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bad neighbor

member — neighbor!dino x f reader genre — smut, college au word count— 6.3k synopsis — pros of living next door to a frat house: your neighbor is really really hot. cons of living next door to a frat house: probably everything else. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, fingering, lots of making out, facial (cum on face), semi public sex (hooking up at a party) content warnings — slightly introverted!reader, chan is in college but reader isn't: can be interpreted as older!reader but that's up to you tbh, mentions of weed & alcohol (chan & reader are both sober), cameos from cheol & hoshi hehe notes — thanks again to @onlymingyus for helping me get my brain in order <3 please reblog or send an ask if you enjoyed reading!! it means a lot to me and it helps me continue writing :) i hope you like this fic!

it's still early in the evening when the music starts.

the sound of voices and cars honking outside your house draws your attention away from the latest episode of your favorite new show. you get up and walk over to the window, peeking out through the curtain at the bright headlights beaming at you.

with a sigh you push the curtain closed again, heading into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. if tonight is like any of the other nights, then it'll be a long time before you fall asleep. hopefully the chamomile will help—is what you tell yourself every time. and every time, it doesn't help.

living in the same neighborhood as the frat houses from the nearby state university was certainly a choice, but the rent in the area was the cheapest in town and you didn't have many options left. with the fall semester coming up fast, every other apartment complex and condo in the city was already rented out. after moving in, you'd quickly discovered why the rent was so cheap: not because the house was in bad condition or because the location was inconvenient, but because of the parties. nearly every fucking night.

you might actually be impressed at how these college kids find the energy to party so often, if you weren’t so fed up with them. every friday and saturday night, and even sometimes during the week, at least one house on your block was throwing some kind of wild party.

by now you'd seen it all: drunk girls throwing up on your lawn, shirtless guys doing keg stands in the middle of the cul-de-sac, people making out literally everywhere. and yes, including that one time on halloween when you found two playboy bunnies having sex with spider-man in your backyard. how they got back there was anybody's guess, but from then on you’d started double and triple checking that your back gate was locked every night. 

tonight, it seemed that the festivities were being hosted at the house across the street. and the man behind it all? none other than lee chan, president of the fraternity and owner of the house.

you'd only officially met him twice, once on the day you'd moved in and once the day after. his red honda had pulled into his driveway at the same time you were unloading your boxes from the u-haul, and he'd jumped out and offered to help carry your furniture inside.

at the time it had felt like this was finally your meet-cute moment, the friendly and unfairly attractive boy-next-door that sweeps you off your feet with love at first sight. but once the final box had been moved, he'd simply given you a smile and a wave and went back inside his house. no cute bonding, no exchanging phone numbers, no asking to see each other again. he just left.

of course, that had been before you found out about the parties, and the shock you were in for that same night when people had started showing up in droves had nearly led you to call the cops. so the next morning you'd put on a nice outfit and went to knock on his door, and it was then that you found out more about the neighborhood you'd found yourself living in.

with the same polite tone he'd used yesterday, he'd been friendly and apologetic for the noise, promising that he'd make sure everyone stayed on his side of the lawn and that no one disturbed you or your house. he'd explained that it wasn't a quiet neighborhood, no matter the time of year, but repeated that if anything happened he would take full responsibility for it. he said that you were welcome to come over any time, whether you needed something or you just wanted in on the fun.

you'd taken his word for it, sheepishly waving goodbye as you crossed the sidewalk between your houses, though you figured you would probably never set foot inside his house while there was a party going on. and as you’d walked away, you had tried to ignore the feeling of your heart fluttering with the beginnings of a crush on your neighbor.

tonight, however, your heart was doing anything but fluttering. music blasted outside, definitely a lot louder than usual, and the sound of car engines revving was already getting on your nerves.

you dunk your tea bag into the boiling water at the same time a loud banging on your door makes you jump, and you narrowly avoid spilling it all over yourself and the counter.

quietly you rush over to the door, looking out the peephole to see a group of people carrying cases of beer, looking around at your front porch.

before you can figure out how to react, you hear someone yell something distantly and the group turns around in the direction of the sound.

"shit, wrong house," one of the guys says loudly. "sorry, whoever lives here! have a good night!" he calls as they walk away, the others laughing over a joke you can't hear. 

with the crisis averted, you head back into the kitchen and pull the tea bag out of your mug, chucking it into the trash with a huff. full responsibility, your ass. 

and then… you have an idea. 

chan had been so insistent that you could come over if you ever needed anything, so you might as well take advantage of his offer. because tonight you did, in fact, need something. you needed the party to not be so goddamn loud that you can literally feel your living room floor vibrating beneath your feet.

you stick your mug in the microwave to reheat later and quickly change out of your pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. presentable enough that you don’t embarrass yourself, yet comfortable enough that you don’t feel so awkward.

with a deep breath, you pull open your front door, keys tightly in hand as you lock it behind you and start making your way across the street.

you're almost at chan’s front door when a man steps in front of you out of nowhere, stopping you short. "hey, here for the party?" he asks, holding up his hand for a high-five.

"um… kinda," you say, lightly tapping his hand. you figure he must be the bouncer of some sort, from his friendly yet confident no-nonsense attitude and the way his thick biceps strain against the sleeves of his t-shirt. "i'm looking for lee chan, he owns the house?"

"gotcha," he nods. "gotta check your age before i let you in, though."

you pause, his words sinking in as you realize why he's asking. "oh, sorry, i didn't think i'd need my id," you apologize. "but i live next door, my driver's license is just in my wallet, i can go grab—"

"are you over 21?" he interrupts, and you frown at the question.

"uh, yes?"

"cool. head on in, then," he says.

you look at him suspiciously. "you're sure you don't need to see my id? what if i was lying?"

"dino will probably be downstairs, his room is the door at the end of the hallway on the left," he says, pointedly ignoring your questions. "and while you're down there, tell him cheol sent you. ask him to grab another beer for me."

he waves towards the open front door, and hesitantly you make your way inside. you have no idea who the hell dino is, and you can only hope it's just a nickname of some kind and the man you're about to go find isn't some stranger.

the second you set foot inside the doorway, it's like entering a completely different world. the air is stale and humid, clinging to your skin as you push through a crowd of what must be hundreds of people packed like sardines into every corner of the room.

the music gets louder the further inside the house you go, and you have to focus on repeating cheol's instructions in your head so you don’t get lost in the maze of hallways and doors. downstairs, end of the hallway, left. 

you soon find out where the music is coming from. unlike the normal house lights on the first floor, downstairs everything is dark except for colorful flashing led lights around the room. a man stands on top of a table between two huge speakers as people crowd around him, jumping and shouting lyrics to the song that’s playing.

there’s so many people that you have to push your way through the crowd, but most of the people around you either don’t notice or are too drunk to care. but finally, you make it to what looks like the hallway that the man outside—what was his name, cheol?—told you about.

you open the first door on your left and find four people sat quietly on the floor passing around a bong, a thick cloud of smoke hanging over the room. all four of them look over at you at the same time, glazed eyes silently asking who the hell are you?.

"sorry, wrong room," you squeak, slamming the door and retreating back into the hallway as you try your best not to step on anyone's feet.

with a deep breath you crack open the door directly beside the one you'd just opened and poke your head inside, and relief washes over you when you see chan inside.

he's sitting on a couch with a couple girls sitting next to him and a guy slumped against his shoulder, eyes closed and brows furrowed.

he looks up when the door opens, and a look of shock spreads over his face when he recognizes you. he calls your name and you step inside tentatively, saying his name in response. "chan?"

"close the door behind you," he says, and you jump to turn around and shut it with a click. he must notice you standing like a deer in headlights, because he motions you closer to him with a friendly smile. "sorry," he explains. "people will think it's an open room if you leave the door open. i don't want anybody in here without a reason to be."

you nod, but your eyes dart over at the girls sitting beside chan. he makes eye contact with them and clears his throat, and without a word they stand up, understanding the message.

he helps the man laying against him sit up, then helps him stand up and hands him off to the others. "don't let hoshi drink anything else tonight except water, okay? keep an eye on him until your driver shows up."

they nod and slip their arms around their friend, helping him stumble out of the room as he grumbles about something incoherent. "thanks, dino," one of them says with a little wave. "see you monday for that bio test."

the girls open and shut the door quickly, suddenly leaving you alone with him in the room.

"hi," you start, not knowing what else to say. it's been such an ordeal just trying to find him that you've almost forgotten why you came searching for him in the first place.

"hi," he repeats with a laugh. "honestly, i never thought i'd see you here. you don't seem like the type. so, what brings you over tonight?"

"you've only met me twice, how would you know what i seem like?" you reply defensively, thought he's spot on. this is not your usual scene at all, and you’re sure that anyone at this party who’s even a smidge sober must be able to tell how out of place you look.

he shrugs, patting the couch seat next to him. "alright, fair point. come sit down."

you carefully take a seat, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the collection of ambiguous stains on the couch cushions.

"oh, before i forget. somebody named cheol told me to tell you he wants a beer?" you say awkwardly, relaying the message.

"bastard," chan mutters, but he's smiling, and you assume the guy you met earlier is a friend of his. "fine, i'll grab him something when i go back outside." pausing, he turns his attention back to you. "but really, why are you here? i don't wanna make any assumptions, but i doubt it's for the free alcohol."

"if i was, you'd have to tell me where to find it," you say with a shrug, and he laughs but stays quiet for you to finish.

you fold your hands together nervously. "anyway, i just came over to ask—could you maybe turn the music down, like, just a tiny bit? and also… can you tell people to stop having sex in my yard?"

he winces and gives an apologetic smile. "yeah, of course. sorry about that. i told vernon to keep it down, but you know how he gets when he's…" he stops as if he’s just realized something. "nevermind. i'll go let him know right now. do you wanna come with, or you wanna stay here?"

"no offense, but i'd rather not go back out there," you laugh awkwardly. “it was bad enough just trying to find you in the first place.”

"all good," he replies with that friendly smile of his. "it's not for everyone, that's for sure. just make sure the door stays closed, and you'll be fine in here by yourself. shouldn't take too long."

he opens the door and slips out, slamming it closed behind him. you sit unmoving on the couch, finally glancing at your surroundings.

unlike the first room, the air here is fairly clean, other than the faint smell of alcohol and weed wafting in from under the door. you realize this must be chan's actual bedroom, when you see the posters that cover the walls and the bookshelf full of knick-knacks and textbooks.

you start to wonder who else lives in this house, but soon the door opens again and chan returns, the sound of voices and music flooding in while the door is open but quickly falling quieter once the door is shut again.

"alright, he'll keep it down. i'm sorry about the noise," he apologizes again, but you wave him off, suddenly feeling shy around him. with him still standing and you still sitting, he towers over you in a way that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter back to life.

"no, it's fine. really, it's not that big of a deal," you rush, trying to ignore the growing feeling in your chest. was he always this hot? for the first time tonight you notice how his blonde hair falls in waves around his face, perfectly framing his soft features.

he shakes his head. "really, i mean it. vernon will make sure it doesn't get out of hand, he’s good at that. i can't exactly give you a quiet evening, but i can give you the best i've got."

you take a deep breath and stand up. you're already way outside of your comfort zone even just coming to this party, but maybe this experience hasn't been all that bad. after all, you got to see chan again, and you got to exchange more than a handful of words with him like you did all the other times you’d met him.

"well… what is the best you've got?" you ask him, and you almost see him raise an eyebrow.

he puts his hands in his back pockets, pausing for a second as he looks at you. "mm, best i've got? probably this room. my room. quietest in the house, and nobody will come in to bother us."

your heart races as you take a small step towards him, standing close to him but still keeping some distance between you.

"so does this mean you're not leaving?" he asks when you don’t say anything, just barely loud enough for you to hear him.

"do you want me to stay?"

he takes a step closer to you. "only if you stay with me."

"do you say that to all the people you bring in here?" your question is joking, but a part of you still worries that he thinks you're just another girl at the party looking for a one night stand. though honestly, you wouldn't even really mind if that's all this was. hell, maybe all the secondhand smoke is getting to your head and clouding your judgement, because hooking up with your neighbor seems like a pretty fantastic idea right now.

"the only time i let people in my room is to let them use my bathroom and to make sure they don't die of alcohol poisoning," he says in a low tone, a little laugh escaping him. "and now, i guess i let my hot neighbor in here, too."

"you think i'm hot?" you ask, taking another small step forward.

he matches your stride, taking one last step towards you so that you're finally standing toe to toe with him. "i'd be an idiot not to."

"but how would you know, if we've only met twice?"

he laughs. "well, you had just moved in. i wasn't gonna hit on you when you hadn't even finished unpacking your furniture yet."

"so you did want to hit on me, then," you say confidently, straightening up a little.

“did i ever say i didn't?” he rests his hands on your hips and gently pulls you towards him, closing the last of the distance between you. his eyes never leave your face, gauging your reaction and looking for any hesitation.

you wrap your arms around him and lean forward, a smile on your lips. "good to know."

he leans in the rest of the way and presses his mouth against yours, and everything else just falls into place. your hands reach up to find his hair, threading your fingers through his blond waves and tugging experimentally, and when he lets out a little noise of pleasure you kiss him harder.

the noise of the party fades into the background as his hands slide down your body to grip your ass, and you can’t help the little moan that escapes as he starts to back you up against the wall. his hands stay put, kneading your ass as you try to keep your legs from giving out already. it’s painfully obvious how bad you want him, but it’s equally obvious how he feels the same way.

“fuck, been dreaming about this since the day you moved in,” chan says, pulling away from you with a shaky breath as your fingers tug at the hem of his t-shirt. 

he pulls it off over his head before leaning over to kiss you again, his tongue tracing over your lips. he’s good at this; not like you’re surprised by it or anything, but it still catches you off guard.

he seems to be able to sense the tiny bit of lingering hesitancy, so he breaks apart from you but still keeps his arms firmly around you, loosening his grip just a little. “is this okay?” he asks in a low voice, but you can hear the concern laced in it.

you nod quickly, tugging your shirt off quickly and letting his hands settle at your hips before you pull him back closer. you never do this. maybe you really had inhaled too much secondhand smoke on the way in and you aren’t thinking straight. but deep down, you know that’s not the case. 

as much as you hate to admit it, your harmless crush on your neighbor has grown into something much, much more. you can’t say you’ve never been a little jealous when you see girls leaving his house on sunday mornings after parties. you can’t say you’ve never let your eyes linger a few seconds too long when he goes out to check the mail and he’s wearing that tight black tank and thin silver chain he never takes off.

or the fact that he works out in his garage with the door open, and you aren’t really purposefully trying to look but it’s not your fault that your window just happened to be open. and it wasn’t your fault that you just happened to look outside and see him shirtless and bench lifting a very large amount and if you were really really quiet you could almost hear him groaning—

he slides his hands down your bare skin, hesitating again at the waistband of your jeans, but you arch your back a little to push yourself closer and he takes the hint. he easily undoes the button with one hand, and you try not to think about how many times he must’ve practiced that in order to get that skilled at it. but that thought is quickly pushed out of your mind when his hand makes its way into your pants, his fingers experimentally sliding down past your underwear and brushing through your folds.

you let out a groan, rolling your hips into his hand encouragingly. you’re already hot and sweaty, standing with your back against the door in just your bra and jeans, but it’s hard to tell if the heat is from the crowded, stuffy house or from something else.

“god, you’re so wet,” he murmurs under his breath almost incredulously as he presses his fingertip against your clit, circling the swollen bud before dipping back down to collect your arousal on his fingers.

you squeeze your thighs together out of instinct, trapping his hand between your legs, and he looks up at you for confirmation. “more,” you whimper, just loud enough to be heard over the music and the noise on the other side of the door. “chan, please.”

he groans and puts more pressure on your clit, starting to rub a little faster and a little messier. he slides his middle and index fingers inside and you let out an involuntary yelp, clenching and bucking your hips in search of more friction. he starts out slow, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion as his other hand massages the bare skin of your waist.

after more of your pleading he finally concedes, sliding his fingers out and wiping them on his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of wetness on his tan skin. he glances back up at you in questioning, but he finds no hesitation in your expression as his hands start to push your pants down your legs and you kick them away, leaving you bare in front of him.

“you sure you're ready?” he pauses to ask one more time, but your quick nod has him jumping back into action in seconds.

he follows hurriedly, stripping out of his pants and shoving his boxers down to free his cock. his length springs up and slaps against his stomach, the tip looking flushed and heavy, and your mind goes blank, replaced only with the thought of him inside you. he holds himself in one hand, lining his cock up at your entrance as you adjust your position in preparation.

you groan as he finally ushes into you, your fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades as you struggle to balance.

“feels good?” he mumbles as he lifts your thigh, wrapping your leg securely around his hip. he doesn't move yet, his hips still as he lets you move however you need.

you barely manage to nod in return, keeping your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, slowly but surely adjusting to his size. “god, yes,” you manage, trying to keep your breathing steady. “if i'd have known you felt this good i would've come over way sooner.”

“mm, well. you're welcome over here any time.” he grins at you. his dark eyes get hazier with desire as he holds you firmly against his pelvis. “for any reason you'd like.”

the best response you can come up with is “sure”, barely listening as you start to roll your hips, but you can tell the sincerity in his statement. your attempt at movement doesn't work very well in this position, but chan quickly takes the hint, pulling back and letting his cock slip halfway out before he drives back into you.

the first thrust has you seeing stars already, and you let out a broken moan as he starts to build up his pace. your back slides against the wall as you feel the bass reverberating through your bones, and it only enhances the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.

“if there weren’t so many people in this house, i’d have you screaming my name right now,” chan huffs against your lips, pulling your body closer and wrapping his arms around you tighter.

“mm, but the music is so loud they probably wouldn’t be able to hear it anyway,” you bite back with a brazen smile. you're feeling bold, the party atmosphere filling you with a cockiness that you don't usually possess. but something about the environment, the fact that you're fucking the hottest person here while hundreds of people rave obliviously outside the door, is a thrill you've never felt before.

he rolls his head back with a groan, and you feel his thrusts suddenly getting harder and deeper. you have to fight to stay standing, using all your energy to keep yourself upright and leaning most of your weight on him, but if he notices it he doesn't let it show. all those push-ups and bench presses that you ogle him doing in his garage must be good for something, from the way he hoists you against the wall and drives his cock into you without even barely breaking a sweat.

“say it, then,” he goads, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he holds your leg up. “you want to, don't you? you wouldn't have come over here tonight if you didn't.”

the worst part is that you know he's right. your own curiosity is what brought you here tonight, masked by the claims of noise complaints. the noise isn't even really that much of a bother: you could've gone to bed, turned on your fan and played some white noise, and you would've been perfectly fine. but some part of you longs to know what goes on at these parties, to see your devastatingly sexy neighbor in this setting you've never witnessed him in yet. so now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you really have nothing to lose.

“chan! fuck— mmph, yes—” you whine loudly, unintentionally clenching around him as the words fall from your lips. there's no way anyone would hear over the music, and even if they did, there's a high chance they wouldn't care either way. it's just what happens at parties.

his eyes light up at the sound, a moan of his own leaving his mouth as he thrusts into you over and over again, burying his cock as deep as he can go with every stroke. a familiar heat burns in the pit of your stomach at his movements, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. your walls throb around his length, filling every inch of you until you can't take it anymore.

“chan…” you groan again, pulling him towards you with your leg around his waist. “please, keep going… c-close, i'm close—”

he leans in and presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans with his eager mouth. “god, please cum for me,” he says breathlessly, pulling away but leaving just enough room for your lips to stay connected by a thin string of spit. “need to feel it, need to feel you. please, baby, fuck…”

he slams into you even harder, driving his cock right up into the spot that makes your knees nearly buckle. you manage to whimper out his name one last time before your lips go slack against his mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as you crash into your climax. the force of his steady, constant thrusts combined with the force of your orgasm leaves your body tingling, every nerve alight from the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

his movements don't ever slow, but you can see the emotion twisting in his face in reaction as he watches you cum, squeezing around him so warm and wet and perfect that it takes every ounce of his self control not to immediately follow you over the edge.

his eyes bore into yours, watching your face until he's sure you've recovered enough to handle him. he pulls out and keeps his hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking himself with tiny flicks of his wrist to keep the momentum going.

immediately you drop to your knees in front of him, tilting your head back to stare up at him between his thighs, your eyes wordlessly pleading with him as your tongue nearly rolls out of your mouth.

“fuck, you're so…,” he groans, keeping his fist tight around his cock with a few final motions. “you're so fucking hot, god, i'm gonna—”

he whines and his hips buck as he spills across your face, thick white ropes landing on your tongue and your cheeks. your smaller hand reaches up to replace his and you take him into your mouth, gagging only slightly as the salty taste fills your mouth. you wrap your lips around him and swallow, letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head to collect it all until he's finished.

he pulls back and his cock slips from your mouth, leaving you gasping and licking your lips to catch the stray drops of his cum. his voice is low and strained as he reaches out his hand to help you up, his thick biceps flexing as he pulls you to your feet. despite the blissed-out look on his face you can see the guilt in eyes and it makes you pause, wondering if he didn't enjoy it the same way you just did. but it's only another moment before he speaks again, and your short-lived worries are put to rest.

“i'm sorry it was so fast,” he says almost shyly, pulling you over to sit at the edge of his bed. “i can go again if you aren't done yet. or we can do something else… or i could walk you back home. whatever you want, i'm happy to do.”

you expression softens into a grin, still a little hazy but definitely not finished. “oh, i can go again, for sure. i've got all night if you'll let me.”

his eyes crinkle with an eager smile, and you're already spreading your legs to give him space as he falls down onto the bed between them, landing on top of you. his hand cups your chin ans he pulls you into him, his lips finding yours and melting into you with a satisfied hum. his tongue finds its place once again in your mouth, prodding inside as he kisses you with a level of passion and desperation you haven't felt in a long time. 

he groans into the kiss as he tastes himself on your lips, exploring your mouth and the bitter taste he left inside. you feel the vibrations from it in your jaw and down your neck, and it only makes you kiss him harder in an effort to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

"hey, dino, didn't you say you'd bring me a beer? it's so boring standing out there—"

the door opens and you jerk away with a scream, hiding yourself under chan and using the nearest piece of clothing to cover up as someone barges into the room.

"cheol, get the fuck out!" chan shouts, wrapping his arm around you and keeping you pressed tightly against his chest, using his back to shield you from view. "fucking knock next time, dude, you know better!"

"jeez! how should i have known? i thought you said you didn't hook up at parties," cheol mutters as he turns around, slamming the door shut behind him. "i'll get the damn beer myself."

the door slams shut once again, and chan sighs and hangs his head, his forehead leaning against your chest before he reluctantly crawls off of you and crosses the room to lock the door.

“you don’t hook up at parties, huh?”

he turns around to look at you, and you pause to take him in. his hair is messier than it was when you got here, glued to his forehead with sweat and sticking up at odd angles from you tugging on it. his broad chest is tinged red with tiny scratches from your nails, and it makes you want to bite him all over, but you contain yourself for now.

your voice is teasing, but cheol’s words have honestly made you feel a million times lighter. you hadn’t expected to be anything special to chan after tonight; at the very least, you hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward when you see each other, but you’d figured you were just the next in a long line of girls waiting to have their turn with him. for once, you’d never been so happy to be proven wrong.

“i’ll make an exception for the pretty neighbor girl. just this once.”

“oh, so now i'm just pretty. i thought i remembered you saying that i was the hot neighbor girl,” you giggle, watching as he hops on one leg to put his boxers back on.

“two things can be true at once,” he says with a grin as he walks back over to you still lying on his bed. “besides, i still haven't taken you out on a date yet. would be kinda forward of me to call you hot when i haven't even bought you dinner yet.”

you smile at him, trying to fight the warmth burning in your cheeks as you reach up to ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. he lets out a satisfied groan at the feeling, and it gives you an idea.

“do…” you trail off, suddenly unsure, until you see the warmth in chan’s eyes as he lays on top of you and it fills you with confidence again. “do you wanna continue this at my house? i’ve got the quietest room, and nobody will bother us.”

“mm.” he grins at the way you repeat his words from earlier, enamored with your shy yet playful tone. “if we’re at your place, does that mean i get to give you the noise complaint this time?”

“i’ll allow it.” you roll your eyes and pull yourself to sit up. “i need a shower, and i’m sure you would like one, too. plus i have food that hasn't been spilled on the floor or soaked in alcohol.”

he picks your shirt up off the floor and hands it to you with a smile, moving around his room with a quiet confidence you find unbearably hot. “does this mean anything to you, or is this just a tonight thing?” he asks.

you bite at your lip as you shimmy back into your jeans, shaky fingers sliding the button into place as you sit back down on the bed. “it does,” you reply simply. “you did tell me you'd buy me dinner, after all. i'm gonna hold you to that.”

he leans over you, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. “and i plan on keeping that promise.”

you stumble your way through the house, squeezing chan’s hand tightly as he pulls you up the stairs, following him towards the door. you're not worried about anyone noticing you anymore: everyone's too wrapped up in their own business to care, including you. the party seems dulled now, the music fading and the people around you becoming blank faces. all you care about is chan, your eyes roving over his broad back muscles that peek through his shirt as you trail behind him. you must look no different than every other drunk college kid here with the giddy smile on your face, but you haven't had a drop of alcohol. it's just the effect he had on you.

finally you make it outside, and the cool night air feels sharp compared to the humidity inside the house. already it seems quieter as you start to walk the distance across the street, moving away from the party and towards the comfort of your own home. chan moves up beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist while you lead the way, but you're stopped once again by the same man from earlier.

“hey,” he greets chan, only sparing half a smirk in your direction but otherwise not bothering you, despite the heat that instantly rises in your cheeks at the fact that you were caught. “did you get my beer?”

“no. you said you were getting it yourself.” he rolls his eyes, and cheol whines and gives him a look that you swear almost looks like a pout. “if anyone asks about me, tell them i'm not home. tell them i had to…” he looks over at you with a cocky grin. “…had to go take care of something. noise complaint.”

cheol groans, making a face. “god, whatever. i don't want the details. but just don't make me stand outside next time. i'm doing you a favor here. i'm supposed to be working on my thesis.”

“sure,” chan replies, but he's still stuck staring at you, barely processing his friend's complaints. “yeah. anyway, i'll catch you tomorrow.”

he tugs gently on your waist and you start walking again, leaving cheol without so much as a goodbye or even a proper introduction. you'll deal with that later, you guess. there’s a lot of things you'll have to deal with, but at least the wild parties your neighbor boyfriend throws won't be one of them anymore.

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[peachhcs]

I’ve seen so many posts of the whole “Quinn rips off jacks braces” You should totally write it in 😭 or something similar with the other siblings

that’s such chaos from them honestly HAHA i don’t exactly know how it happened that led to quinn doing that so i’m just gonna make something up. also how do u just rip braces off of someone’s face?? like wont that hurt 😭

au masterlist

“samy, up here!” jack called as he chased after his sister with the puck. luke and quinn were hot on their tails trying to take the puck back in their possession. the youngest hughes passed it up to her brother who evaded quinn’s advances.

the middle hughes skated right around luke to send it into the back of the net. he glided towards samy exchanging excited high fives for scoring another goal.

quinn, however, wasn’t too pleased. the four had been playing for almost two hours now and samy and jack had acquired quite a lead on the their brothers.

“that wasn’t fair!” the oldest hughes finally snapped.

“what do you mean that wasn’t fair? you were guarding the goal,” jack protested.

“you’ve been cheating this whole game and it’s pissing me off,” quinn threw his stick down in anger.

“what do you mean cheating? no we haven’t,” jack grew confused and glanced at samy who only shrugged.

“whatever. i’m over this. this isn’t fun anymore,” quinn shook his head.

“oh come on, q-ball. it’s just a game. i didn’t even know we were taking this seriously,” jack laughed and picked up his brother’s stick.

whatever mood quinn was in made jack’s words frustrate the older boy even more. he spun around and practically lurched at the middle siblings while the other two jumped back.

“you’ve been pissing me off all freaking day! first it was eating all my cereal, second it was making me clean our bathroom and now it’s you being all arrogant and i’ve had it up to here with you!” quinn yelled and tackled jack to the ground.

the boys started physically fighting. samy and luke watched in horror as their brothers started punching each other to the point that they were screaming. quinn’s anger got the best of him and he started going for jack’s braces.

quite literally with his bare hands, the older boy ripped them right off his teeth. the plastic bands popped everywhere when he tugged the wires out. jack was screaming and trying to push quinn off of him.

“quinn! quit it!” samy yelled at her older brother because he was seriously scaring her when jack started crying because of the cold and quinn punching him.

luke and samy finally tried pulling the older boy off of jack. quinn fell to the side and jack scooted away, tears running hot down his face.

“dude, what the hell!” jack yelled when he realized quinn pulled both wires out of his mouth.

quinn sat there a bit dumbfounded and shocked that he even did that. the four siblings stood there in shock of one another until jack finally got up and ran to the house to tell their parents. samy and luke didn’t know what to do besides leave quinn on the ice as they followed after jack.

“mom!” jack screamed as soon as he was inside that startled both of his parents. they came running to where their son was as samy and luke made it inside.

“jack? what’s wrong? what happened?” ellen saw his tears and the slight bruise forming on his cheek.

“quinn pulled my braces out!” the middle boy exclaimed. ellen and jim gasped as ellen grabbed his face to examine the damage.

“why did he do that? where is he?” jim quickly asked when he realized the older boy hadn’t come in.

“he just freaked out on us and started fighting me,” jack cried but at least he wasn’t bleeding or anything.

“and what were you guys doing?” jim pointed to the younger two who just stood in the doorway watching the whole thing.

“standing there watching. we didn’t know what to do,” luke said.

“i’ll go talk to him,” jim mumbled when he saw quinn still outside. ellen went to call the orthodontist to see what they could do and how fast they could get jack in to fix his braces.

“not gonna lie, after it was scary, it was kind of funny,” luke mumbled quietly. samy eyed him and jack rolled his eyes.

“of course you would think it’s funny,” jack shook his head and went to go examine his other bruises.

“what? it’s funny now. we can laugh about this in like ten years,” luke shrugged.

“only you would say that,” samy threw her jacket off and disappeared further into the house. the younger brother just shrugged and followed after her.

it was safe to say quinn was grounded for two weeks for pulling that stunt and jack got his braces fixed the next day.

[dissolvedprincess]

For you

✷ a yearning reader that is eager to please nonchalant Josh. ✷

PART 1 of the ‘Party 4 U’ mini series.

(not proofread)

⭑ PART 1 PART 2

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“Babe, literally everyone is coming, well..most of the freshmen anyway and some seniors.” you said, while casually typing away on your phone to send out more invites. “Even Chriiiiiisss.” you look at Ashley and wiggled your brows, her cheeks blush at the sound of his name.

“Ugh fine.”

“Great! It’s gonna be SO fun, babe!” you squealed excitedly, wrapping your arms around her.

“And I’m not going just because Chris is gonna be there okay…I just haven’t partied in a while, that’s all.” she says with false confidence, but you can clearly see a shy smile start to form on her face.

“Yeah yeah sure Ash, veeeery convincing. I’ll text you my address later okay, see you tonight.” You blew her a kiss and finally parted ways.

You felt giddy with excitement as you walked through the halls of your campus. The phone in your hand buzzed with a text from Sam, ‘I’ll be there!!❤️’ and you smiled at the message, just the thought of her attending was enough to soothe your nerves, just a little bit at least.

This party would be the most important party of your life. You were being dramatic, but valid. You’d do anything to please the source of your anxiety. His name placed last on the list with big, bold letters, impossible to miss.

‘JOSH’

“Shit.” you muttered to yourself.

You still went back and forth on wether you should talk to him face to face or just text him. ‘I mean, i could always ask Chris for his number’ you thought to yourself. But it seems like you’ve made up your mind. The idea of having his full attention, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment, would be enough to momentarily satisfy your urges.

You felt like a little girl with her first crush again. A little girl experiencing foreign and overwhelming emotions, it was embarassing.

The sight of him from your peripheral, pulled you from your thoughts. The outline of his build deeply embedded in your brain from months of wishful staring.

He looked to be deep in thought. Your eyes trailed down to his hands that were frantically writing into his notebook, clearly busy. But you decided to throw caution to the wind when he stuck his pencil inbetween his teeth and started biting on it.

The action triggered something in you, a juvenile desire that felt so intense. You wanted his mouth elsewhere, everywhere, leaving marks on your body.

As if on cue, the wind blew your way. Slightly pushing you to start walking towards him, leaving you with goosebumps all over. It felt like even nature has a hand in this. Wouldn’t that be so romantic?

“Hi Josh.”

The butterflies in you ribcage threatend to burst out the moment he looked up at you.

“Hey. What’s up?” he responded casually with a lazy smile. He still looked so handsome despite the tired bags under his eyes.

You never really got to know him properly throughout college, occasional helos and mutual friends was all that you had. He was a difficult person to get close to with all the constant people around him.

“Um, I don’t know if you’ve heard but i’ll be throwing a party at my house. Tonight.” you stated nervously; words stuttering a bit as he stood up to match you. Now it was your turn to look up.

“Oh yeah, i think Chris told me. Don’t know if i’m invited though.” he teased with a small laugh. His eyes crinkling beautifully.

“You are!” you responded, a little bit too fast for your own liking. His presence was…difficult to adjust to, and the cologne he’s wearing wasn’t helping either.

“Haha alright! That’s awesome.” His reply was short and minimal.

You scrambled for a response, it was pathetic; the kind of hold he had on you.

“So can you make it?” you asked expectantly.

He looked away for a moment and chewed on his bottom lip; contemplating. You wished to be inside his head for a while and watch those gears turn. What is he going to say next? Will he be too busy to come? Is he feeling under the weather? Does he have a date to go to? ‘Please don’t let it be a date, please, please.’ you plead to an invisible force.

The next thing he does is unexpected.

Your phone is suddenly plucked away from your hand. You didn’t miss the way your heart throbbed at the feeling of his fingers brushing against yours. The spring air suddenly felt too cool for your heated cheeks.

You would find the action strange and ill-mannered if it was somebody else. But this was Josh and you’d let him do anything to you. It was risky, being this close to him.

He types for a while and handed the phone back to you. The final contact of his fingers sent shivers down your back.

“I put in my number so you can text me your address. I’ll be there.” he assured you.

It took everything in you not to let your mouth gape.

“O-okay Josh. I’ll..see you soon.” you replied pathetically.

He sat down on his previous spot and looked up at you again. You’ve decided that he looks good under you, flashes of you him going down on you come and fade away as he said, “See you soon pretty girl.” and then that sweet smile is back again, with a little hint of sly this time if you look closely enough.

Then you walked away whilst looking at his name on your contact list, still in a daze. The urge to turn your head got the better of you, expecting him to be looking at you still. But you were left disappointed to see he was already back to his previous task.

The drive home was ridiculous to say the least, you forehead meets your steering wheel any chance you get; with an added groan of frustration of course. You felt lame. How could you mess up your first proper interaction with Josh that badly?

You slammed your car door once you arrived, a bit of added force would help blow off some steam you thought.

Your shoulders relaxed the moment you walked in through your door. It’s good to have the house to yourself for a while.

After making sure the house and drinks are up to par, you sat down to scroll through your unread texts. Quickly responding to your mom’s text, ‘Have fun tonight sweetie. Don’t break anything and good luck with Josh, be safe ;)’ Your cheeks warmed at her text and let out a scoff. ‘Thanks mom❤️ and ew, don’t say that😭. But i will ;)’

You dazed off for a while and decided to call Chris.

“Yeeee-llow.”

“Hey Chris.”

“Heyyyyy. What’s up?”

You played with the loose seam of your pants and mulled over the question on the tip of your tongue. Fuck it.

“Can you like, send me Josh’s favorite playlist?”

He paused for a moment and laughed.

“I mean-yeah, i can. What you need it for?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’ve just uh- been asking for some of you guys’ playlists for tonight. Y’know-so that um-you could enjoy the party better?” you let out nervously.

“You haven’t asked me for mine.” he was full on teasing now, you just know it.

“Well i was gonna! I was gonna ask for it after you gave me his.” you scrambled to save the situation.

“Sure suuuree okay of course you were.” he let out a chuckle.

You found it funny how you were in a similar situation that Ashley was in.

You let out a groan, “Ugh just…don’t tell Josh about this okay, or anyone for that matter.”

“Yeah okay okay. I just sent you a couple of Josh’s AND one of mine, you’re welcome.” It felt nice to have a friend like him to depend on.

“Thanks Chris. See you tonight.”

“Catch yaa laaaaterrrr.” then the line clicked shut.

You then melted on the couch, leg bouncing with nerves.

“Oh fuck..” you rubbed at your eyes for some relief from the headache that was starting to form.

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“Oh fuck…” you rubbed at your eyes again to stop the tears from flowing.

You appreciated the presence of Ash and Sam on either side of you. Each of their hands rubbing gentle circles on your back. The party has been going on for a good two hours and still no sign of Josh.

“I just..ugh-feel so fucking pathetic for even hoping y’know. At least text me to let me know that he wouldn’t come. He didn’t even reply to the last one when i sent him my address.” More tears threaten to pour as you rambled on.

“I understand hun.” Sam smiled at you sympathetically.

“And no, it’s not pathetic.” Ashley chimed in. You looked her way and smiled the best that you can.

“I mean-you know how i am with Chris. So…” she paused for a second, finding the right words to say. “I get it, more than anyone.”

Sam nodded and laughed, “It’s totally normal! And he’s horrible for doing this anyway so..one less guy to worry about.”

“Yeah..yeah you guys are right.”

You felt Sam grab your hand, “How about getting back out there, huh?”

“Alright, come on guys.”

After the three of you left the comfort of your bedroom, you felt light. It’s good to not have his constant weight on your mind. Sadness is a given but with it comes relief.

“I’m just gonna get another drink okay, you guys go on without me.”

You smiled after waving them goodbye. It’s exciting to see how the night could promise you so many more opportunities when Josh is no longer your fixation. All you have to do, is just choose.

Well, good luck with that.

“Hey pretty.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere, warm and inviting.

It’s horrible, how easily he pulled you back in.

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I apologize for being late my sweets! I wasn’t satisfied with the previous version and decided to revise some parts of the story. The whole thing also unexpectedly turned into a three part mini-series and the last two will be inspired by Charli XCX songs as well because they fit the narrative so well, i am so excited!

I also apologize for the lack of Josh in this one but he will be a very prominent part in the last two, so no worries.😙

I hope you enjoyed and yes part two is already in the works ;)

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.7]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(mc just-- can't get a break.. can they?..)

(I AM BACKK RAHHHH i'm so sorry with how long this took!! real life has been really weird and troublesome for too long but I'm now back and ready to write some more! hope people are still interested in this series because i'm getting ready to wrap this series up really soon to begin more one shots and another future series. for those that have waited for this long for chapter 7.... THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! literally i'm so thankful you have sticked around THIS long despite my hiatus. since because of you guys, I still want to keep writing more here :) now let's get this going!)

(not proofread, all your house leaders are mentioned!)

(requested tags: @bottomjamilsupremacy @abyssqueen @time-shardz @a-very-bored-mika @obeymediasimp @sarah22447 @cuentademeri @twistedcece @paintingeels)

(if you want to be tagged in future chapters please comment or message me! I will only tag you if you directly ask for it and I will only tag you once unless you asked to be tagged on all future chapters of a particular series.)

five weeks in Royal Sword Academy, during the fifth week all you've been doing is resting from the event that was the ball. your injuries were not an issue since Raps healed them up fast with his magic but he couldn't exactly heal the emotional wounds that reopened again.

everyone in RSA pitied you for the situation that you got stuck into, a magicless human almost crushed by the falling tower that suddenly got covered in thorns. people made up so many rumors, people said that the house leaders of NRC didn't like that you, the former prefect of their school, left in favor of their rival school so in spite they set an attack on RSA. others said you weren't even involved and that it was just their rivalry getting out of hand on Night Raven's part.. and why Night Raven College in particular? that was because few residents from Briar Valley that attend RSA recognized the thorns to be from their home kingdom.. their prince's thorns. either way you just avoided answering questions and no one exactly pushed you for answers, but the rumors went out of hand way too fast, so fast that now the headmaster of RSA had to pause his research to find a way back home for you to then try to ask NRC if any of their students came to their school because of how many RSA students were taking the stories just.. too far.

you had a fairly.. ominous morning. the clouds seemed grayer than usual but you passed it on as the sky just being the sky. you saw the ship that took you from NRC to RSA come back aboard and settle down which made you curious but didn't let it bother you. other small little misfortunes included your food falling on the floor, your favorite morning drink tasting weird or spilling on you, your appearance looking more tired than usual no matter how much you try to cover it, and then your shoes keep getting untied no matter what way you tie them.

but here you are now, as you walked through the school to occupy your time in doing something while classes were going on (p.s you were allowed to go into classes you were interested in with permission) but today you just simply felt like walking to let out some steam. you looked through your new phone gifted to you by the headmaster and read through the frenzy of comments from RSA students about the event, luckily it's been dying down a bit but it's clearly not stopping.

"do you think the house leaders from NRC could've really done it? could they have gotten that angry?"

"I dunno. I just know that those thorns look like the ones from briar valley or from that one dark and green dorm from the school."

"either way it'd be petty for them to send the literal prince or house leader all the way here just for that :b" "dude r u fr y would they send the prince" "it low-key high-key ruined the dance for me and my friends completely tbh" "same :("

you sighed at the comments since you felt a knot of guilt in your stomach. you too felt like the ordeal ruined the dance for you and your friends but the only thing that kept you from descending more was that they still mentioned all the time how fun it was even if the end was a disaster.

speaking of your friends.. only they knew who it was that visited you and why. they kept your secret since they knew how much of a sensitive subject it is for you and they admitted they didn't want to see you be blamed for this even if it wasn't even your fault in the first place.

"Gee.." you blurted out while putting your phone back in your bag after putting it on silent "NRC this.. Night Raven that.. so sick of hearing their nam--"

BOOM!

You bumped into someone!

You stumbled back a bit with how strong the hit was, it was as if this person was running but was also really.. strong?? because of how hard it was.

"I'm so sorry!-- " you apologized while getting back on your feet "i'm really sorry I didn't think anyone was out right now during classes! I--" you blinked a few times to look at the person with a look of embarrassment on your face.

oh it was actually two people, that explains the force.

one had orange hair and the other had dark blue hair, how familiar.

wait--

red heart on the right eye, black spade on the left--

no fucking way.

"prefect! we've found yo--!"

"no."

you turned your heels immediately after interrupting the red head while speeding up your pace. the amount of fucks you have left are way below zero and you weren't ready for this after last week.

"______! wait- we need to talk!-" exclaimed the spade for your attention but of course you didn't give.

"no no no nononono-- not today- not right now-- I can't fucking do this right now." you sped your walking more but you bumped shoulders with someone this time that stunted your walking but didn't make you stumble like the first time. except this person gave you a low lion kind of grumble.

"watch it herbivore!--" this deep and irritated voice snapped at you but it seems like they stopped their sentence too soon.

you two locked eyes and you never felt more dread in one single moment than today.

"______?.." the prince of Sunset Savanna spoke out your name in a gentle kind of tone that seemed absolutely abnormal to you coming from him of all people. his face contorted into one of disbelief yet care.. it weirded you out so much on how he spoke and looked at you as if he missed you to death. a vague look on his face that can only be described as if he was a kicked puppy.

but god.. Ace, Deuce, now Leona?? your speed walking turned into immediate jogging.

your self mumbling was shaky and panicked, all you wanted to do was get away "why why why--" you jogged across the halls while trying not to be too loud to disrupt any classes but you knew that perhaps ongoing classes would be concerned over the several voices in the background calling your name. you were about to open the door to the courtyard until an arrow was shot right above where your hand was jiggling the door handle. you looked back to see your shooter to see two infamous blondes.

"mon cher.. my dear trickster!" the bob cut blonde exclaimed in happiness and joy that you have never seen before in so long from him. as if he literally did not almost shoot your hand with one of those arrows of his.

meanwhile the other blonde with purple tints at the ends of his hair, looked at you with a very sour scowl. "you." you heard the queen of Pomefiore spit the word in your way "Rook, it seems like you missed."

that last line from Vil gave you chills down your spine which caused you to jiggle the knob quicker "this cannot get any fucking worse!!--" you yelled in frustration as you finally were able to open and stumble out the door with Rook and the others you passed by exclaiming or whining(that's just Rook lol) at you to stop.

you ran down the long flight of stairs to the courtyard to escape all these pains in the butt but Lady Luck just seriously wanted to see you fail today since as you were closer to descending you finally felt your left foot feel somewhat lighter. you looked down to finally notice that your darn shoe was missing! you looked up to try and find it but at the very top of the stairs of course the hunter had it right in his hands, flaunting and showing it off to you from the top of the staircase.

"yoohoo!~ trickster! I may have something you need!~" Rook taunted you playfully.

"keep it! I don't need some shoe to get away from all of you!" you spat before you turned to continue on running with only your left sock and right shoe to carry you on.

you could hear Ace and Deuce whine with how many stairs there are but they kept on running down. Leona on the other hand with much more stamina and agility than them despite his daily and constant naps was able to catch up further than the ace and spade ever could. the lion's panting and footsteps were getting closer and closer as you were heading towards your dorm but considering how far it was and how close he was you were starting to feel pessimistic.

but you always had friends in high places.

"_______!! Up here!!" a familiar and this time comforting voice yelled out your name from a high up dorm you were about to run past. Raps quickly let down his long golden hair from his dorm window up high and you couldn't help but to smile like an idiot now knowing what to do. Leona noticed this and tried to quicken his pace but as you neared to the hair of your lifesaver with much more adrenaline than ever before you finally forced your body to leap and jump onto the golden locks of your friend, and just as fast as you intertwined your arms, legs, hands, and fingers into the hair you were now quickly being pulled up to safety with Leona immediately frozen in his spot while looking up at you getting farther and farther away from him.

you looked down at him with a look of pity because of the sorry expression on his face.. but in the end you didn't care. you stopped caring long ago anyway.

as you were taken up you could hear distant voices calling out to you again but you didn't face them and instead hugged your savior.

"Raps!-" you smiled all silly as you were trying to catch your breath and wipe the sweat away from your brows and forehead. "I owe you my life! I really couldn't face them again--"

Raps chuckled lightly as he gently patted your head and took you in his arms, not caring about the sweat and heat coming off of you. "I saw them arrive from the ship this morning and I knew that at some point you'd need me so I prepared for anything." soon enough you backed up to be able to breathe properly and truly savor in the temporary victory for today but despite pulling away Raps gently brushed down your hair to settle down the crazy strands from all that running you had and even wiped some of your sweat with his sleeve. "they chased you like a pack of wolves from up here-- kind of scary to be honest.."

you groaned in annoyance "i KNOW!! it's crazy! as if simply ghosting and leaving the school WASN'T ENOUGH!-- I'm so exhausted of this I can't--do this anymore Raps.." the adrenaline pumped into your heart and ears and you felt your hands started shaking whilst you raised your voice in exhaustion. the way your eyes scattered and looked up and down, right and left-- just simply the way you were anxious made Raps concerned.

your friend immediately grabbed you by your shoulders to get you back together, gently shaking you "_______!.." and when you still seemed not all there yet he then went to hold your face this time "______!!" he exclaimed as he then finally was able to catch your attention "maybe you need to rest for awhile.."

you nodded but gave him a vague and questionable look "aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Raps rolled his eyes playfully "i am in class, my dad is also my teacher remember. in a way this is my study hall time."

you laughed a bit "right.. damn.. I really do need to sleep."

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the rest of the day was sort of hectic.. of course you took your nap while leaning on Raps while he studied after that heck of a chase. now after him helping you go back to your dorm to get another pair of shoes you're here walking with Raps to his next class, outside of the safety of the dorms, but you knew that when Neige, Alex, and Rielle would find the two of you then you'd have nothing to fear.

you looked from side to side cautiously with your anxiety rising up with the pace of your eyes going back and forth.

"you'll be fine _____..." mumbled the golden blonde "I'm right here with you remember, if they decide to speak to you I promise I'll do the speaking for you." he gave you his charming smile which made you feel a bit of relief.

"thanks raps.. but it's not just them speaking to me that frightens me.." you whispered as you hid close to him. you felt more anxious the longer you felt several pairs of eyes staring at you here and there.

"well let's just think on the positive. from here on out until they leave you'll stay with us from the beginning of the morning till the end of the day, so they won't be shouting your name every few seconds." Raps suggested but you simply laughed back.

"as if i'm not already stuck to the hip to all four of you everyday of almost every hour."

both of you laughed together at your comment, feeling a heavy weight lift off your shoulders a bit at the joking and the reliability of your friend.

you both calmed down and ended the small giggling frenzy with a sigh before you started to speak "let's just hope I don't get to see any of them too much today, I wouldn't want to throw up whatever I ate last time for when I see them.."

in the next few moments your friend Rielle finally approached you guys! great timing Rielle!

"hey guys!" he chirped "how have your days been! good I hope?" Rielle started small talk with you two in order to cheer up the atmosphere.. since the talk about NRC students on RSA campus grounds have been swirling around and making the group feel uneasy.. but you didn't really know that yet.

after discussing about eachotehrs days, explaining your chase and everything in between. Rielle gave you this look, it seemed almost pitiful and kind of as if he needed to tell you something. you gave him a confused look with an awkward smile. "what's up Rielle? never seen you look this nervous before.." your friend seemed a bit caught off guard and returned the awkward smile back to you.

"ah!- well.. shrimpy.. I almost don't want to tell you because it makes me feel a little.. upset." he shrugged with the emotion in his eye of wanting to hold back. "the words may get a bit stuck in my throat but. well--"

you looked at him in immediate interest, the thoughts in your head wondering what he needs to say.. and why it's taking so long..

"the headmaster needs to see you. he said he's made an immense break through in the search of finding a way back home for you. that maybe-- you'll finally be able to go back where you came from." the red head seemed to get more upset the more he went on, the exact opposite of your reaction.

you smiled, you were excited-- you were finally going home! back to what you truly know and love!

but what about your friends?..what about your new friends? what's gonna happen to them? you've all gotten so close in the past five weeks together. is this really the time to leave back home now?

you looked at both Raps and Rielle with this look on your face that only said one thing: I need to talk to the headmaster. they both gave you a tiny smile that seemed to try to mask the glum feeling they both had in this situation that is now unfolding before them. and before you could think your legs started running and your heart again was beating out of your chest. not because you were being chased or yelled at but because for once you felt a sense of true and honest optimism about your situation.. after months of being trapped in this world. every sharp turn, every step, every shoulder bump, every gentle shove and half-hearted apologies made your heart feel alive and more excited than ever about this. you could almost smell the air of your home, see the colors of your room, touch and feel the fabrics, rough, soft, rigid edges of every corner inside your house.

and while your friends watched you run, Rielle could feel a drop of water down his face. he touched it and saw it was coming down from his eye.. weird. he pressed the water in between his thumb and index finger. ahh now he remembers-- he's heard of something like this, a human function in which the body is able to produce water from the eyes when one is feeling intense emotion.. but he felt so distraught, as if he was grieving yet no one has left him yet.

'is this what they call a tear?'

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after reaching the top of the final flight of stairs you stared down at the headmaster's office doors. the smile on your face widened as you turned both knobs and pushed your body against the doors.

"headmaster Ambrose!! you said you wanted to se--'

oh dear mc, I'm so sorry.

you looked around the entire room and every one of the house leaders in Night Raven College are present there, statures tall, intimidating, sour, fond, confused. along with their reliable vice dorm leaders by their side.

Riddle Rosehearts gave you a glum and pitiful look yet that lasted for a second before he tried to seem stern and serious while looking away with his vice dorm leader, Trey, bedside him.

Leona Kingscholar, back again, also pretended to be serious and uninterested about this situation but you could tell he was trying to catch a small peak of you with his vice dorm leader, Ruggie, beside him watching.

Azul Ashengrotto has a kind of look on his face that clearly held a grudge but every single time he stole a gaze at you it's as if his eyes softened ever so slightly, even his vice dorm leader, Jade, easily caught this.

Kalim Al-Asim was more than happy to see you, he obviously tried to keep himself from speaking but his appreciation for you seemed to have never faltered for a second. His vice dorm leader, Jamil, stood behind him as he usually does.

Vil Schoenheiht was the one with the biggest scowl and petty look on his face. not daring to even peek at you but it was obvious that despite him being an actor that it was easy to see through this act of him hating you and wanted to never see you again. His vice dorm leader, Rook, simply complimented you from afar and also seemed to be awing you from across the room.

Idia Shroud was present.. what a shock-- this has never happened usually unless you were involved but he seemed to hide his face away with his hood and pretended to be occupied in a video game when in reality he couldn't even focus on the game he tried to use as a distraction from you. His vice dorm leader/brother, Ortho Shroud, just gave you a happy smile, also quietly very happy to see your face.

Then theres.. Malleus Draconia, you've seen him just a week ago and he also looked down shamefully. as if he couldn't bear to see your face in fear of disappointment and hate. despite this his vice dorm leader, Lilia gave you a small smile but tried to focus on Malleus and the meeting at hand.

"______ my dear! so long no see! thank you so much for getting here to talk to us!" headmaster Crowley cheered as he welcomed you in the office along with headmaster Ambrose by his side. "you see the headmaster to Royal Sword Academy wanted to talk to me about a few unrelated things. internet frenzies and such! but then we got distracted and talked more about you."

you stared at Crowley intensely, afraid of looking towards the other house leaders you used to be almost fond of a bit back then, but of course you put yourself over whatever fondness you had.

"he talked about his research in finding you a way back home, and luckily for you Night Raven College's house leaders wanted to present to him and yourself as well a way they found you to go back home!"

You stared at Crowley after he finished his sentence, there was a long pause, maybe an awkward cough in-between. "so you're saying.." you could feel the words get caught in your throat "that everyone here.. the house leaders.. found ways to get me home?.."

Crowley hummed in slight thought "Not exactly my dear, they all worked together to find you one straight path back to your home! turns out all they missed was just the research that headmaster Ambrose has right here!" he let out one of his signature chuckles "even from afar you still managed to be NRC's prefect! making the housleaders work together for a way back home for you! now that's magic."

your mouth was slightly agape as you slowly looked at everyone in disbelief. "you really did that for me?.. despite everything you all did to me when I was still there and everything I did to get away?.." everyone either looked down or straight ahead to avoid your gaze or even nodded gently. no words were spoken or needed at the moment.

you took a moment to breathe and let the gravity of the situation sink into your skin. an inhale and exhale later you finally let yourself say your next few words,

"how do I get back home?"

(CHAPTER 7 IS OUT!!! thank you so much for being patient and waiting for me to finally be able to post this chapter! I hope it came out alright to better! I had fun with this chapter especially since I'm now planning the seeds to the end of this series, thank you for the love and I hope you enjoyed this!)

[astrophileous]

Hii 😊 if your up for it could u write an imagine where reader grew up in a musically inclined family and has been hiding it from the bau team but mostly Spencer so he’s never met readers family so when the holidays roll around and readers family comes to visit Spence tells the team he want to meet their family and the team get curious to so they all follow him and show up to readers house to hear their family (reader included) play instruments and singing

(Thank for the consideration 🖤🫡)

Hi anon! First of all, thank you for considering me for this request in the first place, but I regret to inform you that I must reject this request and that I won't be writing anything for it. I will try to explain myself as concisely as possible, but it's still gonna be a long passage so I hope you bear with me. And I encourage my other readers/followers/just fanfic readers in general to read this as well because it's important.

The reason I decided not to write anything for this request is because I just recently stumbled upon a requested fic, written by another author, with an eerily similar plot to this one. There's a chance I'm making a wrong assumption here, but I did ask a friend of mine to compare the two requests, and she also agrees that they are too similar to just be a coincidence. And honestly, I don't appreciate people sending in their requests to me if they're just gonna copy it (with a few tweaks here and there) and send the same ask to another writer's inbox. It's rude. It's disrespectful. And from this point forward, I will be denying ANY request that comes my way if I saw you had already sent the same (or a very similar one) to another author beforehand.

Maybe some of you think this isn't a big deal, but for me, it is. When you send in the same requests to me and multiple other authors, it makes me feel depreciated as a human being. It makes me feel like you view me only as a robot/machine/an AI with no other purpose than to write you fics after fics after fics. I get it, it's harder to perceive someone as another human being when we're all hiding behind our online personas, but just like you and everyone else, all fanfic writers on this platform and I have our own lives. I'm not a fic-producing machine that you can just exchange for another one when you feel like I'm not posting or writing fast enough to your liking.

I know it can be frustrating. I know that some of you might not be as patient to wait longer for authors to publish your requests, but guess what? It's still not an excuse for you to treat us as less than human beings or like we're disposable! Especially when most fanfic writers are doing this FOR FREE. So it shouldn't matter if it takes fanfic writers a week, a month, or a whole year to write something, we still don't owe you anything because it's not like you're paying for us anyway.

I'm a full-time college student in the middle of writing my thesis. I'm running on barely any sleep as it is and as much as I don't want it, writing requests do have to be put on the back burner once in awhile. This is just something you have to accept as fanfic readers. If you can't handle it, then you can literally just take your request to ChatGPT or something and request it to write it for you. I'm not a fan of AI myself, but this is a much better option than just reducing fanfic writers to a fic-producing machine.

So yeah, with that said, I deeply regret that I must deny this request. I'm sorry if I made you wait too long for it, but again, it's still not enough imo to justify what you did. Even if I weren't as busy as I was, requests are still gonna take some time to write—do you know why? Because I always take time to make sure that the contents I post are up to a certain standard. Sometimes I'd even write multiple versions for a request and post one that I deem the best among the others. That's how much I care about the fics I'm putting out even when I'm doing this for free. Fanfic readers tend to forget that the 2000-word stories you managed to finish in a couple of minutes were born out of labors of love that could take DAYS for the writers to complete. And we do it all sometimes without being fairly compensated as well (have you seen the contrast between comments/reblogs and likes for fics in this platform???? It's APPALLING). So really, asking you to please please please not send the same request to different authors should be considered the bare minimum.

In conclusion, I really hope that you can put a stop to this habit for the sake of everyone involved. I'm not saying you shouldn't be sending requests to different authors at the same time, but just make sure that you give us different plots so each writer is given the chance to show off their creativity in their own unique ways. I apologize again if I seemed too hostile in this post, it wasn't my intention at all. Please don't be discouraged from sending another request in the future because of this. I just hope there was something to be learned from what I wrote here. I hope you have a good day! ❤️

[regret-with-a-u]

should I fuck around and write Atreus meeting Lysandra and Calliope?

He, while on the road with Angrboða gets blasted by magic and goes back in time.

As he is walking on the shores of Aegean Sea, sweating through his armor as the sun tries his best to blast him to hell he collapses.

And Lysandra, at this point knowing his husband is working for the gods sees the young man with unknown runes and white skin and goes:

Well shit.

And from that point onwards, while Kratos is somewhere doing fuck all Atreus learns Greece :D

Maybe the Atreus of Greece, who has suffered minor wound so he is left behind, meets the Atreus of North.

Calliope meeting Atreus ;-;

My personal headcanon is Kratos grew up with Lysandra and Atreus so they know how young Kratos looked like.

So Lysandra is like;

Lysandra: Atreus, meet my new friend :|

Atreus of Greece: Haha okay :D Hello young man- wait.

5 min later @ Kratos household*

Atreus of Greece: MATH IS NOT MATHING!!

Lysandra: Did he had the boy when he was 14???

Atreus of Greece: That can't be right!

While they are panicking*

Calliope: I like your hair :)

Atreus of North: I like yours too (: Want me to braid it?

Calliope: Yes please! :D

At some point Kratos rolls up. (I kinda want angst but his family is still alive so crack it is) He sees the whitest boy ever whited carry 2 grown boars on his back as Calliope rides his shoulder and goes: Hmm

Atreus of North: Oh, he likes me :)

People around their town: ?????????????

Lysandra: Is he yours??

Kratos: I would never cheat on you.

Lysandra, gazes at Atreus who is literally using magic to fly Calliope: I am more confused now

Kratos: Also math is not mathing

Atreus of Greece: THATS WHAT IM SAYING

Kratos: So, boy, I need to go. People have seen a monster in the sea so while I am gone protect-

Atreus of North: Oh, I already killed it :)

Kratos, looking down @ Atreus' small frame: ...how

Atreus of North: With my bow! Also I did this! *Shows family picture of Kratos' family plus 2 Atreuses * Did you like it? :>

Kratos:

5 min later @ Kratos household*

Lysandra:

Kratos:

Lysandra:

Kratos: So-

Lysandra: I already forged government identifying markers. We adopted him

Kratos: ...That was fast

Lysandra: Nothing I haven't done before

Kratos: What do you mean-

Also Atreus and Atreus conversations would be hilarious. Atreus of Greece used to being a prankster, he likes fucking with people. Atreus of North on the other hand is literally Loki and lost the meaning of normal.

Atreus of Greece: So... Boy. I realized something.

Atreus of North: :)???

AoG: You don't eat much, sometimes you look at the distance with a longing in your eyes. No man'a or woman's gaze takes your focus. I know what you are.

AoN: Man! I wanted to say it sooner but this is a first for me, I didn't know what to do! I am glad you understood that I-

AoG: You are lovesick! :D

AoN: I am a time-traveling God! :)

AoG:

AoN:

AoG: Come again?

AoN:...I am a dog.

AoG: That's not what you said.

AoN: nuh huh.

AoG: Fuck you mean nuh huh-

An hour later @ Kratos household*

Kratos and Lysandra:...what

Calliope, petting: Soft! :D

AoG getting squeezed by Atreus' wolf form: Hopital

Kratos: Damn... He could be mine???

Lysandra: Damn, I registered wrong Atreus as family dog :/

AoG: what

The fun never ends!

Also lmao;

Ares:

AoN:

Ares:

AoN:

Ares: Who are you???

AoN, getting bad vibes: u first.

Ares: I am God of War Ares, now answer me boy. Who are you? Why are you here? Who send you!

AoN: You can't be the God of War.

Ares: ExCuSe mE

AoN: Father is the Go- oh. Oh shit!

Ares: Exactly, now you know the danger you are in. Now answer me!

AoN, panicking: I am Loki

Ares: Gimme a sec *fucks of to Olympus *

Ares: Zeus, who the fuck is Loki???

Zeus, in the known of Odin's freaky ass Ragnarok: ...why do you ask??

Kratos: And then he vanished?

AoN: Yes :)

Lysandra: Why was he looking for you?

AoG: Maybe because he is a God?

Calliope: He is 17. How can he be a god :)

AoG: He turned into a wolf!

Kratos, %100 fucking with Atreus: I also turn into one when I am hungry. >:|

AoG: Bruh

At tthe same time:

Zeus: THERE IS 2 OF THEM NOW??? FUCK!

Ares, crying: Why does the son of the pantheon killer is also a pantheon killer!??!?

As such many cases ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

[liketheletter-l]

F H Q U V

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK THIS IS SO EXCITING!!! OMG!!!

F: Share a snippet of one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

hmmmmm. okay i really wanted to share something i HAVEN'T posted but i think i have to do the argument in scotch gambit chapter 2, so here's a snippet:

i spent like an entire month on this argument, making sure there was tension, tweaking the meanness level, etc etc. i'm a big fan of the way it all dovetails and i think the rhythm & pacing of the whole scene turned out really well. Also i love my donnie lines. he's probably my favorite character to write dialogue for

rest under the cut:

H: How would you describe your style?

OOOH i like this question a lot. i would say: very conversational. full of...Flavor. others have described my writing as like saturated which i think tracks. im pretty sure it would taste like sour candy

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

LOVE THEM!!! SO MUCH FUN!!!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and explain why you like them so much.

Okay im going to do fic writers that are not my friends (Yet 😏) bc that seems more fair (but please check out radish and rem and russ and dandy)

@magicalspacedragon (ao3)

god the fucking. The. i don't even have the words to express how much i love this author's writing it's (goes on to express in words) it's just so fucking VISCERAL and full to the brim with personality. This is the type of shit that makes me really THINK about the characters and their motivations and it makes me want to write self-indulgent thinkpieces and characters studies and i just AHAGRARUAGRHGERHGEUYGA';6'35PL63;.' im normal

2. @turtleinsoup (turtlesoupswimmer on ao3)

the lemonade leak is one of the best fics i've ever read dude. The pacing the fucking BUILDUP but i would honestly read this author's grocery lists. their style is So enriching to read it is like a treat for my brain. Literally countless times reading their work i've had to close my laptop and stare at a wall for ten minutes like How Did They Do That. i've been thinking nonstop about their reincarnation au "and again" so you should read that if you want to be really fucked up about twins

3. @stillateenageabomination (ao3)

This author ended my life with "eight long months" and then just kept resurrecting me and killing me again with their whumptober series. Holy fucking fuck. this person is REDEFINING the whump genre guys Literally doing angst like no other. Every fucking time i read a stillateenageabomination fic it moves into the apartment complex of my brain permanently. RENT FREE.

honorable mention: @i-logophile for writing "the glass pawn" one of my Favorite Fucking Fics of Ever. i hope you write many more things in the future because i will devour all of them ravenously holy fuck that fic is so good

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fic out there NOT written by yourself, what would it be?

this is tricky because there are a lot of unfinished fics out there i would love to explore the rest of but wouldn't want to be like "well i'd write a sequel because THEY'RE NOT FINISHING IT FAST ENOUGH 🙄" cuz not only is that rude it would send me directly to Hypocrite Hell

Buuut in terms of fics that are like, well and truly finished, i would fucking love to see the aftermath of "skinning the children for a war drum" by @jumpinginmuddypuddles. this fucking fic is so good. The leo chapter exploded me and all the boys have such strong characterization and interesting backstories and i'd love to see them interact and learn to trust each other/become a family again🥺

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THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER ILY!!!

[underoospeterparker]

i thought of another peter sutherland request while i was sending u the other one 😭 peter and neurodivergent reader? only if u feel comfortable writing that obviously! maybe she gets overstimulated/overwhelmed by something theyre both working on and starts to have a panic attack and he helps her breathe thru it and calm down…lots of cuddles because puppy loves to give cuddles. i also think puppy is such a cute pet name for him bc he’s literally a puppy

hi baby! i've actually never written for a neurodivergent reader so I'm not sure if this is written right, and i don't personally have any experience! but i've done some research & i hope this is okay:) if you could let me know what you think that would be great, i can write it again with your feedback if you hate it, lol! but otherwise I hope you enjoy it<3 also, if you could give me feedback that would be great, even if you do like it!

tw: please don’t read if you feel triggered by panic attacks described in detail

(reader has ADHD - attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder)

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"baby, you okay?" peter's worried eyes met yours. snapping out of your daydream, you nodded lightly.

"sorry, jus' got a bit distracted," you murmured quietly, a faint blush of embarrassment coating your cheeks. your hand impulsively grabbed his index finger, anxious. peter let you play with his fingers, knowing it was one of your coping mechanisms. oh, he was the most supportive boyfriend. he was always there to listen, so deeply understanding and comforting when you got lost in your own world. it made you feel all tingly and happy, and you laughed quietly under your breath. peter's eyes brightened at the soft sound, however unexpected it was. "i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

he blinked, lost in his own thoughts, then started talking again. "hmm," he sighed, pulling you closer to him. "just that we have to stay here for a bit, at least until we know it's safe again."

safe. that word again. it was never safe, whatever you tried or did, and it was, was so difficult. all you wanted was a normal life. a normal life with peter, and it made you so mad, so annoyed, it was so sad to think that it was somehow wrong for you to want to have that life with him when you could be saving people, but you wanted it, you wanted it so badly it hurt.

peter noticed you getting worked up again, as you were squeezing his fingers too tight. he never complained. "sweetheart," he murmured. you sat up quickly, too quick from his chest, eyes already welling up.

your breathing grew too fast, too fast to be normal and everything was moving too fast and it was too much, too much. your breaths became shorter and more frequent, hands still clutching peter’s, squeezing, because you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, and it was too loud-

tears fell quickly down your cheeks. “shhh,” peter cooed lightly. your sobs were making it even harder to breathe. your boyfriend recognised the signs of your panic attack, trying to calm you down as best as he could. “it’s okay, sweetheart, just breathe with me.” you tried your best to follow his instructions, hiccuping slightly. “in, and out. deep breaths.”

you tried doing one, and you couldn’t, it was too tight around your throat. your eyes welled up even further. “it’s okay. we can try again,” he murmured, eyes filled only with concern and love for you. you nodded, unable to speak. “slowly, breathe in, and out.” taking a deep breath, you filled air into your lungs, and you felt this overwhelming surge of relief rush through you. “there you go, that’s my good girl,” peter praised, a small smile forming on his face, reassuring you everything was okay. “a few more, okay?”

after you had calmed down, you asked quietly, “can i have a hug, please?”

“of course, baby.” you fell into your boyfriend’s open arms, head resting on his shoulder. he nuzzled the top of your head with his chin, hands rubbing your back lightly.

and that was when you you knew that whatever happened, you would always be safe. because you were with him.

[sheepispink]

Hey sheep I just saw your post about feeling burnt out, and as someone who has had burnout please be kind to yourself and do not just push through thinking you’ll be fine because it doesn’t work believe me I’ve tried:’)

So please take care of yourself, while you aren’t fasting eat and hydrate well and SLEEP well very important.

Anyway I feel like I’m rambling, good luck fasting and I hope you feel better soon!

(Ps do you do that emoji’s to recognize anons thing?)

thank you sm for this, i literally read this ask and then went straight downstairs to have a large glass of water LOL

it’s pretty hard keeping myself in check because of the fact i’m running like.. three series rn and they’re all supposed to be updated at least once a fortnight. The thing is i have ideas but the thought of writing just makes me feel so exhaustedddd

So basically i really appreciate someone being like, yo u need to stop and not force yourself 😭 also idk how people do it man, i get so exhausted when fasting 😞😞

i promise i’ll actually take care of myself though, i’m gonna sleep in realll late tmr and i’m gonna lay off writing until next week.

thank u again anon and yes!! I do the emoji anon or word idk whatever you want lol. No one’s asked for it yet i was starting to wonder if i’d ever get one haha, just send in another ask and tell me which one u wanna be and i’ll put a tag every time u send an ask! 💖💖💖

[rpfofficial]

oohhh summer camp!! that’s so fun! i hope you have the most wonderful time there hehe. i’m glad you’ve been doing well <333

i am entering a bit of a recovery phase tbh, 4th year was rough (academically and personally) but yesterday after sending off my dissertation i went to the park and started reading a book and write in my notebook and it was just. so good. because reading and writing have just been impossible for me for a long time. so i’m just looking forward to finding myself again after the absolute mess that were the last two years. also i have to find a job, which i’m hoping to get sth in a lab, but a librarian friend of mine also keeps recommending me jobs at the library so that i have something in case it takes longer to find an entry-level lab job (which is likely). anyway it’s a little scary i’ve always been a student and now that’s just. over.

that sounds a little bleak so i’m also gonna tell you some good things:

i have a mullet now. a proper ash from supernatural mullet, not one of those baby mullets

i worked in a lab for a few months and it was such a good experience! it confirmed to me that yes i do want to work in a lab in the future it’s where i belong!

what’s been keeping me going throughout is rapper sword dancing though! look it up you won’t regret it, it’s an old miner’s dance with funky bendy swords and weaving through fun figures. i recommend you watch some videos i can’t explain it otherwise. look up black swan, they’re insanely good and also look very intimidating (won this year’s DERT, annual rapper tournament). other fun teams to look out for are mons meg (not as polsihed but VERY worth looking at), gaorsach (fun chaos), sheffield steel (just. GOOD), northgate, and sallyport (specifically their DERT 2024 showcase for silly vibes)

anyway. that was my little infodump. i’ll probably start playing disco elysium this summer

ah this is all sounds wonderful!! i totally get the feeling of needing to recover, i hope you do get that rest and recovery and it sounds like you had a great day yesterday<3 im also finally getting back into writing after pretty much a whole year of feeling dry and unmotivated....so yay recovery! and ive been in a reading slump for ages but once i finish the 3 books i have on the go at the moment, i plan on reading 20 books over the summer <- achievable cos i read fast and have a lot of free time, but still wishful thinking...

good luck with the job finding! i hope u get to work in a lab cos i definitely sounds like a dream suited perfectly to you, but you would also be a great librarian thats another thing i think youd be perfect for. also proud of you for the mullet. business up front, party in the back <3

and now. i just went down a mini rabbithole of rapper sword dancing and oh my fucking god??? i watched a few black swan performances and literally sat there openmouthed for a full 5 minutes . they are so intricate and clever and graceful and THE FLIPS?? FLIPPING OVER THE SWORDS??? MULTIPLE TIMES????? this is insane im going to immediately go watch more of this thank you for opening my eyes

also that last sentence in this ask made me grin like a maniac please do play disco elysium it will change your life youre seriously going to love it 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[starjxsung]

starrrrr 💕💕💕 I missed youuu

school is literally starting up again I'm so over it already 😭 senior year guys let's goo

HEY I TURNED 20??? LIKE IT FEELS WEIRD TO SAY IM TWENTY YEARS OLD NOW. buttt it also just feels the same lmao

but I have bigger things to worry about, like trying to get SKZ tickets when they release the US dates. i just hope I get good seats 😭 honestly I hope I get any seat bc this would be my first time seeing them live IM SO EXCITED... it feels crazy to think that I've been a stay for over two years now... i remember just getting into them as they closed off oddinary era, and my first comeback with them was maxident. it literally feels like a couple months ago, and I feel like time is flying by so fast now, literally every year just goes by quicker and quicker 😭

yk maybe that's a good thing bc my surgery is scheduled (as of now) for October 31st, which I don't remember if I told you the date or not but yeah. I'm glad I could get on the books pretty quick, but it also feels a little too quick, yk?? i just feel like there's so much to think about especially bc I've never had anything remotely like this before... the only time I've had anything down was stitches on my lip when I was like five 😭 (I banged into a clock, don't ask...) but it's kind of overwhelming even for me. but at the same time I still feel a bit iffy about it, I just want to get it done and see if it works.

but yeah anyways I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND I WANT TO KISS YOU STAR BB!!!! feel free to write an essay for me to read about your life and literally everything you're doing bc I need to distract myself from starting senior year 😔😔

miley says hello and that she loves you 💕💕

MY LOOOOOVEEEEEEE OH MY GOD. IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. HOW’VE YOU BEEN????

Also HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY???? 20 YEARS OLD!!!!!!! FUCKKKKK THAT’S SUCH A FUN AGE I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT SO MUCH RAHHHH did you do anything to celebrate???? Dinner? Cake?????? HAPPY FRICKIN BIRTHDAYYYYY LIVE IT UP SO HARD 20 IS GOING TO BE AMAZING TO YOU 🎉🫶🎊

Also FELTTTTTT on the skz tickets part oh my god 😭 even just seeing the start of the tour and seeing all the clips has me PANICKING…… like if I don’t get to see Bang Chan solo stage with that shirt off…… hell nah. I can’t believe how fast time is going by too???? Like wym we’re already past ate promotions and the Korean shows are finished????? That doesn’t sound real 😭 TIME ISNT REAL YALL

Also I am SO GLAD you were able to get your surgery on the books!!! I know it seems really scary but at least once you’re finished with all the prepping and everything, it’ll just be like one big long nap and then you’ll be finished 🥹 sending you so much love and good vibes and manifesting the surgery goes smoothly and that you’ll feel so much better after it. I’ll be thinking of you all Halloween!!! I’m so proud of you I promise everything is going to be okay and you’re so strong and capable of getting through it! ❤️

I love you so so so much I hope the start to senior year has been nothing short of amazing!!!! My life has been the boring same usual shit but I’m insanely busy with work (I really should be sleeping rn bc I have a 7am meeting tomorrow lollll) but !!!! I’m excited for fall and everything’s fine! I just need to take the world’s longest nap tbh

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY ANGEL a million hugs and kisses for you as always ALSO THANK U FOR MY DAILY DOSE OF MILEY I LOVE HER SO MUCH…. I offer you a momo in exchange (she loves you too !!!!)

[bokettochild]

Weekly check in with stardust

i have been creating a lot of stuff and im nearly done with my online science course and should be done by the end of this week!

the other week was eid and ur girlie made sweets, dressed up, visited a friend, and made Mario Lego B) I also got stickers for my laptop but that's unrelated lol

also we made bakhlawa and makrout they are literally my favorites lol, even the people at my friends party seemed to really like them too lol

apparently I look really good in olive green so that's like also a major win for me

the stickers are like vintage looking florals ones lol

btw I've been working so much on my four swords DND au, I'm not sure what to call It tho? I was thinking like "Four Keys" because the swords are literally keys to a secret realm or whatever

btw have u had any good recipes recently? Im fasting just because I can and rn I'm just thinking about food lol

i made a fajita tonight using colored peppers too lol

if u have any good recipes please tell me I love hoarding them

btw, I have one character left with enough space for an additional trauma/mental issue on my roster for the au so honestly just send me a few different ideas for them and I'll probably choose one lol

btw the dudes got the thickest Russian accent, is very brutally honest, soft and gruff, non nonsense and needs to adopt every small thing in sight or else he will die because this is how he's coping.

he was stuck in like an iceberg for like 200 years (there's a wholes Tory behind that) and then we he emerged (thats also a story) everyone he knew is kinda super dead because of the passage of time

*someone saying something stupid*

"Your voice, very ugly, please, do the shut up :] "

thats him in a nutshell^

also remember to do wrist and finger stretches for writers and artists

also I acquired a glass orb with glass art inside <3 o r b

also what's legend's irrational fear?

also I love legend being like, an actual good influence on wind in his own weird way

i want them to bond more, maybe do a whole stealing heist from some knights-

im not asking u t write it but I just wanted to share lol

i hope you've been doing well, u seem to be lol

also do u like wearing jewelry? and if so how often lol

Wow, that's a wall! (pos)

I'm glad you got to enjoy some nice food, time with friends, and dressing up! Also, it sounds like you're having a ton of fun creating recently! I am as well, but it's slow going as I'm working on a multi-chap that's very demanding about where and what is supposed to happen (I did this to myself but the results are fantastic!)

"Four Keys" sounds like it has great potential as a title! I like it! I also love the Russian accent. the character is giving slight Captain America vibes, but only for backstory, and I love the concept so much!

As for a irrational fear..... ma am I bad at those I rationalize anything so... maybe large empty spaces? Usually those are indicative of a boss fight in his mind, so just having one that isn't hiding some threat throws him way off. He's also insanely wary of any room with a tiled floor. Because >:)

I also love him and Wind! The fact that they're both on the younger side here but also both accustomed to being the person others look to gives great opportunities for them to bond and interact. Legend has a lot of experience to share but he's also not up on a pedestal like Time or Warriors is, so there's more opportunity for direct communication and less a need to impress. (I actually just finished writing something with them, as it happens!)

I'm honestly not the best baker in the world, or cook in general (I'm still building up my recipe book after leaving my parent's house) but I can share my mum's bread recipe! It's very good, for every day, or to make into rolls for the holidays and with nice meals!

Recipe makes 4 large loaves btw

Dissolve 2 packages of dried yeast into 4 cups of warm water.

In a separate bowl, mix 1/2 cup soft butter with 1/2 cup of honey (you can also add 1/4 cup of molasses for super dense rolls/loaves).

Once the honey-butter is combined, add the yeast water to the bowl

Scoop in 6 cups of whole wheat flour + 4 cups white flour.

Mix, knead, and set into greased bread-pans, or roll into balls on a cookie sheet.

Bake loaves for 35-40 min at 375 F, or rolls for 10-15 min at the same.

After you remove it from the oven, brush generously with butter before they cool, for extra flavor and to preserve moistness.

Hope this one makes you happy! It's great to use in sandwiches, serve with soup, or eat with jam, or alone!

[analogwriting]

ok I feel a bit weird sending in another message today, but the newest chapters put me in such a killer mood I wanted to read more for him

and I must say??? We need more killer writers pls 😔 I love oneshots, hcs, all that stuff, but where are my longfics??? not to complain (i am), but WHERE IS THE SLOWBURN??

ambrose you are a godsend fr fr… I get so picky with this kind of thing because sometimes i’ll say “Oh I don’t like slowburn THAT much” but the moment I find a good slowburn, I will eat that shit up. I will be HOOKED on my phone for hours at a time and let my work pile up because yeah, these fics have me forgetting I need to sleep

Wish I could give you all the kisses in the world because you really just spoil us with ur amazing writing… ive never felt so blessed by an author before cuz the way the slowburn is so agonizing it has me ripping apart my lungs, my heart aching, myself going insane… I live for it.

Respect to you and other slowburn authors, cuz it takes a lot of work to write one… I always find other law or killer fics and the relationships always feel so rushed 😔 please, law and killer are such slowburn potential characters and i hate to see them act so impulsive in other works. I love how u write tho. So so so much. everything is so slow and i love it

(one day I’ll get to reading your law fanfic…hopefully this weekend)

anyways, me 🤝 number 1 kese hater, next chapters are rlly gonna get me 😭

-long rants anon

first of all, don't feel weird. I love getting asks, replies, or anything. no matter how many times. I eat that shit UP ✋✋

second, FKSKFKEKOD???? got me ugly crying on main frfr with this ask. i literally called my bsf crying 💀 you're so fucking sweet??? im just a funky little guy that had a few dreams and decided to write em out bc fuck it and to know that people are enjoying it that much is so insane to me 😭😭😭

im a sucker for slowburn and would eat that shit for breakfast lunch and dinner if I could. i just never really found it of my favorite characters so i was like "dammit if i want this shit gonna have to make it myself ig" i always felt like the law stories kinda happened to fast as well and i wanted some PINING. and then when I started my killer fic, there was hardly any killer content in general. there seems to be a surge in content for him tho which I am forever excited about my mans deserves it.

like the last time I wrote fanfiction it was a decade ago when I was first starting off high school. (not counting rps n shit with friends that continued forever)

never in a million years did i know people would enjoy it as much as they are and that shit makes me so unbelievably happy. like y'all have no idea. when i say i be giggling and kicking my feet n shit I MEAN IT

like this is me every time I get y'all's comments n shit. like I be giggling and just glowing all day. (it's partially why I just kept the trend of posting updates at night so I can wake up to them nice messages 💅 start the day off RIGHT)

like my head is reeling from this ask and im on cloud nine frfr. you are so fucking sweet and i just want to tuck you in my pocket and keep you safe. like FJSKDKDKS I'm going to be thinking about this all day and probably the rest of the week if not forever 😭😭😭

but seriously, from the bottom of my soul, thank you for this. shit makes my year frfr. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[hoonjayke]

Hiii~ it’s currently like 3 am and I just finished reading Too Fast Too Bad. And I have to say. I’m literally stunned. Because it’s a piece of art. Like the way that you wrote about the cars like you know exactly what ur talking abt is so impressive. I’m gonna be honest street racing aus just get me. But this one was so special. It was I think the first fic that I’ve wanted to read for the first time again. I want to experience the ups and the downs of this story again and again. Because GOD!! Jake was so well written, he was the perfect mixture of cocky and sweet. And I loved how I could tell some of the scenes were from the movie. I lowk didn’t know anything abt the cars but the way u talked abt it just made it SOUND hot. Like ur actually a gifted writer. I started following u because of that. And I loved how the reader had to question their morals. The chemistry between her and Jake was so well done. It didn’t seem rushed or forced. It was natural and sweet. Also I just have to add- you have a serious talent. Like the way u wrote the makeout scenes??? It had me going… 🤭🤭. Like they were so well written and I could actually feel like i was there (my knees were in fact going weak). Ok I’m pretty sure ur getting bored by my rambling by now- cuz I’ve never written an ask this long. But I srsly loved ur work. Could u pls recommend me more of your works or your favorites?

but no I loved ur writing. Mwah mwah mwah. 💋💋💋 Thank you for putting your hard work into this!!

Ps: I’m gonna shamelessly ask can we be mooties? >.<

OMGG thank youu so much babe 🥹🤍 you're so kind, really. I loveee interacting with people, so you can always send long asks like this one <3.

Tbh I was kind of nervous with this fic bc it was the first time writing such a specific plot and I was worried bc it was getting too long lmaoooo but I'm glad you guys liked it. I'm always open to good feedback and tips on what to improve, especially bc it's been like 3/4 years since I wrote a full fic and I just got back on writing bc of enha, so I'm happy I can improve and make better works for you guys.

About my fics, I have my masterlist and you can check out all my works, but personally, I'd like to recommend my Jungwon fic since it was the first full fic I wrote before too fast and too bad, and by looking at your profile I presume you're gonna like it heheh 🤍

And yessss we can be mooties. Thank you so much for this sweet ask, I really appreciate it 🤍🤍

[potatoesandsunshine]

hi anna now i dont have a New fic ask game for u but what i CAN do is send u more from that one from like last week. 6, 12, 15, 25, 34? :)

thank u abby <3 it made me really happy to do these :) 

6. Vaguely spoil one of your fics without telling us which one it is

depressed woman decides to invent a new, sexier form of self-destruction, only to stumble into one of the oldest forms of self-destruction there is

12. What fandom do you want to write for more often?

literally any of them the writing output has not been good more video games!! i wanna write dragon age stuff i have a BUNCH of dragon age ideas and we’re at the point where i am able to overcome the Fear Of People Wanting Me To Be Lore Compliant. i’ve discovered ‘fuck it who cares’ in a real way. older games too - it was so fun writing about oblivion when i did my last playthrough, and i’ve got a skyrim idea that’s been on the backburner for about ten years so it should almost be time to write it. but also i just need to branch out from critical role; i like it so much but i get really stuck in a rut with it these days. if i had the brain space to get into a new tv show i’d even take something with that - my best friend had been trying to get me into true blood for a couple years now so maybe there’s potential in that direction. i’ve been kicking around a silly percy jackson idea after the tv series came out? i kinda just feel like tv is the way forward

15. What fic of yours would you most like to rewrite?

the one that is by far my most popular fic, revolutions in new orbit. i’m glad it makes people happy. i got a comment on it really recently from someone who still loves it! unfortunately i think it suffers from ‘wrote it in a rush four years ago’ syndrome and it is RIDDLED with things that bug me. i hate the pacing. i think the word choice is clumsy. parts that are supposed to have tension feel flat to me. there are so many FUCKING commas

25. Which fic do you think is your saddest?

probably chili, quiche, casserole, a taz amnesty fic from truly forever ago. it’s another that i see as sort of clumsy writing, but it’s literally all about sympathy meals and draws extremely heavily from my own experience with trying to support people in grief. it’s a much more real-life based fic than the couple of ‘oh this character died here’s my farewell to them’ oneshots i’ve written, and i really needed it at the time.

34. What title do you want to use, but can't figure out a story to fit?

you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff (yes from addicted to love :P i love that song sm. can we talk about the florence and the machine cover yet)

no amount of coffee, no amount of crying (from gotta have you by the weepies. can we talk about the samia cover yet)

not everyone’s got a sleeve where they can wear their heart (from riding into the sunset in a busted car by free cake for every creature)

the madness on young lovers’ lips (fast like a match) (from fast like a match by river whyless)

yes we get naked but not naked enough (from every body by thao)

as you know i love songs i love lyrics and a lot of times i hear something and think ‘that’s a title’

[zorkaya-moved]

"why do you look like you're hurting? you seem a bit lonely from how you talk to others." (aether)

@pcrdiseseekers

Because I have nothing left besides my ambition and my goal.

Aether's voice makes many want to speak to him. The softness yet strength behind it makes him fit for the role of the main hero for this role akin to a play in the Aurora Borealis. They might all play their roles under Celestia's orders, but who knows? As of now, what she is doing is what she thinks her freedom is to choose from. If her brother was here, he would've made things better, but is he even still alive? Her hope continues to hold onto the thinnest thread, ready to snap at any moment yet tenacious nature remains strong holding onto that hope. Isn't it human to hang onto the last thread?

Zarina feels the void once again open within her chest. The black hole that sucks out all of the faux summery joy, bringing out the hiemal melancholy. It shudders, it roars, it cries. The blindness towards the future past her goal is something she's accepted long ago, the moment she awakened in Liyue Harbor, still alive despite remembering the pain she suffered. A miraculous survival was a curse, but a blessing too: fate to bring the world upside down, showcase human nature's power. The lonely, isolated road she walked on her own without any regret. There is nothing to be desired more than to know that she had kept her promise to the light of her light no more present in this world. Aleksey's joyful smile echoes in her mind as she settles down the notebook she's been using for merchant purchases before. The night sky is filled with stars, their presence outside to drink and eat at this hour is quite relaxing. The alcohol is buzzing in her veins as she leans back against the back of her chair, her hand remaining on the table holding a mug while the other rests on her lap.

" When you've lost everything, it is hard to look at others without reminiscing about what you couldn't protect, " honesty is not what should be expected but it still comes out through her lips. The bitterness and the pain reflect in the golden gaze, clouded by the tragic memories that couldn't be erased. Many would've suffocated on them, many would've gone insane, many would've cried rivers rivaling those in Liyue. The mind of the one who's lost everything and has chosen to walk this lonely path has never been one that would allow itself to show hurt. Not until it's needed for her goal. Right now, it's unwanted, she closes off right away after speaking by closing her eyes and sighing out. The warmth of Aether, the Traveler, doesn't reach her heart. It never will. No one here can understand her, no one here will make anything better. She has a goal and there is nothing that will stop her from reaching it. " Perhaps, I am afraid of losing everything again. Perhaps, I don't know what will happen. Perhaps, I have little to no time left to create any meaningful relationship. " It's the wine talking, she knows. After a couple of drink, her honesty and straightforwardness burn her throat and makes the air in her lungs freeze over. Less than ten years now, right? Such a little amount of time until the end.

Because I choose to trust no one. Because I choose to not be close to anyone. Because I know I won't be able to handle losing another bond. Because my humanity is already at its wit's end.

Sokolova opens her eyes only to glance at the Traveler with a mysterious smile, blocking any and all emotions from showing in her eyes or smile or face. He will not help her. No one will. The only person she can ever rely on is herself because betrayal followed her each step. She's got nothing but herself to push forward. The end will justify all means now, there is no going back. This path of isolation and loneliness she's chosen herself, crushing dreams under her boot. There is no end for the villain, but she doesn't long for it. The only thing that'll remain important is the Age of Men, the change in the current she'll create on her own.

" Do I really look that sad? Must be wine talkin'. You don't need to concern yourself. I'm an adult. I'll handle it on my own. " Another wall is built, another push is made, another step away has been concluded. Despite the friendliness she exudes, the company she's the center of isolates her on its own. It's no matter. In the end, nothing will matter. " Go enjoy drinks with your friends. They must be missing you. "