosy with embarrassment, eyes wide and darting about.

“Ah yes, thank you!“ Hideyoshi thrusts his cup at you, nearly brushing his knuckles against your hip, clearly feeling the alcohol in one capacity or another. You chuckle nervously and gingerly take the cup from his hand and begin to refll it. But as you pour, he keeps his arm out, eyes traveling downward, and rests his hand gently on your hip, studying your curves through your kimono. You nearly jump out of your skin and end up spilling the sake all over both yourself and Hideyoshi.

“Oh! Oh, um... I-I’m so sorry, Lord Hideyoshi!“ You bow frantically and begin to dry off his sleeves when you feel a strong, familiar hand stopping your arm.

“You did that on purpose,“ Inuchiyo snarls at Hideyoshi.

“Huh?“ You can’t help but stammer in confusion as Inuchiyo holds onto your forearm.

“You wanted her to wipe you down, didn’t you?“ he continues.

Your face is so red, you can feel it in your ears. No, would Hideyoshi...?

“Oh, no, no!“ Hideyoshi stumbles over his words, clearly understanding the wrath he is about to face. “I’m sorry, I seem to be feeling the sake a little bit. Forgive me, allow me to catch some fresh air.” He stands, bows, and begins to exit the room. “Don’t worry boys, I’ll be right back!” Hideyoshi calls back to no one in particular.

“Now you wait one--“

“Inuchiyo, you’re hurting my arm...“

He immediately release his grip, looking at the red marks he’s left on your skin without even trying to. Inuchiyo takes your arm again, but this time with such delicacy, both hands, running his thumbs regretfully over the possible burgeoning bruises.

“Shit, now I’ve gone and hurt you... I’m the worst... I’m sorry, love...“

“N-no, it’s alright...”

“At least let me wrap it up.”

“Since when have you been any good at that, Inuchiyo?”

He scowls.

“Come on, let me do this, please.“ He looks at you pleadingly and you remember Hideyoshi’s words to him: you don’t take care of her the way I could.

Maybe he wants to prove him wrong? But, in every way, Inuchiyo has always taken care of you, ever since you were kids. And once you became a couple, he has made sure that you’ve never wanted for anything.

Even so, you let him take your hand and gently pull you towards the hallway. He appears to really need this, and eventually, you make your way to his chambers, the one with the old hole he punched into the wall when you first arrived here so he could make sure Hideyoshi could not take advantage of you.

“Sit down,“ he says softly, heading towards the dresser. You obey, sitting on the bedding, watching his back. Every time you see it, you’re struck by how broad and masculine his shoulders are, how much of a man he has become. You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until he turns back around and asks what you’re making a face for. You only answer by blushing and looking away. Inuchiyo sits and motions for me to hold you arm out for him, and you do. He sighs unhappily and begins to wrap your arm, sloppily and slowly.

“I’m so awful to you,“ he says under his breath.

“No you’re not!“ you almost shout, surprising both him and yourself. He blinks once, eyes wide, but then looks back down, dejected.

“No, Hideyoshi was right... I don’t--“

“No one could take care of me the way you do. Not even half as well.“

Inuchiyo stops wrapping and stares at you.

“And even if Hideyoshi were to... take care of me... I would be longing for you the whole time.“

He turns slightly pink.

“Don’t... say things like that. Not unless...“

“Hm?“

“Not unless you’re ready to handle the consequences.“

Now it’s your turn to blush, but there is no denying the truth in your heart. You look up at him, and say, “So do I have to face consequences every time I tell you the truth?”

Inuchiyo wastes no time in pulling you to him by the arm so you’re wrapped in his, his lips fastened onto yours desperately.

“Nn... Inuchiyo, you undid the bandage...“ you moan into his kiss.

“I’ll fix it later,“ he breathes into your mouth, positioning you on his lap, fingers running wildly through your hair, his tongue seeking yours as if it’s the only thing in the world he’s ever wanted. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pulling his face into yours, kissing him back just as fiercely. He lets out a small gasp into your mouth at your touch, and it sends a new heat through your body. You love getting reactions like this from him.

But you know where this is going. And everyone is still awake, the party not even beginning to die down. You can hear talk and laughter clearly through the walls, and as much as you want him, there’s the chance that someone could hear you.

“Mn... Inuchiyo, wait...“ You try to stop him but he won’t relent.

“No, I’ve been waiting for you for so long... hells, I missed you so much while I was gone... I couldn’t stop thinking about you...“

Augh, he knows exactly what to say to get to you. You missed him so much too. He lightly sucks at your throat and you let out a moan far louder than you had anticipated. Your hand flies to your mouth but he catches you by the wrist.

“No, don’t quiet yourself.“ He continues to nip and lick and suck on your throat.

“B-but... the others... they might hear... Hideyoshi might--“

“I want him to hear,“ he cut you off. Inuchiyo bites your throat a little harder, making sure to leave a deep purple mark. You gasp and shudder at the mixture of sharp pain and intense pleasure.

“W-what??“

“I want him... no, I want the whole damn castle to know how much you belong to me. I want them to know that even if they come on to you at all, you’re mine.“ He gently kisses the welt he left mere seconds ago, soothing the throbbing that lingers.

“Please... I... need them to know.“ He looks back at you and there’s no way you can say no to those eyes. And you’re sure he knows that. You answer him by slowly taking his bottom lip between your teeth and sucking. When you release his lip, you whisper, “I’m all yours, always, Inuchiyo.“

He smiles softly at you, kissing your nose, but then his smile turns wicked. You know that look. He swiftly pins you dwn on your back, his hands interlaced with yours, tongue traveling down your jawline, to your throat, to your collabone, parting your kimono as he goes.

“Ah! Inuchiyo...!“ You can’t help but cry out and your hand tries to move on its own to cover your mouth, but his fingers remain firmly planted on yours, his strength overwhelming. His prowess in battle comes from that strength, and the thought of him using that strength on you sends wonderful shivers down your spine.

“Mm, I love hearing you like that for me...“

He latches his lips onto your nipple, letting one of your hands free so he can toy with the other one. A high pitched squeal leaves your throat, but this time, you move your free hand to bury itself into Inuchiyo’s black locks instead of covering the source of the sounds. He groans into your breast, the sensation of his breath only causing you to gasp more. He begins to squeeze the full swell of your breast, pressing his fingers down as if to claim the territory as his, while he pulls as much of the other one into his mouth as possible. Your back arches and your hips point upward, and as your head titls back, you see a familiar fixure: the hole in the wall.

It’s not even that someone could hear you, anymore! Hideyoshi might see you!

“Wait, Inuchiyo! The hole!”

Inuchiyo raises his body off of yours and looks at you in disbelief.

“Don’t you remember? The hole!“

His eyes go as wide as dinner plates, blinks twice, then makes his way up to your ear and whispers, “If you insist.”

Before you can process his words, his head dives beneath the fabric of your clothes and you feel his tongue between your legs.

“A-ah! N-not what I meant! Oh...!“ You’re practically yelling as his tongue begins to travel inside you. Your eyes roll back and you are lost to him. You look at the hole in the wall but the haze brought on by his mouth pleasurnig you causes you to lose all cares of anyone else but him. You don’t care if anyone hears or sees anymore. You just need to have him. You missed him so much while he was gone. You worried so terribly that this would be the time he’d return to you as a corpse instead of the man you love. You need him, evey piece of him, with you now, no matter the cost.

Inuchiyo completely removes your kimono, and in a flash, his clothes are in a messy pile on top of yours.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says.

“Then don’t,“ you reply, brushing the hair from his face.

Without missing a beat, he parts your legs and enters you fully.

“A-aahh! I-Inuchiyo!“

“Hells, my love...you’re s-so warm... and... w-wet...“

His face is buried in your neck but you know he’s blushing just by saying you’re wet. You feel the heat rise even higher, threatening to break you.

“Nnn... do you... like it?“ you ask tentatively. He’s never commented on that before.

“I love it almost as much as I love you.“

You shiver in his arms as he gently rocks inside you. Your hands travel down his chest, and as he sits up, you can’t help but be mesmerized by his body, battle-hardened, broad, so big and strong, every inch of him everything you desire and more. You bite your lip as you stare and you hear him chuckle softly.

“Did you miss me?“

You look up at his face and see the gentle smile directed at you. You reach up to touch his cheek.

“I missed you more than I thought was possible,“ you whisper.

Inuchiyo grabs your hips and thrusts in deep with a great suddenness, and you feel his teeth lock down on your collarbone.

“Tell them. Tell them how much you missed me.“

“A-ah! Oh, Inuchiyo...! I... I missed you so much!“ Even though you don’t really want anyone to hear, there’s no way you can hold back with how hard he is pounding you. He nips on your earlobe and asks, “Do you want me to stop?“

“No! D-don’t stop! Please!“ You’re breathless, heart pounding, the pleasure filling your body almost other-worldly. He pulls himself upright and begins to gently rub circles on that one spot right above where he’s entered you and you can’t help but scream.

“Do I make you feel good? Do I treat you well?“

“I-Inuchiyo, you feel so good! I... I might... aah! Oh...!“

You begin to writhe under him, static waves of ecstasy rolling through you, the noises coming out of you seeming not your own and louder than you have ever been in your life. Inuchiyo begins to rock you even harder, hands on your hips, thrusting and pounding with animalistic fervor. He puts one hand underneath you, digging his fingertips into your cheek, the other hand making its way to your hair, gripping tightly.

“Gah! Y-you...!“

“Inuchiyo, you’re going to make me--!“

You cannot finish your sentence. Your body spasm beneath him as you feel his seed shoot up into you, his groans of pleasure music to your ears, but not holding a candle to how loud your cries are. He collapses on top of you,and you’re both breathing heavily. You look up at him, trying to catch your breath, but he brings his lips down, kisses you gently but deeply, and when he pulls away, he says, “I love you. So much.”

“I... love you too. So much.“

“I think the castle knows who belong to now,“ he chuckless. You cover your face with your hands.

“Hells, I can’t believe I did that...“

Inuchiyo lets out a loud laugh.

“You were so cute though. I love the voice you have for me.“

“I hope not too many people heard...“

“Well, even if no one heard...“ he pokes all of the marks he left on me. “...they’ll certainly know.“ He grins wickedly.

“Oh, no! Inuchiyo... you!“

You push his chest as he laughs at you, easing off and out of you so he can fall back on the bedding, clutch his stomach and laugh harder.

“Oh yeah? Is that how it’s gonna be?“ You sit up and pout, which only makes him laugh more.

“If that’s how you’re gonna be, then--“ You launch yourself and bite down on his neck, doing your best to leave a nice, big mark. He gasps and tries to push you away, but he more he pushes, the harder you bite down.

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow okay! I give in! I’m sorry! Jeez...“

I let go and he clutches his neck, rubbing it.

“You asked for it...“ you whisper, feeling slightly bad.

“Augh, I can’t be upset at you...“ he blushes and pulls you to him. “You’re too cute, you know.“

As he wraps his arms around you, you look at the wall and see the hole that leads to Hideyoshi’s room, but something about it looks different. It seems like at some point during your lovemaking, a blanket was shoved into the hole to not allow anyone to see you.

“Look, Inuchiyo.“ You point at the hole in the wall.

“Damn, I forgot about that thing. Someone could’ve seen... no, Hideyoshi could’ve seen! He could’ve seen you... naked!“ He clutches you tighter, covering your breasts with his hands as if to shield them from prying eyes. Or perhaps he just wants them in his hands.

“No, Inuchiyo. Look, he covered it.“

“Huh... wonder when he did that.“

You open your mouth to say when, but you close it. It’s probably that Hideyoshi did see you naked, but he was kind enough to cover up the window to allow you some semblance of decency. But if Inuchiyo knew, all he’d think about would be the fact that Hideyoshi saw you.

But at the end of the day, Hideyoshi could see and hear how well Inuchiyo treats you, so you suppose the goal was met.

“Wait... ist hat what you meant before when you said...“

“Yeah.“

You turn back to look at the man holding you and his face has drained of its color.

“Oh... oh my god... I-I’m so sorry. When you said ‘hole’ all I could think about was your...“ the blood now rushes back to your face.

“I-it’s fine, Inuchiyo. I.. really... um... enjoyed... what you did.“

He works his hand through your hair and you lean back against him, exhausted and relaxed by his touch, and you feel yourself falling into a sleep.

You wake to find yourself wrapped up in Inuchiyo’s bedding, but no Inuchiyo. You can stil hear the noise of the party, but it’s starting to wind down. It seems once you fell asleep, Inuchiyo went back to the party, possibly to gloat. But you don’t mind. Normally after you make love, he always seems to be filled with a new vigor, while you just want to pass out after how well he work your body. You also feel a little bad that he missed so much of the party because he was with you, but at the same time, you think he probably would’ve rather made fierce love to you than do anything else.

“Hey, Inuchiyo!“ You hear Hideyoshi’s voice in the hallway. Uh oh.

“Whaddya want?“ Inuchiyo is drunk. Great. You get ready to stop a fight between them, but Hideyoshi says, “I’m sorry, Toshiie. I... I shouldn’t have said anything... you know, about you and her.“

Inuchiyo laughs.

“Thanks. But if you ever do it again, or touch her like that, you know I’m gonna have to deck you.“

Hideyoshi chuckles. “I’ll try to remember that. Although, I don’t think I’m goint to forget how happy you make her any time soon...”

You hear a footstep and Inuchiyo yelp in pain.

“She got you good, didn’t she?“

You can’t help but burst into laughter. They both pause, then the door flings open and Inuchiyo pulls you to him.

“Nah, we got each other.“ He begins to poke all of your marks again.

“H-hey! Stop that!“ You push him off, red as a pepper, but holding in a smile. Inuchiyo and you continue to play fight as Hideyoshi laughs, and if things could stay like this forever, you think you would be the luckiest girl on the planet.

[youkaibarai]

Title: a sacrificial kind of beauty

Summary: In which the Master of the Mononokean and his employee see each other a little differently. (See end of the work for notes.)

“Eh—it’s raining again?”

Extending a hand to the sky, Ashiya gazed upwards to the gathering storm clouds and felt the gentle patter of rain against his skin. Gradually, the raindrops became faster, heavier, drumming against the rooftop floor. Beside him, Fuzzy recoiled in discomfort, nuzzling up to Ashiya’s leg for warmth. Tucking the inflatable beach ball under his arm, Ashiya reached down to ruffle the demon’s fur, lifting him off the wet ground.

Turning his attention toward Abeno, he suggested, “We should get inside… Fuzzy is cold.” As though to provide evidence, he held Fuzzy up to eye-level with Abeno. His only response was a brisk mmh before he ambled towards the wall, muttered, “Mononokean, come,” and made his way inside. Ashiya trailed right behind him.

Sliding the door shut, Ashiya set Fuzzy down, who shook the rain off its fur. “Aahh, it’s so warm in here~ the rain is freezing...” he sighed, leaning against the tea room’s wall in relief.

“And whose fault is it for not even bringing a sweatshirt?” came Abeno’s inevitable retort, to which Ashiya complained that ‘he didn’t know it would rain today’, despite the morning weather reports notifying him of this. Ashiya began to ask Abeno if he had any clients this weekend, until he suddenly shot up, recalling, “Ah! I left my bag outside!”

“You have the attention span of a five-year-old to forget it outside,” Abeno commented. “I do not! I dropped it because Fuzzy was running up there before me, and I had to chase after him!” Ashiya defended petulantly, crossing his arms.

After a few more minutes of trivial argument, Ashiya made his way outside, holding up an arm over his head to shield himself from the rain. His sneakers sloshed through the rainy pavement as he darted towards his school bag, picking it up with a wince at the thought of his school supplies being drenched beyond repair. All those notes I copied down from Fusshi and Saga… he thought agonizingly.

“Hurry up,” Abeno called from the safety of the Mononokean, rather impatiently as a draft breezed through, making him shiver. Ashiya was about to turn back around to the tea room, however, he halted in his tracks when he saw an unusual sight. There, nestled in the grass, was what appeared to be a young girl. Startled, Ashiya emitted an uwa–h! of shock, stumbling back and eyeing her closely. However, upon further inspection, he realized this girl was anything but human—a demon, undoubtedly.

Her body looked frail, as if a single touch would cause her to shatter. She was very petite, and easily looked like a kindergartener by her size. At first, Ashiya hadn't noticed her because of her ghostly image: pale skin appeared to be translucent, as though she was fading away. It was then that Ashiya recalled their exorcism with Kinako—she had almost disappeared because she hadn't eaten anything…!

Kneeling down, Ashiya set a hand on the demon’s shoulder, cold to the touch, as he shook her gently. “Ah, miss? Miss, can you stand?” he began to ask. When there was no response or movement, Ashiya’s worry grew. “Can you hear me? Are you awake?” he continued to urge, each word a bit more frantic than the last.

“Ashiya!” Abeno shouted again, this time certainly more impatient as he waited, clutching the hems of his kimono. Looking over his shoulder, he called back, “Abeno-san! There's a demon over here!”

At their yells, the demon began to stir, gazing up through beady black eyes. “Ah—it's okay, you're safe,” Ashiya reassured, standing up with her in his arms. He was startled at how she seemed to weigh like nothing as he lifted her up. He got a better look at her as he carried her toward the Mononokean. She was dressed in a black and red kimono, with sleeves far too large for her. The pattern resembled… a butterfly? Ashiya noticed two red circles on the sleeves, and surely enough, on the obi were drawings of butterflies. She had medium black hair, messy and a bit wavy, with a red hairpiece to finish. What was funny was that Ashiya didn’t notice her lack of legs until he set her down, sopping wet, upon the tatami mat (in fact, she didn’t seem to have any limbs at all—her kimono was completely loose at the ends without any sign of arms nor legs.)

With a frustrated sigh, Abeno muttered, “I thought you went back to get your bag, not a demon,” while slamming the door shut. Though, despite the sharpness of his words, Abeno made haste in preparing hot tea for the feeble demon.

All the while, Ashiya was staring at her intently, gazing with eyes like saucers until Abeno snapped, “Stop looking at her like that. It's rude.”

“A-ah, sorry… it's just… did you see she has no legs?” He dropped the second part of his sentence to a whisper, as though it would really do anything, and Abeno simply offered a roll of his eyes. Not bothering to work up a reply, Abeno shifted to sit beside the demon.

The demon took a bit to come to her senses. Ashiya then reported his initial observation, asking, “Abeno-san, is she okay? She looks like she’s going to disappear any moment…” Seeing the apprehensive expression on his features, Abeno turned to say, “Because you found her when you did, she’ll be okay.” He said nothing more than this. The thought of a demon disappearing without a sound in the Mundane World made Ashiya’s stomach churn.

Turning his attention back to the butterfly-like demon, he tried his best not to intimidate her with his intent expression. She stared up at the ceiling, slowly dragging her gaze across the entire room as though to burn every detail into her mind. Hoping to clear up any confusion, Abeno spoke, “Good afternoon. You're in the Mononokean right now—my employee brought you inside. Are you hurt?” Her eyes landed on him. Then, after what felt like an eternity of silence, she murmured, “Monono… kean…?”

Before Abeno could utter any words of confirmation, abruptly, the demon sat upright. “Yes—the Mononokean…!” she echoed, staring up at Abeno with renewed hope in her tone, despite its hoarseness and scratchiness. Abeno offered the tea.

After warming up and getting comfortable inside the tea room, she introduced herself as Chouko, elaborating that she had come to enjoy the Mundane World in all its beauty, but with the constant downpour, she had struggled to find refuge each day. It was for that reason she pleaded for Abeno to send her back to the Underworld, in fear that the rain would further weaken her body.

There was an odd tinge of hesitance in Abeno’s tone as he spoke, Ashiya noticed, but the blond responded to her request with a bow and a, “As you wish.”

A small frown appeared on Ashiya’s face. Is that really it? he pondered. It’s awful that she came all the way here, only to be pelted by the rain… As Abeno rose to his feet, ready to send her off, Ashiya cut in, “Wait—give me a sec,” and turned to unzip the front pocket of his drenched schoolbag. Rifling around in the pouch, Abeno aimed a puzzled look at him, until Ashiya pulled out something small enough to fit in his palm. Chouko blinked.

Opening up his fingers, Ashiya revealed a small teru teru bozu sitting within his hand. Crocheted from white acrylic yarn, the traditional ghost-like doll had a red ribbon tied around its neck, with two black eyes and a red smile to match. “Chouko-san, take this. My mom made a few, but we took them down to make room for other plants.” The demon blinked, not seeming to understand. “Ah—it’s a teru teru bozu. Have you ever heard of them? You hang them up if you want the weather to be clear the next day. So maybe, if you wear one around your neck…” Ashiya leaned forward to deftly tie the string behind her neck. “And… there! You’ll be safe from the rain now. And even if it does rain with that on, it’ll give you the perseverance to make it through the weather.”

Chouko stared downwards at the charm and suddenly began to beam. “For me…?” she asked gingerly, and Ashiya nodded. “For you. Take it with you to the Underworld.” Chouko’s little smile seemed to glow. Abeno had said nothing, but, as expected, was floored by Ashiya’s thoughtfulness. To think that he would just have a rain doll in a situation like this… it was times like these where Abeno (although he wouldn’t admit it) felt a short rush of relief that Ashiya could provide his clients with a more fulfilling service.

“Let’s get you exorcised before the rain gets worse,” Abeno noted to Chouko, and Ashiya muttered an ah, right, before awaiting Abeno to lead the way.

There was not enough space inside the school for Chouko’s exorcism, so he fished out an umbrella from the Mononokean’s closet and tossed it to Ashiya, assigning for him to shield her from the rain as they trekked outside. The trio made their way towards an empty patch of grass, and there, Abeno knelt down to recite the systematic words that willed for the Underworld’s gate to come forth. As the doors shifted open, anticipating her arrival, Ashiya set her down, still holding the umbrella above her before she left.

“Bye-bye, Chouko-san!” Ashiya waved with a smile. “Come visit when the rain has gone!” Chouko waved back, using her dangling sleeve to do so. With the other sleeve, she clutched her now treasured necklace. Abeno, too, bid his farewells, and just like that, the doors had shut and dissipated.

Abeno attempted to stand after the portal disappeared, but instead found himself lightheaded and sunk back down to his knees. “Abeno-san?!” Ashiya immediately cried, dropping down to support his back, but Abeno could not react, as he had already fallen asleep. He was more worn out than usual—so that reluctance Ashiya observed wasn't his imagination. He kept another job from me, huh… Ashiya pondered with a soft sigh.

He gazed down at Abeno’s face, his bangs now messily plastered against his forehead as droplets continued to cascade upon them. Ashiya hesitated for a moment, wondering, is he really asleep?, before reaching towards Abeno’s face to shift his hair out of his eyes. No reaction. Ashiya smiled softly as he set down the umbrella. Rain dripped off the threads of his hair as he slid his arms under Abeno’s back and legs, then stood up to carry him with a short huff. “You're much heavier than Chouko-san,” Ashiya murmured with a light chuckle.

He’s really been working hard recently, hasn’t he… he mused, feeling the other’s gentle heaves of his chest again his. He could have turned Chouko-san down, or even waited until tomorrow to exorcise her, and yet… It was only then that Ashiya realized the weariness in Abeno’s face—that with each kind smile he offered towards demons, a certain haggardness graced his features along with them. Perhaps that was what made his smile so different from the rest.

Then, with a small grin tugging at his lips, the boy uttered a soft, “Good work today, too, Abeno-san.”

(He forgot the umbrella.)

-

“Mononokean, sorry for bringing all the rain in…” Ashiya breathed, the duo entering with sopping wet clothing that seeped through the mat underfoot. While setting him down, Ashiya heard a ring, and he turned to read the tea room's always-ebullient messages.

“It’s no problem~” it wrote. “What I’m more interested in is the fact that you brought Itsuki all the way back here ♪(´ε�� )” Before Ashiya could sputter a flustered reply, it added, “Good for you, taking care of him like that. It’s no surprise that he hired such a great employee like you, Hanae!! ヽ(｡´∀｀)ﾉ”

Ashiya faltered, and then brightened a bit. “...I’m glad you think so, Mononokean,” he smiled.

After all, I hope I can become an employee that you can rely on.

Notes: Aahhhh the idea of Ashiya quietly saying 'kyou mo otsukaresama, Abeno-san' just wrecks me so I just had to include it ahaha. Super duper unsubtly dedicated to Spring (@tomodachimeter) inspired by her post about Ashiya carrying Abeno being her guilty pleasure ｡(*^^*)ゞ

[mackarunes]

The odd numbers and everyone

This is very long. As soon as I can, I’ll fix the format and then add files for the art style question. Thanks for the ask :)

1. What’s their full name? If they’re an alien and their name is in their native planet’s language, have you thought about what it means?

Venk'asel'vaio follows Chiss naming conventions so that the core name is Kaselv which I just liked the sound of. Caijunx does not follow traditional Mirialan naming conventions as they typically deal with nature, but again the aesthetic is what I liked, and his lack of family name is significant for his estrangement from/loss of family. Sash'ari includes the suffix “ari” which means lord/king in Sith and suits his pretentiousness. Finally, “Kebiin” means “blue” in Mando'a and well Kebiin is Chiss– does not follow Chiss naming conventions and he doesn’t use the name which would have.

3. What kind of video games would they play? Any specific titles?Disclaimer: I don’t know lots of video games. Like none at all. Sorry

KASELV(Huniepop/whatever hellish dating sims zili “gifted” him) No, he would play mostly strategy games on his own time, usually with a military theme, and other shooter types in his free time. Specific titles I can’t think of right now but not like CoD or anything of that quality. CAIJUNXIf he had the chance to play even he wouldn’t be very picky, probably some nice, popular like Overwatch. Honestly he would play whatever he is invited to play with a friend and wouldn’t do much else on his own. SASH'ARI Struggles through indie games “you’ve never heard off” just to look better. Also whatever is new, in demand, and therefore expensive he actually enjoys. KEBIINI can see him playing Skyrim maybe but running around without much in the way of clothes shouting chickens off cliffs or something. So not picky with games because he just wants to have fun.

5. What’s their favorite type of weather? Do they like to do anything specific on days when the weather is how they like it?

KASELV Chilly is his favorite temperature. However, the weather in Kaas City is rarely that, or at least rarely at a moderate humidity. When he was in chilly weather, he would spend some time outside but not do much more than stroll/walk.CAIJUNXCai on the other hand prefers warmer weather, like what is attributed usually to late spring. He loves to spend time outside regardless of the weather, enjoying his ventures into the Dromund Kaas jungle and sometimes even visits there on his own, often after dark. SASH'ARIMild or at least low humidity– can’t have any ridge rash detracting from his look. He isn’t super prone to the outdoors but will enjoy the occasional walk or training conducted outside. KEBIINAny temperature is a good temperature, but cooler places with crisp air are the best! He spends a lot of his time outside anyway and so the weather doesn’t really matter. Should the weather be nice, he would be more inclined to take the day as a break to enjoy it.

7. What kind of animals would they like as a pet? What names would they give their pets if they got any? If they already have pet’s what are their names?

KASELVKas would only want very tame, quiet, clean pets. He wouldn’t really have the ability to care for an organic pet as he does not spend a lot of time in his apartment. The pet he does have, somewhat canonically, is a mouse droid, named Spice by Zilithar. That name was chosen because it was a “gift” from a patient who was suffering from spice-related illness. Yes, I understand how that is exactly like naming your dog “weed.”CAIJUNXOhhh any pet really! He adopts most of the animals he keeps around, his favorite being his red gizka Zia (Dradzia which means rose if I remember correctly), as well as a womp weasel kept around from the lab. Even his tuk'ata, Iunkos (Little), was rescued because she was the runt of her litter. SASH'ARIExotic pets to showcase wealth and power, but preferably cute as well. Whatever the SWTOR equivalent of a tea cup chihuahua would be, he would have it, but suprisingly enough, he would love it. Names would be tricky to decide but affectionate.KEBIINThe mouse droid he shares now with Nysro is very much a diva, and so he has no other pets currently. He wouldn’t have much preference over pets, although likes larger ones that can showcase power or keep up with him on hunts as every bounty hunter should have.

9. How do they write? Do they write in cursive? How do they dot their i’s and j’s? Do they have specific ways that they write certain letters?I assume this is meant to be adapted as if they were writing English in a modern setting

KASELVHe would write with very blocky, neat letters, something you would expect from an architect. CAIJUNXYou know that mishmash of cursive and print letters? That would be Cai’s handwriting.SASH'ARISasha would write with primarily cursive, and the amount of style put into it makes it difficult to read although pretty.KEBIINSurprisingly better than chicken scratch. Not something he cares about, but at least it’s legible.

11. What kinds of foods and drinks do they like? Do they like certain foods to be fried? Do they prefer certain foods to be prepared hot/cold?

KASELVUnlike typical Chiss cuisine, Kas will only eat bland foods when needed to be polite, otherwise he prefers dishes with actual flavor. I’ve mentioned before that pies/tarts are a fallback for him as they are easy to make and transport. In terms of drinks, he takes his alcohol and water cold and everything else warm; iced caf would be meaningless to him. CAIJUNXThis little man could probably live off a corn chip a month but he can actually eat a ton, and fried food would be no problem. Pickles? Candies? Batter it up and he’s still game for it. Most drinks he like are colder, and the alcoholic ones are at least 75% fruit juice typically, but he enjoys warm tea (or hot chocolate) every now and then.SASH'ARISasha eats a lot of fish actually for its health benefit and most everything he eats also has to exhibit wealth. Drinks are typically cold and a lot of wine although he’s barely legal. KEBIIN Spice!! As in spicy foods, not the drug. Being a Mando, spice is a diet staple, but he is also accustoming his pallet to sweeter dishes as he spends more domestic time with Nysro (that’s the bf). Drinks are really anything, mostly alcohol– he’d even have that warm what a freak.

13. If you are an artist, and if your OC can draw as well, could you replicate what their artstyle looks like? Or, if you can’t, could you describe it?

Aahh I can try to replicate even if they don’t draw well (I don’t either it’s ok)!!

15. How do they type? Do they use emojis? Do abbreviate and shorten words?

KASELV Kas is the most grammatically correct of them all, and would only shorten words if in a hurry or with someone he was close to maybe. I hope any others like paragraphs. CAIJUNX Once he learns slang, Cai would use it and use abbreviations. Probably misuses emojis a lot. “😄🎉” like a mom. SASH'ARIWrites with average amount of abbreviations and emojis, but overuses them when he doesn’t like you. 🆒 ⛽️📧✝ 🔙KEBIIN Kebiin uses a fair deal of abbreviations, would rather send a series of short texts than a long one. The only emojis he would use are love ones like ❤️❤️❤️ and he’d use those excessively.

17. If your OC was a musical artist, what genres would they do?

KASELVI associate him most with soft rock so maybe that.CAIJUNXLike Kas, he seems more indie to me, so maybe that or like Disney songs lmaoSASH'ARIHe actually does sing pop and showtunes in canon. KEBIINRock again, perhaps? He would listen most to hard rock/metal or genres like that, so I guess that would work.

19. Does your OC like to collect things? What kind of things do they collect?

KASELVKas is wary about attachment especially to material items and so does not have collections of his own but he has been attempting to collect and save trinkets he receives from friends.CAIJUNXCai hasn’t had much experience with travel but when he does, he would make sure to keep assorted trinkets and touristy items from planets he explores. What he collects currently is more along the lines of small Sith artifacts and animal things. Maybe pets too ahaha. SASH'ARIDoes money count? No, Sasha collects a few assorted trinkets/memorabilia especially from performances he is involved in, and on his body he collects jewelry and piercings. KEBIINKebiin collects primarily trophies from hunts, like claws, horns, and other odd appendages, and has begun making a habit of technical odds and ends gathered to see if Nysro can make use of them.

[beautiful-liu]

Chapter 12 - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 5200 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

Moodboard: x

Warmth as well as the delicious smell of freshly baked garlic bread and pizza overwhelmed them when they stepped into the restaurant. They hadn't set two steps when one of the waitresses came up to them. Like the other employees she wore a black blouse tugged into black jeans. She had tied a white apron around her waist and had her dark brown hair in a ponytail. She looked friendly, which could not be said of all the employees that worked here. They usually were quite a lot older. "Can I help you?" she asked. Krystal put up a smile and nodded. "I believe there's a reservation for Jung? Some of the group have already arrived, we're the last two," she said. The waitress made an 'Aahh' sound and looked their name up in the reservation book close to the entrace. She looked up and smiled. "Yes, please follow me." Krystal pinched in Amber's hand nervously when they followed the waitress to their table. With every step she took she became more nervous and nervous. It was almost unbearable. It didn't take her a long time to spot her parents. They were seated at the table at the farest end of the restaurant. Her parents had their backs towards them, but Jessica saw them coming and lifted her head a little bit. Her parents seemed to be too busy into their conversation to notice the small sign Jessica had given away and therefor didn't look up. The waitress didn't walk all the way towards the table, but half past the way pointed into the direction, because it simply was the only table occupied. "I will come in a bit to take your order," she entrusted Amber and Krystal before she walked away. Krystal swallowed audibly when they were left alone. Amber pinched in her hand and she took a deep sigh. "Let's just go and be over with it," Krystal muttered. And so they crossed over those last few meters to the table. At first, her parents didn't even have clue that they were there. Only when their bodies cast a shadow over the table and Jessica looked up and smiled, her father and mother turned around, both with a wide grin on their face. Krystal smiled weakly and Amber had her usual cheeky grin on her face. They still held hands. Slowly, the grins were fading from their parents' faces when they noticed who Krystal had brought to the dinner. She was almost unable to look at them, seeing as their smiles had completely faded from their faces now. Jessica still smiled, but even on her face had grown a concerning frown. Did her sister sense there was something wrong? "Amber..." her father eventually spoke. Her father's voice made her realize that she hadn't even introduced Amber yet. Was it really necessary though? Krystal cleared her throat. "Mom, dad, Jess.. I want you to meet my girlfriend, Amber," she said in a little voice. When Krystal finished her sentence, there was silence. The silence endured for a long time. Her parents took their time to let their eyes slide over Amber. Her father's face was shocked and her mother looked even angry. Amber squeezed Krystal's hand to reassure her. Eventually, her father stood up. He brushed the dust off his suit and placed his hands in the pockets of his pants. He straightened his back and looked down upon Amber, who was at least a head smaller than him. Even though Amber had to look up, she kept smiling relaxed. There was no sign that she was nervous at all. Did she have so much faith in her father? At least more than Krystal did. With horror, she looked how her father stepped closer to Amber. Her father cleared his throat. "Listen," he said, in a voice so low and grumbling it could've belonged to a grizzly bear. "If you hurt my daughter in any way, I will make sure that I won't only ruin your life but also those of your family. Do you understand me, Amber?" Amber snorted. "If you think I'd ever hurt Krystal then you have the wrong impression of me. I don't blame you, sir, a lot of people do," she said. Her father grinded his teeth together and frowned deeply. He pointed his finger towards Amber. "I don't like you, let's put that on front. You're too witty for your own good," he hissed. "Yeah well a lot of people say that too," Amber chuckled. She turned towards Mrs. Jung and Jessica, stepped around her father and shook both of their hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Amber," she said twice. Her mother barely touched her hand and quickly took it back again when Amber was done, but Jessica's face was as bright as the sun. She smiled broadly and shook her hand firmly. "Nice to meet you too, Amber. I'm Jessica," she said. "I agree with my father but from the stories I've heard, I don't think my baby sister could wish for someone better." Amber laughed and nodded thankfully to Jessica. Even Krystal smiled a little at the words of her sister. "Well, I guess we could get started then," growled her father as he sat down again. Krystal nodded and sat down next to him. Amber sat down next to Jessica. Krystal actually didn't feel much like sitting next to her father — who had just threatened to destroy Amber's life a few moments ago — but she didn't want to let Amber sit next to him either. It would be the safest if she sat down next to Jessica. There was another awkward silence, until Jessica waved for one of the waitresses to come over and take the order of their drinks. The waitress was way too happy for the air that hung around the table. They all gave their orders. Mr. Jung ordered beer for himself and white wine for his wife and two daughters. Amber looked at her with a raised eyebrow when that happened, because Krystal tended either not to drink or to drink very strong drinks, but Krystal placed her index finger to her lips to silence her. Amber chuckled. When the waitress turned towards Amber, her girlfriend smiled. "A water for me, please," Amber said. Krystal's father raised his eyebrows. "You don't drink?" he asked sceptically. Amber turned towards him. "I still have to drive your daughter home, sir," Amber said casually. Her father stared at her for a moment, silenced, then huffed. "I don't like it that you're responsible. It makes you harder to hate," he mumbled. Amber laughed and shrugged. Krystal chuckled softly too, causing her father to glance at her warningly. If there was one thing Mr. Jung didn't like, was that he was outsmarted or proved wrong. When the drinks came, the waitress also handed them the menu's, so that they could choose what to pick. The Jungs knew rather soon what they wanted to eat, since they knew the whole card by heart. Amber was still looking when the waitress came back. Even when everyone had already ordered, she was still looking. Eventually she put her menu down and smiled to the employee. "Just give me whatever he has ordered," she said, whilst nodding towards Krystal's father. The waitress nodded and wrote it down, before walking towards the kitchen. Her father was looking at Amber strangely, with his head tilted a little bit to the side. "I don't know what to think of you," he eventually said. Amber laughed. "Well, I do. You should like me, sir," she said. Krystal pressed her lips firmly on each other not to burst out in laughing. Even in front of her parents, who were clearly shocked that she dated a girl — Amber Liu, even — she still joked. And perhaps, it was good she did, because it did ease the air a little bit. Still, that didn't take away that Amber was playing with her life. Her father had pulled up his eyebrows and slowly licked his lips, not taking his eyes off Amber, clearly not liking this attitude of hers. "I can see why my daughter likes you. As a father, it's my job to hate you, no matter how nice you are," he said after a few moments of silence. Amber chuckled again. "I can live with that, sir. As long as Krystal is happy." Krystal rolled her eyes and kicked her from under the table. "Stop being so cheesy!" she warned. Jessica laughed. "I thought you were into that, sis?" she asked. Krystal's cheeks changed to dark pink and she pouted slightly. "Let's not talk about what I do and do not like in front of mom and dad because I don't think I am or ever will be ready for that conversation," she said, whilst rubbing her temples. "Don't worry honey, we'll get home soon enough," said Amber with a wink which caused Krystal's cheeks to turn even darker and Amber and Jessica to high-five each other. Mr and Mrs Jung watched helplessly at the sudden dirty humour. It was the last thing they wanted to hear from their daughters and their daugther's girlfriend. The drinks came. The waitress placed them all neatly in front of them and told them that their food would take a little more preperation before it would be brought it. The five people nodded quietly, each with their own reserved smile on their faces. It would be less awkward for all of them to be here if the dinner was here. Then the painful silence would be interrupted by the clattering for knives and forks on the plates and the smacking of their mouths. But for now, the silence endured, and Amber felt a great need to say something. She wanted to break the silence with a joke or just with some small talk. Joking, that was what she was good at. Not pleasing grumpy old men who were biased already. Amber knew Mr. Jung would never give them their blessing and she guessed Krystal did too. The mother was still too astonished too speak. Luckily Jessica was on their side, but Jessica wasn't the problem. They needed to convince Mr. Jung, and that would be a hard job. "Well, Jess, how's work going?" Krystal eventually said, to break the ice. Jessica smiled at her younger sister, clearly thankful that awkwardness was broken now that they've started a conversation. "Ah just so-and-so. You know, the usual. Doing a lot of vocal exercises. Taking strolls around town, hoping that a some good lyrics that's good enough for a song pops up into your head and sticks," Jessica said. She shrugged, before turning to Amber. "Amber, what do you want to become?" Her girlfriend smiled broadly. Krystal let her head rest upon her hands and gazed at her while started to talk about her ambitions to become a music producer. There appeared a sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her dreams. The same sparkle that had appeared during their first night, when they broke into the university. It was something special, really, something so incredibly beautiful about Amber that Krystal just had a hard time looking away. You'd think, that as her girlfriend, she would see that cute little tingly in her dark eyes more often than other people, but even Krystal had to search for it from time to time. Sometimes, she caught Amber staring at her with the same gaze, with her eyes full of sparkles. Krystal didn't know whether Amber knew she noticed her shining eyes, or that she even was aware that she got a certain happy look in her eyes from time to time, but even if she did, she never called her out on it. Jessica's smile grew wider when she found out that she and Amber had their passion for music in common. Once in a while, Krystal looked at her dad from the corner of her eyes, but his expression looked just as grumpy as before; not betraying his inner feelings. She didn't know whether the fact that Amber wanted to become a music producer was good thing in his eyes. Her father hadn't liked it when Jessica told him that she didn't want to lead Jung Internationals but instead wanted to persue a music career. Would he think of Amber as a misfit? Of someone who couldn't take care of her responsibilities; her father's company when she was older? Krystal bit her lip. The food took longer than expected and the group grew fretful again. The conversation had fallen silent again and this time everyone was silently sipping their drinks. Amber looked nervous, Krystal noticed. Logically, she would've felt nervous around her parents too if they were so disdainful and unaccepting too. Usually she would've made a joke by now, but Amber got that this probably wasn't the right time. Her parents wouldn't appreciate that as much. Her father cleared his throat. "I'm going for a smoke," he announced. "Amber, come with me please." Krystal and Amber exchanged a confused look, but Mr. Jung already stood up from the table, which made Amber obliged to follow. Quickly, the brunette pressed a kiss against Amber's cheek before she left. There was a hint of surprisement on Amber's face when she felt Krystal's lips on her cheek, but she smiled nevertheless. Usually it was the other way around — Amber kissing Krystal's cheek — and it was endearing that Krystal kissed her right in front of her parents. You'd say that by getting their approval, you'd try to act so pure and innocent as possible. But perhaps Krystal had another strategy. Maybe it was better to let them get used to the idea that their daughter is into girls too. That her lips will not be planted on a man's cheek with a 2-day-old scruff but the soft, silky cheek of a woman instead. Perhaps that's even better. Tolerating them is great, but supporting them is even better. Krystal's father and Amber walked off towards the exit of the restaurant. A silence set in between the three other women. For the first time since Amber and she walked in, her mother lifts her head and speaks. "You know your father is not as accepting as I am, Krystal," her mother begins warningly. "You have brought a diffecult task upon herself." Krystal looked up to her mother and smiled weakly. Jessica's eyes uncomfertably switched between her younger sister and her mother. "Excuse me, mother, but I know what I am doing. I have considered this for a while but I wanted you to know who I really am. I want to show you and father that I'm not some perfect doll you made me to be. And if it's worth anything, you haven't shown your support for us too so you're just as bad as dad." Krystal's eyes fell on her father's jacket hanging over the chair. Knowing he always kept his cigarettes in there, she stood up and took the half-empty packet from one of the pockets. "I'm going to bring this to dad. He forgot them," she said coldy, before walking off. She felt her mother's eyes burn in her back when she walked off, but really, Krystal has had enough of her attitude. Acting as if she was the lesser of two evils whilst in fact she disliked her relationship with Amber just as much as her father did. Perhaps her father was even more open-minded, because it was his best friend's daugher his child was dating with. Maybe, for the love for his friend, he'd accept them. Her mother, on the other hand, didn't have such a thing. But it was easier to pretend her father was the person who was hard to convince out of the two instead of admitting you have a problem with your daughter being bisexual. Krystal's face squinted together into an annoyed frown whilst she walked to the entrance of the restaurant. She had seen her father and Amber dissapear through the doors, although she was not quite sure which way they had walked to. She hoped they'd just stand outside the front doors, but when she got outside, all she saw was the half-filled parking lot. With a sigh she looked around, but there was no trail of her father or Amber. She looked at the packet of cigarettes in her hands. If she returned to that table now, she'd get questioned why she hadn't given her father the cigarettes so there was no turning back. With a sigh she started to walk around, hoping to find them. After walking around for a couple of minutes, searching the parking lot and trying to find out where they were, she eventually walked around the corner of the building, hoping to find them there. She didn't and she almost wanted to walk back in - not even caring anymore if her mother asked her why she hadn't delivered the cigarettes - when she heard voices... their voices. Krystal stopped to listen, suddenly well aware how her heels made incredibly much noise when she walked. "-were supposed to find her someone for her!" she heard her father breathe angrily. There was a chuckle.. from Amber. "I have found her someone, now, didn't I?" "I didn't mean it to be YOU!" her father hissed. "Well, maybe you gotta be more specific the next time then," Amber muttered, clearly agitated too. "Look, sir, I can't control who she loves or not." "It's not 'love', it's a fling. Something that belongs to puberty. I would've thought that she would be at least a bit grown up by this age.." Krystal wrapped her hand in front of her mouth not to make a sound. Suddenly her fast breathing seemed very loud and she was scared her father or girlfriend would hear her. Clearly she wasn't supposed to hear this. "Whatever you say, man," Amber reacted annoyedly. "I don't think it is. That's just you trying to convince yourself your precious daughter is straight. She isn't, obviously." "How do you know? You've only known her for a few months! I am her father!" her father barked. "Because I slept with her." There was a silence. Krystal could hear her own heart drum loudly against her ribs. "You filthy little-" Her father didn't finish her sentence. Krystal couldn't see what was happening, but there was some ruffling of clothes, a painful whimper that belonged to Amber. "Look, I wanted to set her up with my friend. He's classy, has a rich taste. Middle-classed, but fancy. But to do that, she'd have to let me get close to her first. She hated me, you know, and I didn't know why, but I had to get her to trust me first. How would I have known that she'd kiss me," Amber said, a little faster, more nervous now. "You could've turned her down! Broken her heart for her own good!" her father said loudly. His voice shook. "Yeah, that wouldn't at all have driven her away from me," Amber answered sarcastically. "Either way. I couldn't because I like-" At that moment, Krystal turned away. She turned away and ran back inside, as fast as she could on her heels. When she came back to the table, tears in her eyes, she threw the cigarettes as casually as she could on the table and muttered that she was going to the bathroom as quickly and as normally as possible, without making her voice shake. She hadn't seen her sister and mother's face but she hoped her lie was convincingly enough for her to get away with it. Jessica might have a harder time believing her, but she hoped that her sister wouldn't ask her about anything whilst they were still in the restaurant. Quickly she hurried off towards the toilets. Luckily no one was there but her and she almost collapsed on the edge of the sink. There was a large mirror in the women's restroom, causing a reflection of herself to plague her. When she looked up, she saw how awful she looked. Of her so-called beauty was nothing left. Her hair had been ruffled by the wind, her eyes looked almost insane. Krystal was pale from herself, but now every little piece of colour had drained from her face, causing her to look like a ghost. Her arms shook while they held up her body. With short, quick inhales she breathed. It felt like her head was filled with cottons. Krystal forced herself to open the tap and splash some water in her face. But she didn't feel like herself doing that, it felt like someone else had posessed her body and made her move. She couldn't think clearly. It reminded her of being drunk. The water made her feel a bit better, but only for a few seconds. She still couldn't concentrate well, but the conversation of her father and Amber kept playing in her head. Fragments, sentences and words repeated again and again until she was almost driven mad. The meaning of the words had barely gotten through to her the first time, but the more she heard them the more she began to understand about what had happened between her father and Amber. Her father had arranged Amber to find her a partner. It took her ten minutes to get out. By then, her father and Amber were already back at the table and the food had been served. Krystal had dried her face and ereased every piece of evidence that she had had a mental breakdown just a few moments ago. She tried to smile sweetly to her family and girlfriend, but she felt the corners of her mouth tug on her muscles when she tried to make it a big smile. It almost hurt. Amber and her father both smiled back and she couldn't help to feel utterly betrayed by both of them. That her father would do something like this behind her back wasn't that surprising. He wanted a good heir and Krystal wouldn't be one until she married a man of importance, despite her amazing grades and work experience. She wouldn't be good enough if she didn't marry someone her father liked. And her father defenitely didn't like Amber. Still, he asked her to help him to get her a man. Perhaps even he saw what a lady's girl Amber was. And perhaps his plan would have worked if Krystal wasn't bisexual. She would've never fallen in love with her, perhaps they'd become friends too. But his plan failed. But Amber... After all this time, after months of being with her, spending almost every day with her, of knowing her through and through, she had never expected Amber to betray her. She would have never thought that Amber would just make a complot with her father. Krystal felt bitter about it. She felt betrayed, hurt that her girlfriend was not the kind of person she pretended to be. Or well... perhaps she was. Krystal knew that this would happen. It had been a lower belly feeling when she had kissed Amber that first time. She knew what the girl was like. A troublemaker. A punk. Someone who doesn't care for others, but only for themself. It was exactly the kind of thing Amber would have done before they started dating. Krystal was foolish to think that she would change for her, or that there actually was someone genuinely sweet under that layer of roughness, dark clothing and tattoos. When they started on their food, Krystal couldn't take more than a few bites of her favourite dish. It tasted like it had cucumbers in it, even though she knew it hadn't. It just felt wrong to eat and act happy now. Whilst Jessica kept her parents entertained, Krystal and Amber quietly ate their dinner. Amber sometimes tried to catch her eye, but Krystal pretended not to see her. She couldn't right now. It made her heart ache. The dinner lasted and lasted until a point where Krystal was able to blurt out that she had heard her father and Amber talk just to get it off her chest. But she kept her mouth shut, praying that every passing second would bring her quickly closer to the end of this dinner. She needed time to think, to decide whether or not she was going to confront Amber. She had already made up her mind about her father. He simply didn't deserve another chance. Because he shaped her to be like him, she therefor couldn't give him another chance. Her father had made her hard, unbreakable, unbowable. She didn't accept this kind of behaviour of him and his chance for his daugther's genuine love was gone. Her father would understand since they were alike after all. But she was still doubting about Amber. Krystal could easily say that she was way more fond of her than her her father and therefor it was harder to make up her mind. Did she just let it slide and pretend nothing has ever happened? It surely would save their relationship. Amber would still be sweet to her; treat her like royalty. They could be happy. Only one more year and Krystal would move out. They wouldn't have to be bothered by her parents anymore. But from the deepest parts of her body she felt that she wouldn't be able to do that. She simply wouldn't be happy knowing that their relationship rested on the fact that Amber had needed to win her trust to set her up with someone else. Her plan had gone wrong and Krystal had fallen for her instead. Back then she had been sure that Amber liked her, but she wasn't so sure now. Was this all just a big game to her? Win over her heart, the girl who hated her the most. Date the most populair girl on campus besides her. It made her feel hollow. "You know, if you weren't hungry you could've told us so. I spend seventy dollars on your dinner alone and you haven't even taken more than a few bites," her father grumbled, when the waitress had finally cleared their table. Krystal had been too deep in thoughts to eat and now too it took her a few moments before she realized her father was talking to her. "I'm sorry.." she muttered. "I am not-" I am not feeling very well... "Never mind," she said softly. There fell a silence in which every pair of eyes was turned to her. Krystal looked down and wished they would look away. Everyone did, except Amber. Perhaps her gaze was the worst. She felt tears well up behind her eyes. "I will get our coats." Amber stood up from the table and walked off, leaving her with her parents and her sister. From the corners of her eyes she saw her walk away. A sigh left her mouth. When she looked at her girlfriend she couldn't help to admire how good she looked and feel a little proud that she was hers. Her hair pushed back, her blouse that spanned tightly around her muscled arms and shoulders... But that thougth immediately backfired at her when she realized Amber wasn't hers at all. In fact, Amber was wasn't hers at all. She showed that by extraditing her to her father this evening. Amber returned to the table with a pile of coats in her arms. She handed them to her father, mother, Jessica and eventually to her. Her father payed the bill with a swipe of his credit card and the group walked back towards the parking lot. "So, Amber, it was nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll see you another time around. Good night, for now. Come on," her father said stiffly, whilst placing a hand on both of his daughter's back and leading them back to his car. Jessica walked along, but as soon Krystal noticed what was happening, she stopped. Her father turned back to look at her, one eyebrow risen. "I'm driving with Amber," she said stubbornly. Her father heard the determination in her voice, sighed and almost rolled his eyes before he gave her a short nod. "I want you home before 12 o'clock," he said. "I'm not a little kid anymore." "12 o'clock, Krystal." Krystal ignored him and walked towards a girlfriend. Amber smiled thankfully to her and wrapped her arm around her waist. For a moment she wanted to let her head rest against her shoulder because she was so worn out, but she kept herself from doing that. Krystal looked once over her shoulder only to see that Jessica was looking back at her with a worried expression. She tried to smile, but it didn't work. It probably would make Jess even more worried about her. They stepped into Amber's car. Amber took her time putting on her seatbelt and starting the car. She even selected a radio station, even though she knew the best from all that there was no good radiostation at this hour. The lights of her father's car shone across the parking lot, making the other cars look almost creepy in it's bright light. Her father almost raced off the terrain. Only now Amber started the motor of her car and slowly backed up out of her parking place, before turning around and following her father to the highway, albeit a little slower. Neither of them said anything, until finally Amber cleared her throat. "Well, that was... intens, wasn't it?" she said a tad uncomfertable. Krystal nodded. "Yeah, it was.." "At least he didn't like, curse to me or something," she chuckled. Amber rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. On her upper arm were the outlines of a bruise that wasn't there before when they went to the restaurant. Krystal knew, because she had seen her change. Her mind immediately made the connection with her father. "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" Both of the girls looked at each other in surprise. Amber chuckled, Krystal showed only a faint smile. "You first," Amber said. "Your arm, what happened?" she asked. Krystal hated herself for asking because she knew the answer. She'd only hear Amber lie again. And indeed, she did. "I hit myself. Surprising, isn't it? I bumped hard against a corner when I went to get the coats," she replied. "I'm fine though. I can handle a bruise. But... what about you? You seemed so absent during the dinner. You wouldn't even look at me." "I wouldn't look at you because I simply am not okay," she replied.

[myeonkais]

myeonkais 2020 fic wrap up & commentary

title: i get to love you (kaisoo) word count: 345 date posted: 01/13/2020 summary: Jongin smiles, wide and stupid and very much whipped for this man.

commentary: my first kaisoo day fic! grabe, nawala sa isip ko na 2020 ko isinulat ‘to lmao. sobrang tagal na pala??? anyway, this was one of my rare english drabbles na isinulat ko under 30 minutes. (writing in english isn’t really my ~thing—mas expressive akong magsulat pag taglish lmao kaya bihira ‘to). i’m really fond of writing kaisoo in domestic situations like this, dala na rin ng pangungulila kay kyungsoo (lol). actually, i’m not even sure if this was an au or a canon fic. gusto ko tuloy ng tinapay haha!

a line/part i loved: 

“You baked bread? Why?”

“Because I wanted to,” Kyungsoo replies with a smile. He passes a slice of bread back to Jongin before breaking a small piece of his own. “Be careful, it’s still a bit hot.” 

title: yours to keep (kaisoo) word count: 347 date posted: 01/25/2020 summary: Jongin considers the question, considers what it would mean to spend the rest of his life bound to this man before him.

commentary: aahh, this kaisoo x brooklyn 99 au!! I LOVE THIS VERSE SO MUCH!!! isa itong self-indulgent, shameless even, fic na isinulat ko after kong i-rewatch ang S05E04 (HallovVeen) episode ng b99. ang vivid ng fic na ‘to sa ‘kin. ksoo as amy, jongin as jake?? jusko #weakness!! may isa pa akong ficlet na set sa kaisoo b99 na ‘to...baka next year ko na lang i-post :-)

a line/part i loved:

It's not the most romantic of proposals. It's said over coffee at 4am in a deserted diner after a long night of undercover mission gone wrong. Kyungsoo's got a bloody nose and Jongin's missing the beloved badge on his jacket. There's no ring, no getting down on one knee.

Just Kyungsoo asking, casual and awkward, if he wants to get married.

title: sakanasabi (chanbaek) word count: 599 date posted: 01/28/2020 summary: Kung hindi lang siya d̶u̶w̶a̶g̶ lasing, inamin na niya ang katotohanang matagal na niyang kinikimkim.

commentary: sa totoo lang, natatawa ako kasi hindi ko maalala na isinulat ko ang fic na ‘to! as in ngayong habang gumagawa ako ng wrap up eme ko lang natuklasan ang existence nito! this is probably one of those fics na isinulat ko for a writing exercise...hay i really can’t remember. may potential ‘to na maging multi-chaptered fic kaso ilag ako sa pagsusulat ng medyo angsty ngayon (fragile ka sis???) a line/part i loved:

Fighting the urge to vomit, Chanyeol inhales deeply. Baekhyun’s pillow smells of him and his fruity shampoo. The familiar scent calms him down and Chanyeol hates himself for that too. He hates Baekhyun for making him feel this way and he hates himself for falling so hard for somebody he’ll never be able to confess his love for. Suddenly everything is too overwhelming for him that he spills the contents of his stomach all over Baekhyun’s bed.

title: four out of five (kaisoo) word count: 862 date posted: 02/07/2020 summary: Kasi hello, you think na ang David ni Michelangelo ang epitome ng perfect male body? Nuh-uh. Syempre, the Lord disagreed kasi he could do so much better kaya on January 14, 1994, the year of our Lord, pinanganak ang tumalo kay David.

Si Jongin Kim.

commentary: taena, this fic!!! shameless crack na naman ito thanks sa pag-“i really love D.O” ng jungen! hanggang ngayon natatawa pa rin ako sa fic na ‘to kasi ang kalat niya in a way? napaka-vivid nito for me, lalo na sa second part ng fic. himala ngang hindi umabot ‘to sa 10k lmao. tapos ‘yung hint ng top!ksoo sa dulo...hmmm parang interesting i-explore….

a line/part i loved:

"For this I want you to concentrate on the placement of the shadows and how the muscles bunch and flex differently in this position," Kyungsoo says, standing even closer now. He sweeps his hand in front of Jongin as he speaks, using technical, anatomical terms to describe Jongin's legs and thighs, his cock, thick and soft against his belly. "Take a good long look at these thighs, guys. You may never see a more perfect representation of the human body than this."

"Kyungsoo," Baekhyun, one of his older students, chides him. "Ang kalat kalat!"

title: missed connections (surene) word count: 309 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: Things change and little girls grow up.

commentary: probably quickest fic i’ve ever written this year. i remember writing this habang nakapila ako sa burger king para umorder, at natapos ko paglabas ko with my takeout. less than 10 minutes siguro? hindi ko rin alam kung ba’t ito ang isinulat ko—napakalayo kasi sa prompt na missed connections—pero i was craving for an unexpected angsty fic...at isang kasal na naman ang ginawa ko haha. surene will always have a special place in my shipper heart, bilang sila lang ang gusto kong kpop het ship lol (and i ship junmyeon and joohyun with other people, as in lol ba’t may pag-e-explain ka ghorl??). memorable sa ‘kin ‘to kasi ito ang isa sa fics na pinost ko sa aking public twitter at nabasa ng ibang tao na hindi aware sa aking stan twt persona lmao

a line/part i loved:

Joohyun's hand clamped down on his arm and shook slightly. "C'mon, this is what you've always been waiting for, right?" Junmyeon said.

She turned to him and smiled sadly. "I always thought it was going to be you."

Junmyeon looked away for a moment before looking at her again. "Yeah...well..."

"I knew it wasn't going to happen. Never had a vision of it but I hoped back then."

"You were only a girl then and—" Junmyeon touched her cheek. "I lost my chance."

title: stupid motherfucking shitposter (chanbaek) word count: 2116 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: Binibiro lang nina Jongdae si Baekhyun na siya ang unang sisikat sa barkada, a harmless joke na nagsimula pa noong freshman year.

But they didn't expect na magkakatotoo ito dahil sa isang viral Facebook post of this (shit)poster, Chanyeol Park.

commentary: ito ang second attempt ko sa tweet fic eme, and as expected, sobrang fail niya haha! special sa ‘kin ang fic na ‘to dahil ito ang first exo fic na isinulat ko. july 2019 pa nakatambak ang chapter 1 nito sa google docs ko (haha) at nagkalakas loob lang akong i-post dahil sa panghihinayang. ewan, i’m not a funny person talaga pero pag binabasa ko ‘tong fic na ‘to, parang naniniwala ako na kaya ko pala magpatawa somehow? also the background stories for chanbaek here...hahaha shet talaga gusto ko na ulit ‘to ituloy! sa 2021, promise!

a line/part i loved:

Nanginginig ang mga kamay ni Baekhyun while scrolling down the comments. Sumakit ang ulo niya sa ilang judgemental comments about this modus ("mag-ingat kayo kahit cute yan may tendency maging manyak!!"), halos maduwal sa "shet ang adorable ng meet cute niyo pakasal kayo pls!!!"

at tumaas ang dalawang kilay sa comments ng "fangirls" of this Chanyeol Park:

"DADDY!!! BAKET!!!!" with brokenhearted emojis

"sana all makasandal sa balikat ni Chanyeol AKO NA LANG ANAKAN MO CHANYEOL PLS" 

"SHET CHANYEOL PARK DADDIEST TALAGA FROM BS STAT MANOK NAMEN YAN!!"

Then he saw the comments from people he knew personally. Mga bastos na mga ka-college at ex classmates na nagmention sa kanya:

Si @Baekhyun Byun ba 'to? OMG bat kayo magkasama, Yeol?

Yeol basta tandaan mo na kapag nakasandal sayo si Baekhyun parang nakasandal na rin sayo buong mundo ko.

title: everything under the stars (chanbaek) word count: 2866 date posted: 03/11/2020 summary: chanbaek high school au wherein astronomy club pres si chanyeol at may crush sa kanya ang drama club president na si baekhyun.

since required na sumali sa two clubs ang club presidents, naisipan ni baek na mag-apply sa club ni yeol.

kaso ayaw tanggapin ni chanyeol ang application form.

commentary: aaaahhhh unang chanbaek high school au ko ito!!! at ang nag-iisang tweet fic na natapos ko!!! i super love this fic ;.; sobrang fluffy lang niya at tuwang-tuwa ako sa characterization ni baekhyun dito. ang nakakatawa pa, on the spot ang pagsusulat ko nito sa twitter, as in nagre-research ako about sa astronomy eme habang inu-update ko ang thread in real time! inabot ata ako ng six hours sa pagsusulat nito pero sobrang worth it. this never fails to warm my heart talaga. ang wholesome lang talaga ng high school love stories...minsan haha!

a line/part i loved:

The taller took a deep breath, eyes darting everywhere except Baekhyun. "I have insomnia. And counting stars help me sleep better at night."

Baekhyun was about to open his mouth, his cheeks flushed, as he stared up at Chanyeol.

That was intimate. Unexpected. What did he do to deserve such information? Baka naman nagbibiro lang si Chanyeol.

"Ah, so ‘di ka nagbibilang ng sheep?"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched up in a smile. "Mas lalo akong di makakatulog sa kahahanap ng tupa niyan."

title: kiss it better (kaisoo) word count: 204 date posted: 03/21/2020 summary: "Well, well, looks like someone's cranky today."

"Shut up," Jongin mutters as he nudges him with his hip. Kyungsoo scoots over to make room for him and he settles in next to him. "Your little pet bit me."

commentary: ito ang pinakamaikling fic na isinulat ko this year, at ang unang fic na isinulat ko noong nagsisimula pa lang ang ECQ. taena, ang tagal tagal na pala?? anyway, another domestic fluff from kaisoo na naisip ko thanks to that ksoo & meokmul photo na nakita ko sa tl. wala lang. gusto ko lang magsulat ng kaisoo landian kasi nakakamiss huhuhu :(

a line/part i loved:

"Your little pet bit me."

"Meokmul?"

"What other little pet do you have?" He grins and rests his head on Jongin's shoulder.

"You."

title: single bed (seho) word count: 1595 date posted: 03/23/2020 summary: 

“Beds are made for sleeping and sex only, you know."

Napalunok na lang si Junmyeon. Sehun and bed and sex all in one sentence was a bit too much for his overworked brain to handle. Again, that’s his hottest roommate casually talking about sex. His roommate na crush niya ever since lumipat siya sa condo na ‘to. Junmyeon shifted the Calculus lecture binder on his lap as subtly as he could.

Putangina.

commentary: not to be me pero isa ‘to sa favorite fics ko this year haha! this january lang ako nahilig sa pagbabasa ng seho fics at sa totoo lang, 500-word drabble lang dapat ito!! kaso biglang nag-ig live ang seho putek kaya naging triple ang word count. isa sa na-discover ko sa sarili ko because of this: i like reading/writing junmyeon pining over sehun?? ewan, iba ang pull sa ‘kin ng fics pag ganito ang setup nila haha. nag-enjoy akong isulat ‘to sa POV ni junmyeon, lalo na ‘yung internal struggle niya. isa sa dahilan kung bakit favorite ko ito ay ang back story ni kyungsoo bilang phone sex operator hahaha! bigla ko na lang naisip ‘yan habang nagta-type ako at tawang-tawa na naman ako sa sarili ko. i’m fucking hilarious sometimes lmao

a line/part i loved:

He couldn’t forget the first time he’d heard Kyungsoo in “action”. Isang gabi, nakasalubong niya si Kyungsoo na naglalalakad papunta sa kusina, suot nito ang mamahaling headset, dini-describe kung paano niya kakainin ang “delicious pussy” ng kliyente niya na nasa kabilang linya habang iniinit ang Chickenjoy takeout sa microwave. May bonus pang mga ungol na sobrang filthy, at mga yes baby masarap ba? Yes you like that? pang sinasabi ito, at nagawa pang ngitian si Junmyeon in between moans bago bumalik sa kwarto niya.

title: exercise in self-restraint (chanbaek) word count: 12,984 (part 1 of 5) date posted: 04/15/2020 summary: (sinta 'verse part 2)

Three months (92 days to be exact, and yes, Baekhyun's counting) na silang magjowa ni Chanyeol pero bakit gano'n, nasa "friends are like jowas you don't fuck" stage pa rin sila?

—or: tigang na ang Baekhyun Byun. as in.

commentary: TANGINA HANGGANG NGAYON TAWANG-TAWA PA RIN AKO SA SARILI KO NA GINAWA KO ANG FIC NA ‘TO...AT HINDI PA SIYA TAPOS!!! na-explain ko na ‘to sa notes sa ao3 pero grabe sa pagka-self indulgent talaga ng fic na ‘to. sobrang kalat??? i didn’t know i had it in me??? cheka!! pero seryoso, sobrang nag-enjoy ako sa pagsusulat nito (until now!!!) kasi challenge para sa ‘kin ang magsulat ng m/m explicit scenes. hindi ako nag-fade to black!!! hahaha but no seriously, napaka-importante ng sinta ‘verse sa buhay ko bilang exo fic writer at ayun nga, hindi ko sila mapakawalan kaya ikukulong ko sila sa isang makamundong part ng ‘verse na ‘to. naka-outline na sa ‘kin ang buong fic na ‘to, kailangan ko lang ng lakas ng loob para ituloy ang pagsusulat haha. sobrang kalat niya...at ako talaga si jongdae sa fic na ‘to lol. another thing: puro inside joke naming magkaka-barkada ang laman ng fic na ‘to kaya yari ako kung mabasa man nng isa sa kanila ‘to hahahaha

a line/part i loved:

“Bakit ba ito ang topic natin?" Umupo na si Baekhyun sa tabi ni Jongdae, tuluyan na niyang nakalimutan ang sakit ng legs niya sa sobrang panic at kahihiyan. "We're here to talk about the Bali trip, right? Wala sa agenda natin ang sex life ko so tumahimik ka dyan!" 

"Seryoso ba? Kahit chupa wala?" 

"Jongdae Kim oh my god iiwanan na kita talaga!" 

"Sorry na! This is a lot to take in pota ka!" Jongdae stared at him in disbelief, and shook his head. "As in no action at all? Imposibleng walang chupaa—" 

"Jongdae!" Puta, sana magkaroon ng butas sa sahig na kinauupuan ni Jongdae at lamunin na siya nito ASAP. Hindi na kinakaya ni Baekhyun ang interrogation na 'to. 

"Sorry na! Fine! Wala man lang… snorkelling na naganap sa loob ng three months?"

title: tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib (chanbaek) word count: 995 date posted: 04/28/2020 summary: 

“Alam mo feeling ko may crush sa ‘yo si Chanyeol,” bulong sa kanya ni Junmyeon sabay siko sa tagiliran niya.

“Huh? Pinagsasabi mo dyan?” inis na sagot ni Baekhyun habang hinahalughog ang backpack niya.

“Ang manhid mo naman, Baek. Obvious kaya.”

Oops, teka lang. Freshman si Chanyeol. Graduating na si Baekhyun.

Hindi magwo-work ang kung anumang iniisip ni Junmyeon.

commentary: may thing talaga ako sa fics na mas matanda si baekhyun kesa kay chanyeol—as in taon ang gap nila ha, hindi kagaya sa tunay na buhay na ilang buwan lang. anyway, i really like the outcome of this fic. simpleng kilig, sakto lang ang narration, at tama lang ang length. i guess sinulat ko ‘to noong na-realize kong dapat i-apply ko na ang “write less” sa buhay ko? i tend to over narrate my stories sometimes kasi gusto kong ma-overcome ang weakness ko sa narration bilang writer. pero kaya ayun, sinasanay ko ang sarili ko na magsulat ng fics less than 1k words eme

a line/part i loved:

Yes, nagkakausap naman sila paminsan-minsan kapag nagkakasalubong sa campus, and yes, hindi na nagbu-blush si Chanyeol sa meetings na ‘to. He’s become more confident around Baekhyun, which made him a bit sad kasi nage-enjoy siya sa pink cheeks ni Chanyeol at pagkabulol nito sa conversations nila. Oo na, impressed na si Baekhyun sa talino at wisdom ng lalaki at—

Oops, teka lang. Uulitin lang niya, freshman si Chanyeol. Graduating na si Baekhyun.

Hindi magwo-work ang kung anumang iniisip ni Junmyeon.

title: fall on me (chanbaek) word count: 6123 date posted: 05/06/2020 summary: “Amin-amin din kasi. Malay mo may chance.” Binato pa siya ni Yixing ng basang tissue to justify his point.

“Baka nga may malaking chance,” gatong ng kupal na si Sehun Oh.

It’s not like the thought never crossed his mind. Sa apat na taon nilang magkasama sa apartment na ‘to, ilang beses na ring naging marupok si Chanyeol sa idea na aaminin siya kay Baekhyun. Pero worth it nga ba aminin ito? O dapat makuntento na lang siya sa kung anong meron sila?

commentary: my first baekhyun day fic! a college au na set in uplb na naman haha (kailan ba ako mauumay??). this was an easy story to write; natapos ko ata 'to in one sitting? tsaka gusto ko ito kasi first time kong magsulat ng fic in chanyeol's pov. medyo challenging for me na hanapin ang "boses" ni chanyeol pero napagtagumpayan ko naman. napaka-vivid din sa 'kin ng fic na 'to, especially the confession part. ALL THE FLUFF TALAGA MGA MHIE PARA LABANAN ANG INIS SA GOBYERNO HAHAHA

a line/part i loved:

“Wait lang, there’s something on your face.”

Chanyeol instinctively reached for his cheek, akmang pupunasan ang naiwang wasabi or teriyaki sauce or whatever. “Huh? Saan?”

The next thing Chanyeol knew, Baekhyun fisted his hand on his shirt and tugged him down for a kiss. It was firm and waaay too fast, just a smack of lips, and then he patted Chanyeol’s chest before stepping back a little.

His mind went blank.

“Uh...it was me,” Baekhyun mumbled shyly, loud enough para marinig ni Chanyeol

.Chanyeol blinked a few times, trying to process what the just happened. “W-what?”

title: di na babalik (chanbaek) word count: 3355 (incomplete) date posted: 06/01/2020 summary: Ten years ago tinawanan lang ni Chanyeol ang kantiyaw sa kanya ni Sehun noon: wag jowain ang ka-barkada kasi pag nagbreak, awkward na umattend sa reunions. Ngayong nasa 10th year high school reunion na sila, 'di na makatawa si Chanyeol. Salamat talaga sa isang tanong ng ex niyang si Baekhyun Byun.

commentary: ito 'yung tweet fic na bunga ng aking sunday morning writing exercises last april. medyo hango sa tunay na buhay (haha lagi naman) at angsty siguro 'to? this is one of the rare fics na walang outline and such. as in on the spot ako nagsusulat pagkagising ko ng sunday ng umaga. binasa ko ito ulit ngayon-ngayon lang at...aray, medyo masakit nga. i really want to continue this 'verse kahit medyo masakit siya.

a line/part i loved:

Baekhyun has this fond smile on his lips, and Chanyeol wonders kung anong version ng nangyari ang binibisita nito ngayon sa utak niya. A happy memory, he supposes. Bihira niyang makita ang ngiting 'yon kay Baekhyun.

title: smile for the camera (chanbaek) word count: 670 date posted: 06/11/2020 summary: Chanyeol knew the famous idol Baekhyun Byun had been picturing something more glamorous than this. If he did, then they hired the wrong photographer for the job.

commentary: another on the spot twitter drabble! kasalanan 'to ng yours mv at tirtir photoshoot ni baek haha! meet cute emeru. tuwang-tuwa rin ako rito dahil ang bilis ko siyang naisulat-less than an hour ata?  

a line/part i loved:

Gustong ipakita ni Chanyeol Park ang ibang side ni Baekhyun Byun sa mundo. He wanted to show the real man behind the mysterious image: the man who loves to stay at home and play online games during his time off, who loves children and advocates for their education, who was still a normal person behind the bright lights and sold out dome concerts.

title: wala nang hihilingin (chanbaek) word count: 6122 (sinta 'verse fic) date posted: 06/14/2020 summary: It’s been nine months since Chanyeol told him na may plano na siyang magpropose soon. Nine months since tinapangan ni Baekhyun ang sarili at sumagot siyang leaning towards yes siya if ever totohanin nga ni Chanyeol ‘yon. Nine months na siyang naghihintay pero wala pa ring proposal. Ni anino ng singsing wala siyang nakita.

commentary: my first 614 day fic! aahh i'm so in love with this fic :( aside from wedding vows, i like writing wedding proposals talaga. iba nga lang sa fic na 'to dahil napaka-chaotic ng proposal! this fic started with an image, actually. 'yung part na kumakanta si baek ng halo ni tita beyonce! sinusulat ko pa lang 'yung sinta, paano na lang ako kung wala ka? nasa isip ko na 'yon. at hindi niya ako nilubayan hanggang hindi ko nagagawa ang fic na 'to. nadagdagan pa ang inspiration ko after rewatching The Office! that jim & pam moment talaga...sobrang TV history huhuh. anyway!!! outlining this fic was really fun kasi aliw na aliw akong pahirapan si baek dito lmao. sobrang special talaga sa 'kin ng sinta 'verse at ang dami ko pang pwedeng ikuwento tungkol sa unibersong ito. next year, meron pang kasunod. promise 'yan haha!

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honestly, i really love the proposal part kasi na-achieve ko ang chaos na gusto ko haha! pero kung very specific part, ito:

“So...nasan na ba ako? Ayun.” Huminga muna siya nang malalim bago nagpatuloy. “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I could never be with anyone else. I’ve known this since we were 19. I wanted to be the one to ask you but--“

“Mahal kita,” bulalas ni Baekhyun. He couldn’t help it. Aatakihin na siya sa puso. He could feel it. “Fuck, baby I’m sorry!” pahabol niya. “Sorry go na tatahimik na a--”

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol interrupted, strained, with a pointed glance at the box. Agad na tinikom ni Baekhyun ang bibig, but god, ang puso niya bibigay na anytime.

“Ang point ko lang, I mean it when I say could never be with anyone else, Baek. ikaw lang ang tanging nakikita kong kasama ko sa dulo.”

When their eyes met, Chanyeol’s were soft. Trusting. Full of love. Chanyeol’s eyes were shining, full of unshed tears, at sure si Baekhyun na parehas na silang walang makita dahil sa mga luhang ‘to.

title: atin ang gabi (chanbaek) word count: 18.442 date posted: 08/09/2020; entry for #NaritoKami2020 Fic Fest summary: Before Sunrise AU - dala ng lungkot, alak, at pagka-bigo sa pag-ibig, humingi ng isang pabor si baekhyun sa lalaking hiniraman niya ng powerbank sa 7-11.ang pabor? samahan at makipagkuwentuhan sa kanya buong magdamag. loko-loko lang ang papatol sa ganyang pabor.sakto, loko-loko't kalahati si chanyeol park.

commentary: where do i even begin?? sa totoo lang ang dami kong gustong sabihin sa fic na 'to kulang pa 'tong commentary na 'to hahaha. i might even write a whole blogpost about this..but who knows?

ito ang pinakapaborito kong fic this year. as in. the moment i saw this prompt, ang sabi ko sa sarili ko, "mare dapat makuha mo 'yan OR ELSE!!!" i have a ~thing for film AUs, kaya nang makita kong may nagsumbit nito-NA RICHARD LINKLATER FILM PA OMG-hindi na tumigil ang utak ko sa pag-iisip. i love everything about this fic so much. mula sa back stories ng chanbaek, hanggang sa batuhan nila ng linya... i'd like to think i did a great job in writing this. sinigurado kong maganda at natural lang ang dialogues nila rito dahil isa 'yon sa essence ng Before Trilogy, eh. gusto ko rin sanang gawing buong araw silang magkasama kaso i thought mas may emotional impact kung bitin ang oras nila.

may ilang parts pa akong dinelete rito kasi feeling ko ang haba na niya. (don't worry i'll share it soon!) kahit light angst lang 'to, may certain weight kang mararamdaman after reading it? ewan, ganyan ang pakiramdam ko pag binabasa ko 'to. tsaka grabe pinag-isipan kong mabuti kung may smut ba 'to o kahit kiss lang. i almost added a kiss here kaso upon re-reading the fic...it kinda didn't feel right? i thought them sharing a kiss would shatter the illusion, na baka hindi na sila maka-move on sa isa't isa at hindi na nila ma-achieve ang dapat nilang i-achieve. ako lang siguro 'to hahaha pero one thing's for sure: THIS IS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!! sila hanggang dulo haha! i just wish more people could read this fic huhu.

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Chanyeol paused for a long moment bago nagpatuloy. “Sobrang nakakatawa ng pagiging idealistic ko noong teenager ako. Feeling ko kasalanan ‘to ng media na kino-consume natin, eh. Books, movies, songs would always make love out to be this all consuming, burning, passionate thing. Sige, that person makes you feel like you’re on fire all the time, that he or she consumes you, but at the end of the day...are you even friends? Let’s be real here, pag tapos na sa honeymoon stage, pag naupos na ‘yung apoy ng pag-ibig sa simula ng relasyon, ano na? You gotta like the person you end up with in the end. Love won’t save everything.”

title: ‘pag nandiyan (kaisoo) word count: 15,962 date posted: 08/19/2020; entry for Tahanadhana Ficfest 2020 summary:  four times na may nagtanong sa cafe owner na si junmyeon kung ano ba talagang relationship status ng mga barista niyang sina jongin at kyungsoo, plus that one time na napuno na si junmyeon sa landian/katangahan ng dalawa.

commentary: magkasabay kong isinulat ang atin ang gabi at 'pag nandiyan kaya lurks na lurks ako kung alin ba dapat ang uunahin. 15k worth of pure fluff, landian, at katangahan isumbong niyo nga 'yan sa HR!!! not gonna lie, sobrang nag-enjoy ako sa pagbuo ng kaisoo barista 'verse na 'to. may naka-outline na ngang side story ang chanbaek dito eh...hahaha! si sehun ang favorite character ko sa fic na 'to kasi siya talaga ang representation ng frustration ng readers haha! gigil na gigil si kuya eh, ang cute!

'yun lang, a part of me wished na mas inayos ko ang execution ng ilang scenes sa fic na 'to? lalo na sa parts nina junmyeon at joohyun. i would rewrite it if i could. overall, this is a cute, fluffy fic written in a slightly weird 4+1 fic haha!

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"Birthday ni Chanyeol today," paliwanag niya kahit hindi naman hinihingi ni Jongin. "Ayoko namang sungitan 'yung tao on his special day. I'm not that mean."

Jongin remained quiet beside him, so he added, "Besides, I don't date people younger than me. Chanyeol just turned...20 today, ano. Ekis tayo dyan."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jongin's mouth twitched to a smile. "So may chance," sabi nito, halos pabulong.

"Huh?" He glanced at Jongin sidelong, eye catching on the strong lines of his neck, the prominent bulge of his Adam's apple. The streets weren't that well-lit, and frankly, his eyesight was pretty shitty, but for some reason, kitang-kita niya ngayon si Jongin. "Anong sabi mo?" Jongin then returned his gaze.

"Sabi ko, may chance," he said, clearer this time. With intent. Ayan na naman siya.

title: laging naroon ka (sechen) word count:  2664 date posted: 09/22/2020 summary: sa kalagitnaan ng kasal ng mga kabarkada niya, biglang nagkrisis si jongdae dahil parehas silang umattend ng kanyang what could have been na si sehun.

commentary: sa totoo lang, wala sa plano ko na magsulat ng isang sechen fic. i've only read a handful of sechen fics (mostly in english pa) at nag-aalangan talaga ako magsulat ng fic for a rarepair. kaso my jaya discography binge happened; ilang beses kong pinaulit-ulit ang laging naroon ka at ang daming nagpapakasal sa social media bago ko isulat 'to kaya rito ko na nilabas ang mga damdamin ko haha! i really like how this turned out. maikli lang pero hnngghh gusto ko pa ng isang sechen fic tuloy! masaya rin ako na may naka-appreciate ng munting fic na 'to. i'm planning to write another jaya-inspired fic soon so...hehe kita-kits na lang ;)

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He was a complete fool to think the hurt he'd felt years ago made him immune to this handsome man with a nice smile and soulful eyes. Wala pa ring pinagbago. Nandoon pa rin ang kabog sa dibdib, ang kilig—nakakainis! Sehun only got more gorgeous as he aged. His sense of style was still impeccable. Bagay sa kanya ang mas mahabang buhok at tumambok pa ang mga pisngi nito. Pigil na pigil si Jongdae na magnakaw ng kurot.

title: para sa ‘yo (ang mga salita) (chanbaek) word count:  26,144 date posted: 12/09/2020 summary: ito na ata ang pinakamalaking dagok sa writing career ng best-selling at award-winning crime fiction writer na si Baekhyun Byun. mayroon lamang siyang pitong buwan para tapusin ang huling nobela ng kanyang series. bawal na extension, nasagad na niya ang pasensya ng kanyang publishers. tapos bat' gano'n, bakit napakalandi ng bago niyang editor na si Chanyeol Park?!

commentary: my biggest and most personal (lol) fic yet. 35k ang target word count ko for this one kaso i had to delete a huge chunk last september kasi...nag-iba ang takbo ng utak ko. bigla na lang akong naumay magsulat ng romance at fluff? tsaka wala pa akong nababasang writer-editor au fic na nakaka-relate ako kaya isinulat ko na. sa totoo lang, ginawa kong therapy ang fic na 'to habang tinatapos ko ang isang manuscript ko (na surprise!!! hindi ko pa rin tapos until now!!!). it's weird for me na magsulat ng isang bagay na hindi umiikot sa romance, pero later on, na-enjoy ko rin. okay din pala magsulat ng character-centric fics na side lang ang romance.

also, in a very me fashion, nag-insert na naman ako ng kuwento sa loob ng isang kuwento. mini-quarantine project ko ang kuwento nina eli at calix! an outline exists--at surprise, hindi connected sa mga kasong nabanggit sa fic haha! crime/thriller pa rin ang totoong kuwento pero malayo sa book titles commentary: na nabanggit sa fic. in short, umandar na naman ang pagka-plotter ko sa fic na 'to. outline kung outline, plano kung plano. ang difference lang from my previous BY Paraluman Fest entry, hindi ko na isinulat ang buong fic sa notebook bago i-type. katamad kasi hahaha.share ko lang din, i wasn't expecting na may magbabasa at makaka-appreciate ng fic na 'to. ang seryoso kasi niya for my taste. hindi rin nakakakilig or whatsoever. sobrang layo sa previous BYFP entry ko na puro landian lang ang ganap. kaya sobrang tuwa ko sa mga nag-iwan ng comments sa ao3, nag-qrt ng BY tweet, at sa lahat ng nagtweet na nagustuhan nila ang kwentong ito. grabe, iyak ako nang iyak. lalo na do'n sa mga nagcomment na nakaka-relate sila sa struggles ni baekhyun as a writer. feeling ko hindi ako nag-iisa! so maraming maraming salamat sa nagbasa ng fic na 'to! grabe dami ko pang ebas for this fic pero sa isang blogpost ko na lang siguro ilalagay. hay, ang puso ko talaga para rito <3

a line/part i loved: sa totoo lang, madami! 'yung buong kaganapan sa MIBF ang pinaka kasi an author's dream come true 'yon cheka hahaha! pero kung lines.... ito talaga:

“Sila lang ang minahal ko nang ganito. Mahal na mahal ko sila.”

“Alam ko, Baekhyun.”

“Natatakot ako…” Baekhyun hated the way his voice cracked. “Natatakot ako na baka...baka hindi na ako magmahal nang ganito ulit. Na baka...naiibigay ko na kina Eli at Calix ang lahat ng pagmamahal na kaya kong ibigay. Takot ako na...shit, Chanyeol.” Napaupo siya sa sofa at doon niya nakita ang concerned na tingin sa kanya ng editor. “What if pangit na lahat ng mga isulat ko after nito? What if makapagsulat nga ako ng bago pero sina Eli at Calix pa rin ang hahanap-hanapin ko? Ng ibang tao? What if...hanggang dito na lang ang pangarap ko? Ito lang naman ang ginusto ko sa buhay, eh. Ang magsulat at mabasa ng tao ang mga salita ko. Ito siguro ang problema pag nakuha mo nang maaga ang pinapangarap mo. Pag madaling nakuha, madali ring mawawala.” Tuluyan nang bumuhos ang luha ni Baekhyun. “Ayoko pa magmove on sa kanila, Chanyeol. Hindi ko kaya.”

title: #QuarantineTimez with Nini’s Home (kaisoo) word count:  12,770 date posted: 04/27/2020 summary: Sa kalagitnaan ng Enhanced Community Quarantine, hindi inaasahan ni Kyungsoo na magkakaroon siya ng "quarantine crush" sa isang viral Youtuber na kailanman ay hindi nagpakita ng mukha.

commentary:  ito ang tanging non-fic fest entry fic ko na himalang maraming nagbasa. hanggang ngayon shookt pa rin ako na umabot sa 700+ hits ito sa ao3 haha kklk?? anyway, skl ang inspo ng fic na 'to. gaya ni ksoo sa fic, noong start ng quarantine ko lang nadiscover ang Nino's Home Youtube channel. at gaya rin niya, na-weirduhan ako sa antics ni Nino...at sige na nga, aliw na aliw ako sa subtitles niyang nangungupal lmao. ewan ko na, nagulat na lang ako sa sarili ko na may outline na ako for a kaisoo fic?? it took me two days of outlining and actual writing bago ko natapos 'to. at tawang-tawa ako kasi sobrang crack fic dapat nito! the nininail was a last addition kasi may nag-RT sa TL ko ng video compilation ni jongin talking about his cute nail..eh ang cute nga kaya dinagdag ko na. wala akong intensyon na gawing cliffhanger ang ending...it just sort of happened? feeling ko nga standalone fic 'to kaso habang binabasa ko siya, nabitin na rin ako lmao. hanggang not!fic na lang ang kinaya ko for the continuation kasi dami ko nang sinusulat ngayon lol. but with or without the not!fic, okay siyang kwento for me. nakakatawa, nakakilig hay :)

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gustung-gusto ko 'yung IG dm convo nina baek at ksoo rito kasi totoo nga naman, COVID-19 CAN'T STOP THE HAROT!!! also 'yung nagreply si Nini kay pengwing sa Youtube comments!!! ang kilig ko po!!!

Nasanay na si Kyungsoo na makaramdam ng kaunting lungkot after ng conference calls nila. As much as he loved having his alone time, nakaka-miss din pala ang makasalamuha ng ibang tao. Sa short supermarket trips at lobby guards na nga lang siya nakakaranas ng actual human interaction this quarantine period. He didn’t realize how much he used to count on minor interactions, like ‘yung pangungulit sa kanya ni Jongdae sa cubicle niya araw-araw, or ‘yung quick lunch meetings niya with Baekhyun kapag napapadpad ng Makati ang best friend. Kahit nga face to face meetings with their boss na usually kinakatakutan niya, hinahanap-hanap na niya ngayon.

OVERALL:

# of fics written: 21 # of fandoms: 2 (exo & red velvet) published word count: 133,095

favorite fic: atin ang gabi (chanbaek) longest fic: para sa ‘yo (ang mga salita) (chanbaek) shortest fic: kiss it better (kaisoo) most kudos: #QuaratineTimez with Nini’s Home (kaisoo)

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Title: “La botellita” Series/Timeline: Twinkle – Shira’s Academia days Characters: Shira – Juli – Rose – Farz – Enix – Larelop – Tallo – Grey – Dan – Seth - Arraiz (mentioned) - Kendra (mentioned) Length: 2374w

Based on a real story (?) the phone call is so real and was so dumb omg also someone backing off from something so easy/stupid because “reputation” bruh

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“What are we gonna play? Don’t tell me it’s spin the bottle, that’s dumb” The Meercle asked the Livolt with a curious glance towards the empty water bottle she held, as the rest of the group cracked jokes and chatted around.

“Oh don’t be a party pooper, spin the bottle is fun” Juli answered.

Rose quickly joined in with a sigh, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow inquisitively “We’re not babies, I’m sure everyone here can give a lil peck to someone else hm~?” She asked staring at everyone, the boys started pestering each other at that.

“Are we playing the kissing version or the daring version?” Shira asked.

“You’re bound to kiss either way” Juli grinned.

Shira made a face but laughed “Answeeeer”

“Daring I got them here”

“Great! I’m in”

“Alright everyone let’s seeee…. gather together in a circle” Juli called out to everyone as the groups took their positions and sat down at the small table, stood around or even sat at the ceramic floor, almost everyone from the Advanced II had been reunited and Shira looked around with a playful smile, counting the participants in her head.  “We’ll be playing spin the bottle with the dares, aaaall of you know the rules, if it points to you, you’re the victim” She said holding up a baseball cap filled with little strips of paper “Tough you can skip… but that comes with a price”

“I’ll go ahead and do the honors” Rose mentioned quickly, taking the bottle, she spun it around and it landed on… Farz, everyone started teasing the first victim.

“Give it here” He said simply with a smile, doing a beckoning gesture with his hand to Juli, she offered the cap and he picked a paper. His eyes skipped over the text and he tossed it away “Are you serious?”

“No backing of now noooo, you’re the first one!” Juli yelled

Rose picked up the paper and laughed “Well our friend here -who apparently doesn’t know how to read- has to put up a small show as a stripper” Yelling immediately followed as he flustered refused and everyone else teased him to do it.

“Fine fine” He got up and started dancing around as he slowly took off his jacket while the girls yelled and laughed, he started taking off his shirt as well but then blurted a “woops” and sat down again. Shira shook her head laughing, he probably would if they weren’t on academia grounds.

“EEEEYYYY!” “Laaaaame! At least do it well and take off the shirt boy!” “Woooooo!” “Nice one Farz ~”

“Next up…” He spun the bottle and landed on Shira.

She muttered a complaint and picked a strip of paper, reading it fast “Aw shit, it says I gotta do moaning sounds out loud” the group roared with laughter at the irony “I’m cursed, why this?” She stared at Juli for an answer… or a way out.

“Who wrote these things?” Enix asked trying to contain tears of laughter. “It had to be an Alpha I swear”

“Of course they were and next year we’ll add our own” Larelop grinned.

“Come on, you picked” Tallo started “chop-chop wanna hear that” He clapped his hands lightly for emphasis on the words.

“Don’t be nasty I’m 16” She laughed.

“Go on Cleó~” He teased.

Shira leered at him “I am going to hit you” Nonetheless she took the dare, though still trying not to laugh and now blushing a bit “ok ok lemme…” she closed and cleared her throat.  

“She’s getting in character…” Rose couldn’t help teasing.

Her brows furrowed “Hngah! hnaaah…aaaah~ No I can’t!” She yelled red faced.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHA!” “Just like back then!” “You’re kidding, that was so fake!” “banned y’all are banned”

“Next iiiis” Shira spun the bottle around, landed right opposite of her to Tallo, she stared up at him with a gaze that said ‘revenge’ Grey and Dan exchanged glances and laughed at the Osubame’s disgrace.

He said nothing at all as he picked his strip of paper.

“I bet you everything he’s gonna pick a non-dirty one” Rose whispered over to Shira.

“Shit I hope not” The meercle mumbled back.

“Make a prank call” Tallo read with a victorious smirk.

“Are you serious?!” Shira yelled in disbelief leaning forward, seriously what were the chances?

“Gimme a phone” He smirked and extended his hand.

Rose handed him Seth’s who offered it “Not using your own, what a coward” She taunted.

“It’s called a safe net darling” He started dialing a random number, taking care of not calling to one of the contacts already registered, set the phone down and put it on speaker as it was calling.

“Say you’re calling from a strip club”

“Of course, and then I introduce you”

“Smooth fucker…”

“Say it’s a robbery, say it’s a rob-oh shit!”

The phone stopped ringing and someone answered “Hello?” It was a middle-aged man’s voice.

Tallo picked the phone and put it closer to him “I got the money run hurry up!” He hushed in deeper and rugged voice, everyone tried not to laugh or they’d give it away too fast.

“what?”

“Suaz…” Shira muttered.

“I got the money man, move move, the police is in my ass! I’m waiting at the spot we agreed where are you?!”

“w-what? who’s this?”

Tallo looked up and Juli was making a gesture with her hand slicing her neck for him to just drop the call and he did. Everyone started laughing.

“Neeeext!” Rose called out, shaking the baseball cap.

Tallo picked up the bottle and spun it in the center of the circle again, everyone leaned in expectantly. It stopped in front of a certain Tyltto.

“We have a winner” Farz commented, Tallo just tried to contain laughter, oh the irony!

Enix stirred around the strips of paper before picking one and reading it, her shoulders fell as she sighed “screw you all”

“That’s not what it says” Dan joked smirking.

“Nope, but someone has to buy me an ice cream” She passed the strip of paper to Shira, Rose huddled up to her to read as well and both gasped and laughed.

“It’s true it’s true!” Shira commented.

“But she’s gotta lick and suck on that ice cream well~” Rose joked and loud laughter followed as everyone kept making comments and teasing poor Enix.

“And I thought mine was bad” Shira mentioned.

“Yo, at least I get an ice cream?” Enix shrugged but Rose and Juli still shook their heads.

“Chip in to buy Enix her ice cream, come on” Dan mentioned, extending his hand, palm open “I’ll go buy it outside at the place near the bookstore” He explained as everyone pulled a few coins and placed them all together in his hand.

“Aahh those are so good” Larelop mentioned dreamily.

“Say you’re gonna share Eniiiix~” Shira smiled at the tyltto who stuck her tongue at her in response.

Said and done, minutes later Enix had a simple chocolate popsicle, the girl licked her lips as she unwrapped it and then started slowly licking it’s whole length and giving some light chocolate-y nibbles at the tip until she put it in her mouth. The reactions from everyone were just priceless.

Shira squealed and laughed hiding her face on Rose’s hair who alongside Larelop just stared at the Tyltto amusedly and with a hint of disbelief.

Enix parted with a small last lick and looked around with a serious expression, eyes narrowing “Tallo is that a fucking wingboner I swear to Zygarde… if any of you get a tent for this I am never speaking to you again”

Everyone immediately turned to Tallo and the Osubame folded his wings tighter in his back purely by reaction. Dan, Rose and Larelop started laughing gleefully as he blushed in embarrassment and glared daggers at Enix “Bad joke”

“Can dish it out but can’t take it?” Enix replied as she picked the bottle to spin it now, it landed on Grey of all people.

The saihorn clicked his tongue annoyed, and here he thought he could get away without participating, how naïve “Go ahead give me that” He pulled a piece of paper, his eyes skipped over “Aahh no big deal” He put it down but Larelop quickly snatched it.

“You have to say your crush’s name out loud and confess if they’re playing too~” Larelop smirked knowingly at him, he glared back.

“oohhh juicy~!” Rose laughed suddenly paying much more attention.

“Who is the chanceuse petite princesse?” Dan asked almost mockingly, Seth chuckled and gave him a nudge with his elbow.

Grey sighed and stretched his legs “Aright, you remember the last crowned Alpha queen? Well I had a crush on her back then” He admitted, smiling slightly as he remembered her “I never approached her or anything though just kinda admired her from afar”

“Arraiz? Daaaaw!” Juli exclaimed cupping her cheeks.

“Wow dude, she was a real babe indeed, aiming high there” Seth said patting him on the shoulder. Tallo nodded in acknowledgement and some of the girls rolled their eyes.

“I got over it though” He quickly added “Plus she graduated 2 years ago”

“You’re not fun” Juli mentioned “Also didn’t Kendra have her number?”

He shrugged and spun the bottle next to change the topic quickly.

The game continue for a few more rounds as people completed their dares, some hilarious and silly, some really daring and the majority being risqué. Until finally it was Tallo’s turn again…

“Go out and yell full force ‘The zombies are coming!’” Seth read.

“I skip” Tallo said simply raising a hand in defeat.

Shira gasped in disbelief “Are you shitting me? Out of all things so far you back out from that one?!”

“Yes I got a reputation” Tallo explained with a totally straight face.

The Livolt boy laughed “A reputation he says…”

Tallo looked at the girls in the group “Hmmm Enix would you be my victim?”

“Byyyeee Tallo I’m not kissing you~” The girl replied casually absentmindedly biting her ice cream stick, having finished the actual treat rounds ago.

“Shaaa…” He let a defeated smile, having sort of expected that, and looked up at the brunette next to him “Rose?”

The Butterfree looked at him with a knowing look that practically spelled ‘you owe me so many’ but nonetheless her lips curved slightly in a half-smile and she leaned in.

“Woooooo~!”

“Now this is something!” Larelop exclaimed while Shira simply stared amazed at her two closest friends kiss.

“Five years of friendship for this” She laughed. Dan in particular stared at her confused.

“Huh?”

And then she noticed what she had said. Out loud. “Uhh…nothing nothing, who’s next now?” She dismissed it quickly and changed the subject.

Dan spun the bottle around and it landed on none other than Larelop. The Tairenar’s bushy tail wagged impatient and nervous as she rummaged through the slips of paper to pick one.

“I got it” She proceeded to read it “Slap the person to your left on the butt” She let out a short laugh, especially considering the one most to her left was Farz.

The laughter was immediate “oooohhhh!”

“I bet it doesn’t say butt though” Juli laughed.

“Same thing same thing, come here Farz” She uncrossed her legs and sort of just crawled towards him, seemingly not wanting to put too much effort into this, the boy reluctantly got up and sighed turning her back to her. Larelop stretched her arm, brows furrowed and tip of her tongue out and gave a slap on the boy’s butt “score!” Enix and Shira laughed loudly.

“aayyyy!” Romy called out. Enix patted the boy on the shoulder apologetically, seeing his embarrassed blush.

“she wants the booootyyyy” Tallo teased.

“shhh ok ok my turn then” Larelop said moving her hands for them to pipe down, she picked the bottle and gave it a good spin.

It landed on Dan this time, the Livolt sighed and took one of the few strips of paper, his eyes skipped on the text and he frowned “Lick the foot of the person at your right??!” He yelled alarmed.

“OOOOHHHHH” “Ewww” “Nasty!”

“Skip skip!” He said quickly waving the little paper and putting it away.

“Aww come on man don’t be a coward” Grey smirked.

“Coward? Between licking your feet and kissing a girl I’d much prefer the second one thank you!” Dan spat pushing him away playfully.

Enix clapped her hands together “Who is it gonna beeee~?”

Juli’s eyes narrowed, now here’s the thing: she’s his twin sister, rose and enix had already kissed someone, larelop wasn’t interested but could do and then there’s Shira… who actually has a tiny crush on her brother…

The choice was pretty obvious.

She nudged at the Meercle who instantly blushed.

“Juli no” Shira mumbled.

“Juli yes” she grinned back and nudged at her once more. And at that moment she made the stupid mistake of looking at him and their gazes actually met. Shira felt her face become hot and tried to suppress it and calm down.

“A kiss between two leaders?” Dan mentioned, everyone else shut up and stared at him.

“Alliance by marriage and all of that, sure” Shira joked. She nervously leaned in forward, heart beating fast and closed her eyes and felt his lips on hers.

And then, just as quick, it was over and she sat back down trying not to make this much of a big deal. Juli’s wide grin was not helping things though.

“And so The Elementario and Legemd are now one joined team, everyone else go home” Larelop laughed.

“Where’s my macaron at?” Tallo added.

Suddenly a strident ringing sound called everyone’s attention: the bell signaling the end of recess.

“Noooooo!/Awwwww!” Everyone complained, getting up stretching and dusting clothes to go back to class.

“That was way too short!”

“It’s because we took too long with the ice cream thing”

“Well you could have kept playing while I was gone buying it!” Dan objected.

“We’ll continue later” Juli laughed mischievously. As everyone went back inside she slowed down a bit to walk beside Shira “you ok there?”

“Don’t you dare say a thing but… it was nice” She blushed.

Juli just grinned.