#was it to be festive? was it to challenge me?

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ jake pulls you into a kissing booth

would you kiss me? | sim jaehyun x male!reader

pairing: jake x male!reader genre: fluff words: 1.8k notes: my first jake fic! honestly wanted to write about him for a long time because he's one of the first guys i saw from enha ... he just has that hot popular kid vibe ... i HAD to make this ... AAAAA ALSO SHOUOUT TO @kaiyunsim! THIS ONE'S FOR YA BRUH

Your days at school began like any other student's. Each day was a repetitive cycle of subjects you had to endure until the semester ended. You had memorized these lessons long ago, yet still found yourself sitting in class, trying to absorb the material. It was exhausting, but deep down, you loved the thrill of academics. School was a place of peace for you, a welcome escape from home, which felt far away. It was a place you cherished, filled with the laughter of friends and the buzz of youthful dreams.

However, if you could choose to be anywhere else, it certainly wouldn't be your school, especially not during the school's founding celebration fair. To make matters worse, your friend had signed you up to help out at your class's assigned booth — the kissing booth.

You rested your head against your hand, manning the busy booth with an aloof gaze. It wasn't that you disliked helping; it was just that you hadn’t volunteered for this. You watched the chaos unfold around you, the energy of the fair buzzing like a live wire. Everywhere you looked, students were laughing, playing games, and enjoying the festivities. But here you were, stationed at the kissing booth, a reluctant participant in this social spectacle.

"Thanks again for helping out!" a classmate chimed in, trying to lift your spirits. His bright smile was infectious, but you only managed a half-hearted nod.

"Ugh... it’s not like I had a choice. Joey signed me up before I could protest," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Joey did? She's a riot!" your classmate laughed nervously, glancing at you. Your glare silenced him. "Oh! I mean... she's just so... um, enthusiastic, right?"

"It’s for fun!" Joey interjected, crashing into the conversation, her energy palpable. The other student bolted away as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Aren't you allowed to have fun, Mr. President?" Joey turned her gaze to you as she held her hands onto your shoulders.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Making friends in high school was challenging enough, but when people clung to you like they were your lifeline, things got complicated. Joey had always stuck to you like glue. As you grew to tolerate her presence, she introduced you to 'normal high school things'—experiences you had only read about in books or seen in movies. You felt like you could only refuse her so many times before she'd throw a tantrum.

"Again, it's ACTING president. I've only been called that since the new semester started, okay?" you corrected her, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice.

"Yeah, right. You'll definitely win again if you ever run. It’s your calling!" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That’s why I can't be here," you said, standing up, feeling the weight of tiredness settling on your shoulders.

Joey grabbed your arm, pulling you back down. You knew this would happen, but it never hurt to try and escape, right?

"Hey! Not again!" she sighed, exasperated. "You've only been here for two hours! I promised you food, right? Just help out at the booth."

You shot her a glare but couldn't keep the corners of your mouth from twitching upward. "Fine, but I can’t promise I won’t try to escape again. It’s exhausting watching people come in and out of this booth."

Joey looked where you pointed, a smirk growing on her face. "Why? Curious about what happens there?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but she only saw the red flush creeping across your cheeks.

"What?" she defended, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ding ding ding?"

"No one’s interested!" you exclaimed, covering your face in embarrassment. Joey just laughed, the sound ringing like music in the chaos around you.

"Sure! It isn’t a big deal. Not at all~" she sang, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of warmth at her playful attitude.

As you chatted with Joey, a commotion erupted nearby, followed by a wave of cheers.

"Aahh! It's the soccer team!"

"The boys! The boys!"

The crowd erupted as the campus soccer team made their entrance, radiating an undeniable charm. With their impressive recent state champion title win for the nth time, and their unrealistic and striking looks, they were the stars of the event. You could see the excitement in the air, students gushing over their favorite players, the thrill of being close to someone so admired.

One of them, clearly the leader, locked eyes with you and bit his lip. "Hey~" he called out, confidence radiating like a warm sun on a cold day, having brushed his hair back, a gesture that seemed to send the crowd into a frenzy.

You blinked, looking to your side. "Uh... who are you talking to?" You felt your heart race, unsure if he was really addressing you. "Me?"

The guy grinned, stepping closer, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. "Oh definitely. You're really adorable up close, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, convinced this must be one of those pranks online. But he didn’t back down; instead, he moved closer to your ticket table, his presence both thrilling and intimidating.

"Ahem ... To purchase a ticket for the booth, please ensure you have your partner with you. All pairs come first," you stated, reading the fine print from the paper in your hands, trying to maintain your composure.

"Good then." He flashed you his ID. "Jake Sim."

"Jake Sim," you repeated, scribbling his name down. "Who would you be taking to the kissing booth?"

You looked behind him as his members stood still. "One of them?" You snickered.

"Kissing booth?" Jake's eyes widened in surprise, who seemingly haven't heard you talk for that second. "This isn't just a regular dating booth?"

You sighed, feeling an exasperated laugh bubble up. Of course, it isn't. The dating booth idea was scrapped due to budget constraints, leaving this more intimate alternative. There wasn't anything you can do at that point, even though you were the council's ACTING president.

"Yes."

"Shoot..." Jake checked his breath, a sudden look of concern washing over his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden panic.

You laughed lightly. "Mint?"

He shot you a look, as if to say don’t look at me right now.

"Huh? I'm good!" he declared, spraying some fresh mist into his mouth. "See? Nothing happened." he smirked, spreading his arms wide, clearly trying to charm you.

"I still can't give you a ticket," you replied firmly, crossing your arms.

"Why?" he pressed, a playful challenge in his eyes.

"You have no partner—"

"I can take you with me, can't I?" he cut in, blunt and straightforward, his eagerness palpable.

It felt as if time had frozen. He looked at you with eager anticipation, and you could only respond with confusion, your heart fluttering unexpectedly.

"Me?" you stammered, flustered. "You can't possibly think of me as—"

Suddenly, you heard a whirlwind of chaos behind you, like a storm brewing in your booth.

"Two dollars, and he's yours!" Joey shouted, tossing you toward Jake with a mischievous grin.

"That's more like it!" Jake said, handing over the bills to Joey and waving goodbye as he led you toward the booth.

"Thank you for the donation!" Joey called after you, her voice fading as you felt your heart racing faster than ever.

"Two dollars?!" you exclaimed, shooting a death glare at Joey, who simply smiled and waved goodbye, leaving you feeling wronged yet slightly amused.

"Trust me! You’re worth more than that!" she whispered dramatically, retreating into the crowd.

You felt your blood boil at the suddenness of it all, yet something else stopped you in your tracks. It was as if time had paused again, leaving only the two of you in this moment filled with tension and unspoken words.

"This is ridiculous," you mumbled, avoiding Jake's gaze. Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, and you wiped them away with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up.

Jake laughed, drawing closer, his presence overwhelming and oddly comforting.

"What?" You looked at him.

"I'm just trying to understand why you don’t want me kissing you," he said with that playful grin that made your heart skip a beat. "I mean, everybody wants a piece of me."

So bold?! You rolled your eyes at his audacity. "What an airhead you are..."

Airhead? I thought people liked confident guys. Jake pondered, trying to maintain his charming facade.

"Heh. Am I an airhead?" he scoffed, a playful smirk on his face. "Isn’t it just because I know what I like?"

"Ugh." You mimicked your friend's signature sassy move. "Do NOT tell me that."

Am I already screwing this up? Jake’s mind raced, unable to keep up with his facade crumbling under the pressure.

"Can’t we just enjoy this moment between us, babe?" Jake said, leaning in and pressing his hands beside your head. Your eyes widened in shock, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest.

That's it, look flustered… please? Jake thought desperately, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his bravado.

You stared at him, disbelief washing over you. He was already making a move with something as cringeworthy as this? And calling you by such a boring pet name? You couldn't even imagine the other ridiculous things he might do. Maybe he would—

KISS YOU?! In a blink, his lips met yours, soft as a cloud brushing against your skin.

In that instant, something snapped within you. You tried to push him away, but he only deepened the kiss, and you felt something strange sliding between your mouths.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away.

"What—"

"A tongue?!" you gasped, staring at him, bewildered. Jake chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What? I’m not doing anything," he smirked, knowing full well what he was doing.

"You snuck that devilish tip of your tongue into my mouth!" you accused, covering your face as heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your senses.

"Oh come on, you liked it," Jake teased, his confidence unwavering.

Did you? He wondered, feeling a mix of hope and doubt.

"That’s it! You had your time!" you declared, storming away, embarrassed and flustered. "Enjoy, then get lost!"

As you walked away, you shot one last glance over your shoulder, throwing out something Jake never thought he’d hear directed at him.

"Weirdo..." you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief, a mixture of confusion and exhilaration swirling inside you.

Jake stood there, feeling like a lost puppy searching for its owner. The thrill of the kiss lingered on his lips, but the sting of embarrassment washed over him.

Somewhere on campus, you could almost hear his loud screams of agony.

His friends rushed over, concern etched on their faces. "Hey, Jake!" a couple of teammates called, finding their captain lying on the ground, kicking his feet in shame.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jake screamed again, all his efforts feeling wasted, his face buried in his hands as if he could hide from the world.

"Oh my god, he’s breaking down..." Joey remarked, stepping into the booth. She quickly closed the curtains, glancing at the curious onlookers, knowing too well the rumors that would fly around.

"Shh! People will get the wrong idea about our booth! This is NOT a screamo booth; the main stage is down by the garden pavilion."

Jake grabbed one of his larger teammates, his eyes wide with despair. "He looked at me like I was DIRTY!!!" he cried, trying to wipe away his tears, but failing miserably.

"Are you ... crying?!" Joey exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yes, I’m crying!" Jake declared, wiping his face in a panic, his emotions spilling over.

"Captain, your image—"

"Who cares!" Jake slumped back down, defeated. "He probably thinks I’m a loser at this point... What gives?"

A heavy silence blanketed the booth, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

"It’s not like it’s the last chance you’ll ever get, you know cap?" one teammate said, trying to console him, though the words felt hollow in the air.

"But..." Jake murmured, his confidence wavering.

Another teammate stood up, raising his fist in determination. "You’re Jake Sim, our all-powerful soccer team captain! You can do anything!"

Jake slowly lifted his gaze, intrigued by their words, the fire within him beginning to reignite.

"And you can make up for it!" his teammates urged. "Then you’ll get that chance!"

He considered his situation. If he could somehow make up for what he did with you, it would earn him some serious brownie points, right? Maybe then he'd finally get the chance to ask you out.

"Okay!" Jake declared, standing tall and raising his fist triumphantly. "I’ll try better this time!"

"That’s the spirit, Captain Jake!" his teammates cheered, ending with a loud burst of laughter, their camaraderie lifting his spirits.

"Ugh... you guys are hopeless." Joey facepalmed, shaking her head in disbelief as she tried to suppress a smile. "Whatever... that’s not my business..."

As the fair continued around them, Jake felt a newfound determination swell within him. He couldn't let this moment define him; he had to make things right. With a deep breath, he plotted his next move, ready to win you over, one awkward attempt at a time.

I really wanted to make Jake someone who tries too hard to get someone's attention, only making himself a pitiful sack of potatoes by the end of the ordeal. DONT WORRY he should be able to get the guy right ...right?!

hope you guys enjoyed it! please like, comment, or reblog~

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[mulloey]

FEBRUARY FESTIVAL

having never participated in an event before (mostly because i’m a slow writer) i decided to challenge myself and do a february smut event.

below are the fics you can expect during the month. my regular taglist applies, but if you want to be tagged specifically in these, let me know ;)

i’m not putting specific dates yet, but they will all be released over the course of february !

DAY 1 : threesome - seonghwa x hongjoong x reader

DAY 2 : pet play - mingi x yunho x reader

DAY 3 : bdsm - johnny x reader

DAY 4 : exhibitionism - hongjoong x yeosang x reader ft. jongho

DAY 5 : virginity loss - bang chan

DAY 6 : breeding - minho x jisung x reader

DAY 7 : power play - seungcheol x reader

and…

GRAND FINALE : bdsm club - ateez x reader

see you soon !

[keozrb]

Fast Forward

Tim enters college full of excitement for swimming meets and parties, but after making a whimsical wish upon a shooting star, he wakes to find himself months later, heavier and struggling with his fitness. Each time he sleeps, time seems to leap forward, leading to a series of unexpected changes throughout his college years. By sophomore year, he transforms from a swimmer to a football player, enjoying new friendships and challenges. However, an injury during junior year sidelines him, prompting a shift toward fraternity life and weightlifting. As graduation approaches, Tim reflects on his journey, embracing the changes in his body and finding strength in his experiences. Ultimately, he graduates with pride, ready for the future, grateful for the growth and lessons learned during his college adventure.

Tim stood in his new dorm room, excitement bubbling within him as he surveyed the space that would be his home for the next few years.

He was eager for the swimming meets, the parties, and all the adventures college promised. Yet, a part of him wished he could fast forward through it all.

That night, he noticed a shooting star through his window and, with a whimsical notion, made a wish.

Tim awoke with a start, his head throbbing from last night's festivities. He glanced at the date on his phone, disbelief setting in.

Winter had arrived, yet he felt as though he had just closed his eyes. A glance in the mirror revealed a small belly poking out from beneath his shirt.

"What happened to me?" he murmured, tugging at his underwear that now fit too snugly. Swim practice awaited, but his speedo felt like a wrestling match to put on.

After struggling through swim practice, Tim pondered over his predicament. Every time he slept, it seemed days, weeks, or even months would vanish.

He resolved to make the most of each waking moment, hoping normalcy would return.

The next morning, he found himself at the end of freshman year, with more weight gained and a fuller face in the mirror. Despite the changes, he was determined to regain his fitness.

Tim's sophomore year began with a surprise. His physique had transformed over the summer, muscles rippling beneath his skin.

No longer on the swim team, he was now part of the college football team, thriving in a new sport. "Guess I found my calling," he chuckled, enjoying the camaraderie and challenge.

The coach, impressed yet ambitious, encouraged him to continue bulking up.

As Tim entered his junior year, he was no longer on the football team due to an injury. He embraced fraternity life, his body now bearing the marks of past athleticism and present indulgence.

"Just one more year," he often reminded himself, glimpsing his reflection—now a full beard and a comfortable belly—his past like a distant memory.

Tim stood among his peers, his heart swelling with pride as he graduated. His journey through college had been anything but ordinary.

Though his body had changed, he had embraced weightlifting and found strength he never knew he had.

"I'm ready for whatever life throws at me next," he declared, the prospect of the future bright and inviting.

The wish had ended, but Tim was content, prepared to step into the next chapter of his life, forever changed yet profoundly grateful.

[fafnir19]

Bound by Blood and Magic

The Revelation

The wedding festivities were in full swing, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Julia, radiant in her wedding gown, felt a momentary twinge of unease as she glanced at her brother-in-law, Liam.

"Do you think Liam was enchanted by Cathrine?" Mario's voice, filled with concern, interrupted her thoughts. Julia turned to him, her expression serious. "Such a drastic change... it's hard to believe it could happen without his consent. I can't imagine Cathrine trying twice." She shook her head, her skepticism evident. As if on cue, a familiar figure caught her attention. Dorian, the witch master of Cathrine's coven and her former associate, stood amidst the crowd, his charismatic presence drawing eyes.

He stood with an air of effortless charisma, his athletic build accentuated by the tailored lines of his tailcoat. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft light of the room, emphasizing the sharp contours of his shoulders and the tapering of his waist. Beneath the coat, his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of toned chest and the graceful curve of his neck. The stand-up collar framed his angular jawline, drawing attention to his chiseled features and the light stubble that added a rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. The collar's crispness contrasted with the relaxed openness of his shirt, blending sophistication with a touch of rebelliousness. His hair, a tousled mix of dark blonde and light brown, fell stylishly over his forehead, framing his grey-blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. Dorian's confident posture and the slight smirk playing on his lips suggested a man who was both in control and ready to defy expectations. With every glance, he commanded attention, his outfit a perfect reflection of his charismatic and slightly dangerous allure.

Julia's heart skipped a beat, and she knew she had to act. She excused herself from Mario's side and approached Dorian, her smile a mask of friendliness.

"Dorian, what a surprise," she said, her voice laced with feigned warmth. "I thought we had an agreement." Dorian's grin was mischievous, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, we did, my dear Julia. You provided me with Liam, the breeding stud. But to replace you in the coven, I need more than just a breeding stud." Julia's stomach clenched. She had hoped to leave her magical past in the witch coven behind, but Dorian's demand threatened to unravel her carefully laid plans. "Liam is more than capable of fulfilling the coven's needs," she protested, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "Is that so?" Dorian's tone was light, but his eyes held a challenge. "Shall I show Mario what really happened with Liam?" Julia's breath caught in her throat. Dorian's eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, a magical mist appeared, revealing a scene from the past:

The nerdy physicist Liam, engrossed in his studies, sat at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard with the focused intensity of a young academic. But his concentration was abruptly shattered. A sudden force, unseen and magical, yanked him from his chair, sending him crashing to the floor. He struggled, his eyes wide with shock, as invisible bonds held him fast, pinning him within a glowing circle that materialized beneath him.

Into this moment of bewilderment and fear stepped Julia, her movements purposeful, her expression determined. With deft fingers, she unzipped Liam's fly, freeing his cock, and began to stroke him, her touch firm and insistent. Liam's protests, his pleas to stop, fell on deaf ears. As his body betrayed him under her skilled touch, his cock hardened, standing tall and proud, a testament to her arousing technique. With a fluid motion, Julia straddled him, her eyes never leaving his, and slowly lowered herself onto his rigid length. Liam's scream of protest was raw, unfiltered, echoing the shock and disbelief coursing through him. He had never imagined becoming a victim in such a scenario, his seed robbed from him in the most primal way. Julia rode him with a fierce determination, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both seductive and commanding. She was breaking him in, like a wild horse, her body moving with a grace that belied the ferocity of her intent. Liam's protests turned to moans, his voice a mix of pleasure and frustration as she teased him, edging him closer and closer to the brink of release. "Enjoy your desperate panting, your pretty little moans," she whispered, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Forget your academics. Don't you want to become a virile stud, thinking only of breeding and wealth?" Liam's scream of "No!" was a desperate attempt to hold onto his identity, to resist the forces in play. But Julia's relentless rhythm, her expert touch, pushed him further into the abyss of desire. His muscles tensing and relaxing in time with her movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Liam's screams and pleas filled the air, his resistance crumbling under Julia's skilled touch. "I can't bear it anymore... please, let me cum..." Julia's voice turned seductive, her words a promise of release. "Don't you want to become a virile stud for me? Just say yes, and I'll let you cum." Liam's desperate agreement was a whisper in the air. "Yes... yes, I'll do anything!" Liam begged, his voice hoarse from the strain, "just let me... let me cum!" Julia chuckled, a sound filled with dark amusement, and slid off his throbbing cock. " As you wish, jerk off and make a show of it for me. I want to watch, to savor your desperate surrender. Show me how much you need it." Liam's hand moved of its own accord, grasping his shaft and stroking it with a feverish rhythm. His body was on fire, the transformation taking hold as he stroked himself, his muscles growing, sculpting themselves into a masterpiece of masculine perfection.

His voice, now deeper, rasped out, "I'm… so close..." as his abs tightened into a perfect six-pack, his pecs swelling with newfound strength. The room was filled with the sounds of his desperate panting, his moans of pleasure and need. His cock, hard as steel, glistened with pre-cum, and his balls drew up tight against his body, a testament to the potency of his magically improved seed. With a final, desperate stroke, he came, his cry of release echoing through the room. He dipped his finger into the pool of his cum, bringing it to his lips, licking it seductively, his eyes never leaving Julia's. As he savored his own essence, his transformation was complete. His body, now a testament to virility and power, radiated confidence and charm. Liam had become the very image of a womanizer with boyish charm. The mist dissipated, leaving behind a charged silence, a testament to the secrets it had revealed.

Julia knew Dorian held the power to destroy her carefully constructed life. "Please, don't show this to Mario. I've done what you asked. Let me be free of the coven," she pleaded, her voice cracking. Dorian's expression softened, but his eyes remained cold. "I knew you'd understand. And I have no intention of revealing your secret to your beloved. But there is a condition to my silence." Julia's heart sank. "What is it?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "To fully replace you, I need more than just Liam's virility. I need your magic. All of it." Julia was speechless. "My magic? But I thought—" "Oh, come now, Julia," Dorian interrupted, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "You didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you? After all, you were quite the rebel in our youth. Leaving the coven without a proper replacement is a grave offense." Julia's breath caught in her throat. "That was never part of our agreement! You can't ask for my magic now." Dorian's eyes glinted with amusement, he had Julia right where he wanted her, and he relished the power he held over her. "Can't I? Or perhaps I should show Mario the truth about Liam's transformation." Julia's mind raced. She had planned to leave her magical life behind, but this was a sacrifice she hadn't anticipated. She couldn't bear the thought of Mario discovering her secret, nor did she want to give Dorian such power. Yet, she saw no other way. "Very well," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll give you my magic, but spare Mario the truth." Dorian's smile was triumphant. "I knew you'd see reason. Your magic will serve the coven well."

Julia closed her eyes, summoning her power. A shining sphere of energy formed in her hands, a physical manifestation of her magic. With a deep breath, she released it, and the sphere flew towards Dorian, who opened his arms to receive it.

The power surged into him, and for a moment, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. "It's done," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Dorian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Indeed it is. And now, my dear, you are free to live your mortal life." Julia's eyes snapped open, and she glared at Dorian, her anger barely contained. "Don't you dare threaten me or Mario again. Our agreement is done." Dorian's grin was wolfish. "Oh, but our paths will cross again, Julia. Mark my words. And when they do, I'll be ready to collect what's rightfully mine." Julia watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of relief and regret. As Dorian passed Liam, he whispered, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Julia happily agreed to sacrifice her magic. Quite the gesture, isn't it?" Liam, now a handsome, confident man, smiled broadly. "Perfect! I can't wait to see what this new power can do. I'll see you tomorrow, Dorian. We'll finish our plan then."

Julia stood frozen, watching as Dorian disappeared into the crowd. Her mind reeled, the weight of her decision settling upon her. She had freed herself from the coven, but at what cost?

The morning sun bathed the luxurious bio-inspired house in a warm glow, its unique architecture a stark contrast to the surrounding Victorian homes.

Liam, his heart pounding with anticipation, approached the grand entrance, eager to unlock the secrets of sorcery. He had always been fascinated by the magical arts, and now, with Julia's power within his grasp, he was about to embark on a new chapter of his life. He had been eager to meet Dorian, the charismatic sorcerer who had promised to bestow upon him Julia's magic, elevating him to the ranks of a sorcerer. Liam was greeted by Dorian himself, who exuded an air of relaxed charm. "Welcome, Liam," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I trust you're ready for the ritual?"

Liam's excitement bubbled over. "Absolutely! I can't wait to become a sorcerer and harness the power that Julia once possessed." Dorian's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Then follow me, my friend.“ Stepping inside, Liam couldn't help but admire the unique architecture, where wooden floors seamlessly blended with the surrounding nature. The house felt like a tropical paradise, a far cry from the typical northern climate. They made their way through the house, the interior a seamless blend of modern design and natural elements. The further they ventured, the more the environment seemed to shift, as if they were stepping into a different realm. Finally, they arrived at a room that took Liam's breath away. It was a sanctuary of light and nature, with walls that seemed to dissolve into the surrounding greenery. The space was a testament to Dorian's unique taste. "This is where the ritual will take place," Dorian explained, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious room.

"So, what's the plan, Dorian? How do I receive Julia's magic?" Liam's voice laced with eagerness, his eyes sparkling with ambition. Dorian's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "It's quite simple, really. I've already absorbed Julia's magic into my body. All I need to do is feed it to you, like a mother nursing her newborn." Liam's curiosity piqued, and a hint of skepticism crept into his expression. "Feed it to me? How exactly does that work?" Dorian's laughter filled the room, rich and full. "Undress, my boy," Dorian demanded. "For the ritual to work, you must be as a newborn, innocent and pure." Liam, proud of his transformed physique, shed his clothes without hesitation. His toned body, a testament to Julia's enchantment, gleamed in the natural light.

"Excellent, Liam. Now, come closer," Dorian instructed, his voice taking on a gentle tone. Liam obeyed, his bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor.

He approached Dorian, who had already opened his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Dorian beckoned Liam closer. "Suck on my nipple, and the magic will flow into you." Liam's breath quickened as he leaned forward, his lips parting slightly. He hesitated for a moment, questioning his decision, but the desire for power overwhelmed his doubts. He lowered himself, his lips seeking out Dorian's nipple, and began to suckle.

A warm, sweet substance flowed into Liam's mouth, unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was like drinking liquid magic, and with each swallow, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. His body trembled, and his vision blurred as the magic took hold. Dorian's hands gently caressed Liam's head, guiding him, encouraging him to drink more.  "Good, Liam," Dorian whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Let the magic flow through you. Feel it coursing through your veins, awakening your true potential." Liam's eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the sensation. The magic seemed to be seeping into every fiber of his being. He drank eagerly, his body trembling as the magic infused him. The room seemed to spin, and he felt a pleasant dizziness wash over him. Dorian's eyes closed, his face contorting in ecstasy as he released the magic into Liam's willing mouth. The room seemed to shimmer with the power exchange, and Liam felt his body grow light and his mind drifting into a trance-like state. As Liam suckled, Dorian's hands moved to his own body, unfastening his pants. Liam, lost in the euphoria of the magic, barely noticed as Dorian's clothes fell away. The sorcerer's body was a work of art, sculpted by years of magic and power. Dorian's hands guided Liam down, pushing him towards his feet, and before Liam knew it, he was on his knees, his face buried in Dorian's ass. "Lick," Dorian whispered, his voice now a soft command. Liam, in his trance-like state, obeyed without question. His tongue darting out to taste the sorcerer's buttocks, exploring the crevices, and finally, the tight rosebud of his anus. Despite being straight, Liam felt no resistance, no inner conflict. He was a vessel, a tool, and the magic coursing through him silenced any doubts. Liam licked and tasted, his actions becoming more intimate, driven by a force beyond his conscious control. The sight of Liam, acting like a gay boy, brought Dorian immense satisfaction. Dorian leaned back, his free hand stroking his length as he switched on a large TV screen, displaying a porn movie. He watched with detached amusement as Liam continued to service him, his tongue working diligently. Dorian's breath quickened, his body responding to the dual stimulation. "Yes, my boy," he praised, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You are learning your place. My collection of toys is incomplete without you." Liam, his mind foggy, struggled to process the words. Was he not meant to become a sorcerer? Why was he being treated as a mere plaything?

The sorcerer's focus shifted to the screen, his attention solely on his own pleasure, while Liam's once-brilliant mind was reduced to a mere vessel for Dorian's desires. As Dorian's pleasure peaked, he released his load, shooting it into Liam's hair. The sensation of Dorian's climax jolted Liam from his trance. Dorian's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips, "Excellent, my pet. You have pleased me, and now you shall learn the truth," Dorian's voice took on a cruel edge. "Bestowing you with Julia's magic is but a means to an end. This here was just the beginning of your training, and I shall mold you into the perfect sorcerer—my sorcerer." His senses returning, Liam realized with horror what had transpired. He had been reduced to a mere sex toy, a far cry from the powerful sorcerer he envisioned himself to be. "Wait," Liam's voice cracked as he spoke, his throat dry from his exertions. "What do you mean, 'my sorcerer'? I thought I was to become a powerful witch master in my own right, not... not this." His eyes pleaded with Dorian, seeking understanding.

Dorian's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Liam's spine. "Oh, Liam, you are so naive. You will be a witch master and your witches will bow to your will, but you will bow to me. You will be my faithful servant, in all aspects of your life." Liam's heart sank as the truth hit him. He had been manipulated, his ambitions twisted to serve Dorian's desires. The realization left him speechless, his eyes wide with shock and his mind struggling to process the betrayal. Dorian, sensing Liam's resistance, used his cum in Liam’s hair as hair gel, slicking back Liam's hair into a slimy, submissive yet strangely appealing style. Then, with a cruel smile and deliberate slowness, he dressed Liam in tight silk pants and a hip-length jacket, leaving his chest bare - the outfit fitting for a young, modern sorcerer.

"Do not worry, my pet. Perhaps one day, you will embrace your new role," Dorian whispered, his breath hot against Liam's ear. "And when that day comes, you will thank me for it."

As Dorian dressed him, Liam felt a strange excitement stirring within. The duality of his existence—a powerful witch master to his coven and a servant to Dorian—began to awaken something deep within his psyche. He imagined himself as a dominant force, ruling his witches with an iron fist, while simultaneously submitting to Dorian's every whim. The thought sent a shiver of arousal through him, and he felt his manhood stir beneath the silk pants. The magic had transformed his body, but it was his own mind, his own desires, that were awakening. Liam's acceptance of his new reality was not a surrender but a choice, a decision to embrace the power he had always craved, even if it meant submitting to Dorian's control. Liam sank to his knees, his eyes locked with Dorian's, and a smirk played on his lips. "Master, I'm ready to serve," Liam whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His words were not a plea but a statement of intent, a declaration of his willingness to embrace his new role. Those words, spoken with a newfound vigour, caused him a full blown boner.

Dorian's smirk widened as he noticed Liam's visible erection. "Oh, you're already embracing your role, aren't you? I see the hunger in your eyes, the need to submit." Liam's face flushed, but he couldn't deny the truth. The sorcerer realized that Liam's submission was not solely due to his magic; it was an inherent part of his nature. Liam's recklessness and spinelessness had always been there, and now they found their perfect outlet in adoring a powerful man like Dorian. Dorian's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come, my sorcerer, and show me your devotion." Liam eagerly moved closer, his lips finding Dorian's fingers. He sucked on them, his tongue swirling around them, his eyes never leaving Dorian's.

Dorian's plan was working perfectly. He had shaped Liam into a pliant, eager servant, ready to be molded into the perfect witch master—a puppet in his grand scheme. And Liam, in his newfound power and servitude, would live out his ruthless nature, treating others with the same disregard he had once faced as a nerdy scientist.

[sofreddie]

Resigned 13

Summary: Y/N gets to experience her first Supernatural convention.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Jared, Others

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming, Minor Roleplay)

WC: 3,103

A/N: I'm so happy to see how far these characters have come and excited about the challenges they still get to face. I've never been to a convention, so I'm just going off what little I know, so bear with me on that. Feedback is appreciated. : )

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Part 12

Arriving at the convention was an experience all its own.

From the moment they neared the location, an exciting and electrifying energy filled the air. The convention was held in a large and beautiful hotel and convention hall facility, like the one where she worked. Upon seeing the building, Y/N waited for the flurry of bad memories, but instead, she found herself wistful about the job she once had and hopeful she might work something like it again. She had a knack for hotel management and really enjoyed it.

Since Jensen and Jared were being dropped at the front, doing fan service upon their arrival, Jensen arranged for security personnel to escort her through the back. She agreed, not ready to interact with strangers about her Alpha or her life with him. She also didn't want to interfere or ruin the convention energy, knowing how protective he could be and how important the conventions were to them.

Instead, she was escorted to her and Jensen's hotel suite. She busied herself with putting things away and setting up the room for their stay. While she wasn't attending any festivities from a fan's perspective, she could observe unseen from behind the scenes and still get the whole gamut of events and her Alpha in his element.

When Jensen entered the room, he couldn't help but grin. Y/N was swaying her hips to low-pitched music and humming, and her happy scent filled the room as she looked over her work.

"Someone's happy," Jensen teased, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

His scent enveloped her before his arms did, and she melted with a happy sigh into him.

"Ready for dinner?"

She turned in his arms and smiled nervously, "The Supernatural dinner with all the famous and sexy actors?" she teased.

Jensen chuckled, "We sometimes all get together for dinner on the first night. There are other significant others and mates, even some kids," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but you all know each other already."

"Some of them you met on set," he reassured, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to calm her nerves. Her stomach grumbled, and he laughed, kissing her hand before leading her to meet up for dinner. "We're like one big family. You'll love it, I promise."

Dinner was held in a private room in the back of an upscale hotel restaurant. She'd never dined somewhere so lovely and was more than surprised to see long tables and family-style service. It was loud, lively, and fun. He was right; it didn't take long for her to feel welcomed and at home. By the time dinner was over and they were saying their goodnights, she'd felt like one of the family.

As the weekend continued, her nervousness faded. The cast, the fans, the energy—everything had her head spinning in a good way. She was almost sad she had never attended a convention before. The energy was different when the convention was held at her former hotel. Providing the best service and keeping everything running smoothly felt more urgent. Now, she got to be someone who just enjoyed it, though she missed that former life the longer they were here.

She often found herself glancing at employees or studying maps and hallways, trying to guess who did what and what led where based on her former knowledge. It was a little game she played with herself, almost pretending she could still work and live that life. Regardless, she didn't let it detract from the truly memorable events around her.

Seeing the photo ops was interesting for her. People waited in long lines just to have several seconds with the guys. She laughed over the poses and props that fans brought, and her heart was warmed at some of the more emotional meetings. The panels and more intimate meets were just as fascinating as she learned more about the show, the fandom, and Jared and Jensen. These guys were more than just actors or pretty faces. To some, they were lifelines or connections to something bigger than themselves.

She understood that completely because she felt the same.

-

Jensen felt like he was on top of the world. In fact, he felt damn spoiled. He always enjoyed the conventions, mingling with fans, messing around with Jared and Misha and the others. It was always memorable, and he was excited to share it with Y/N. She took in everything with wide, sparkling eyes and a soft smile, her scent positive and light.

He had ulterior motives for Y/N outside of just enjoying the convention. He wanted the weekend to double as a date. They'd mated and dealt with much that came with it. But they hadn't taken any time to date and get to know each other, so he figured the convention weekend would be a good opportunity. And he hadn't been disappointed.

At Friday's dinner with the cast, she was initially shy. However, Jared and Gen easily introduced her to conversations and encouraged her to open up and talk more. Halfway through dinner, after having a few drinks, she was openly chatting with those around her, chiming in on conversations, and acting as though she belonged there. Jensen knew she did; she just needed the push. It was important to him that she realized she had friends and a whole network to lean on.

Someone mentioned how great the hotel was in accommodating them and the convention. That's when Y/N mentioned she worked in a similar hotel and how frenzied it was on the host and customer service side. The table listened in as she talked about the other side of things, the work, and the details involved in making everything go smoothly. Jensen was impressed, watching as she captivated the table and spoke confidently on a topic she truly understood and enjoyed. He finally felt like he was seeing the person she was, and he was falling all over again.

Saturday, he spent his time between convention events and sneaking little moments with Y/N. They would chat, snack, and enjoy each other's company, and he learned things about her that he didn't know before. She was quirky and a dork, which was great 'cause so was he. She was kind and well-spoken and managed to charm everyone around her even when she wasn't trying.

He also noticed her taking in details of the hotel and drifting off. He thought back to when they met—and her speech at dinner—and suddenly felt overwhelming guilt that she had lost everything because of him because she was his True Mate. He knew he'd talk about it with her later in the privacy of their suite.

Just the thought of being alone with her had him on edge and yearning. His rut had been gradually surfacing over the weekend. Though it had become more manageable since mating, he still wasn't quite back to a standard, predictable cycle. Neither was Y/N after the suppressants, but they were healing and getting to that point. He was confident that he could control his rut and not have feral issues like before.

Jensen was eager to have her to himself when they crashed into their hotel room late Saturday night. He was dragging - nearly carrying - her along with him while she giggled, the two of them far too drunk after the night's festivities.

Y/N had a lot of fun at the concert, letting herself go and openly swooning and practically catcalling Jensen while he performed. She might have been embarrassed, except she wasn't the only one doing such a thing. And she might have bristled at all the others giving her Alpha all that attention, but she was too focused on said man to really care about anything else.

They crashed and tumbled through the door, laughing and shushing each other at the late hour. They fell to the bed in tangled limbs, mouths fused in sloppy kisses. But a quick breath turned into both of them promptly passing out, still fully clothed, shoes on and feet hanging off the bed.

When Jensen woke the following day, his cell phone rang and buzzed like mad in his pocket, and a banging sounded in the distance. He wasn't sure if someone was actually banging or if his head was just throbbing from the hangover. Y/N was still out beside him, mouth wide and drooling, hair a mess. He smirked, brushing the mess of locks from her face and kissing her cheek. Groaning, he sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and lamenting the mild hangover.

It became apparent that the banging was actually knocking on the room door. He forced himself up and answered the door to find Jared upbeat and chipper. It grated his nerves, but when Jared hung up his phone and passed Jensen a fresh, strong coffee, all was forgiven.

"I'll be back in twenty," Jared smirked. "Get cleaned up, or we'll be late."

Jensen grumbled and nodded as he shut the door and got ready for the last day of the convention. He was bitter that he didn't get to have Y/N last night, and now, he wouldn't get to have her in the morning, either. There was always work to do. Taking a quick shower, he dressed and jotted a quick note to leave for Y/N. She didn't even stir as he kissed her cheek, only began to snore. Jensen laughed and calmed himself, knowing she was here, and after the contractual requirements, he could come back and satiate their needs without interruption.

-

By midday, Y/N stirred awake. She immediately recognized a hangover, clutching at her head with a groan. Her mouth was dry, and she felt rather gross. But then the memories of the night before flitted back to her mind, and she grinned. She had let loose, feeling comfortable enough to do so, and Jensen, too, relaxed. Together, they had a really fun night—almost like two people without a care in the world.

Forcing herself from the bed to the bathroom, she relieved herself and splashed water on her face. Going back to the suite, she noticed Jensen was gone. She grabbed her phone and realized the time before spotting the note left by Jensen. She giggled; she couldn't help it, loving how adorable and thoughtful he could be.

However, she was disappointed in herself for passing out when they returned and not waking before he left. She knew he was in a rut and would need her, but more than that, she had really wanted him, completely turned on after their exciting evening. She checked in with Jensen and apologized. He told her not to worry, to relax, to order room service, and to have a day in if she wanted, and she really did want that.

Jensen's enticing Alpha scent, more potent from his rut, reached her senses before she heard his key card in the door. She hadn't realized the time, but her body moved before she could even tell it to do so, meeting Jensen at the entrance as he closed the door behind him. She practically pounced on him, and he grinned, pressing her back into the door. He kissed along her neck and claim, taking deep lungfuls of her scent.

One hand squeezed her hip, and the other clutched her hair, tilting her head for him. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, allowing him to scent her. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, finding her pupils dilated, and her scent bloomed.

"This is just like our first time," Y/N smirked sultrily, not a hint of anger.

"I'm so sorry, 'Mega. Y/N," he whined, caressing her cheek and kissing her again. "That was never how I wanted it to go. I never wanted to hurt you or force you. My rut-"

"I know," she responded, placing a finger over his lips to stop his rambling. "So show me."

"What?"

"Show me, Alpha. Show me how that first time should have gone."

"A little roleplay, Omega?" Jensen smirked, pressing himself against her, letting her feel how much he needed her.

"Yes, Alpha. Please?"

Jensen captured her mouth with a groan, knowing he couldn't deny her anything when she begged him like that. He barely remembered that first time through the haze of his near-feral rut. She mainly had disassociated during the act, and the suppressants and blockers kept her from feeling and knowing their bond. Now, it was different. She was clear of any substance, and Jensen was in control of his rut, even if the cycle was still off. He picked her up, grinning when her legs wrapped around him.

He carried her toward the large bed in the room, their eyes locked. Stopping at the end, he playfully tossed her onto the mattress. She landed and bounced with a surprised squeal, followed by a giggle. Jensen tried not to laugh and stay 'in character,' hoping he could almost rewrite their first time in their minds.

"So strong," she purred as he climbed over her with a hungry gaze. "I can't believe Jensen Ackles is my Alpha," she swooned.

He couldn't stop laughing, then nipped at her collarbone, "Brat," he muttered. Rising, he gazed down at her in awe. "I've been waiting so long for you."

She wanted to kiss him passionately. Instead, he swiftly moved down her body, divesting her of her pants and underwear before she even realized what he was up to. All the best of his Alpha was on display for her. It made her heart flutter and her pussy throb. He stood at the end of the bed, taking off his clothes as he licked his lips and trailed his eyes over her body.

"Take that off," he growled, nodding towards her top as he stripped down to just his boxers.

She was quick to comply, and the second she was naked, he dove straight into her pussy, eating her out like a man starved, moaning at the flavor on his tongue. He continued until she was writhing, on edge, and begging him for more. He stopped just before she came, wanting to tease and draw it out. She gasped and whined as he kissed and bit his way up her body, making her moan and hiss and squirm. 

He paused to give special attention to her breasts, teasing, sucking, and licking until she nearly came from that alone. But as before, he stopped just shy of pushing her over that edge, making her whine in protest. He chuckled as he kissed his way to her neck, licking over her claim and rutting against her.

"Taste and smell so damn good," he groaned into her neck. "Wanna make you mine, Omega," he breathed, staring down at her and trying to maintain the roleplay, even though they were both too far gone to keep up the pretense. "Wanna knot and claim you."

"Alpha!" she moaned, rutting back against him and delighting in the teasing bite he gave to her neck. "Yes, Alpha! Please."

In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't even close to how she reacted their first time. However, with everything out of her system, the connection was undeniable. Claimed as they were, dual-bound to one another, everything felt lit up in neon between them.

Jensen angled his hips and slid within her, harshly and without warning, her slick more than enough to ease his way. While Y/N moaned like a pornstar, he felt like he might cry, the feel of her and their connection nearly overwhelming.

"Feel fucking incredible," Jensen moaned as he moved, his thrusts harsh and deep. 

His rut drove him to be less gentle, but he already knew she could take it all and more. It didn't take long for her to come undone around him after all the build-up. Before she even came down, he withdrew and flipped her over. He lifted her hips and pressed her shoulders down into the mattress, thrusting inside and starting a rough and brutal pace. 

Y/N had abandoned all thoughts about roleplay, submitting entirely to her Alpha and the harsh but delicious way he was claiming her whole body. She knew she was moaning and shouting, screaming for her Alpha, and she couldn't care at all. The headboard cracked loudly against the wall, and Jensen was sure there'd be complaints, but he, too, didn't care one fucking bit.

She came again, her body tensing, before she gushed over his cock. "Fuck, always so good for me," he purred as he lay over her and hitched one leg up to open her further to him.

He slowed his pace, focusing on feeling how deep inside her he was. His knot was ready to pop, but he wanted to feel her come for him again. He found her clit, rubbing tight small circles over it as he continued his pace, kissing along her shoulders and neck as he encouraged her toward her last climax. As soon as she did, his knot popped, locking them together. He bit into his claim, renewing the mark. As her blood hit his tongue, he continued rutting his hips into her, riding out their highs.

Jensen carefully shifted them to their sides and spooned Y/N while they waited for his knot to go down. He focused on her claim, licking it clean and ensuring it was sealed and healed as before. 

"That was amazing," she turned her head to smile at him.

"I'm sorry it wasn't like that in the beginning."

"Don't," Y/N said, shaking her head. "You have to know I forgive you for everything. We wouldn't be who or where we are if anything were different. I love you completely with all of me."

Jensen knew it was the truth. He could feel it, knew it deep in his soul, and cherished every moment. "I love you, too. So much," he spoke, kissing her.

As she settled to sleep, Jensen pondered over the old fairytales and his parents' stories about True Mates. He was regaled by tales of the everlasting, soul-deep bonds and the romanticism of it all. But now, he finally understood for himself what it all meant and how it felt. He would do anything for Y/N. He was trying to change the world for her and loved her with every fiber of his being.

As he snuggled into her to sleep, he decided that fairytales were nothing compared to the real thing.

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THANK you @onelastskip for that suggestion.............. might be a little late but.... here's why I think ESFP fits Elio to a T (and I can't wait to see how his shortcomings get explored especially in regards to functions...) (it delves with a few hcs, but addresses spring semester and stuff adressed in blank-house asks)

SO !!! ESFP (Se-Fi-Te-Ni) Elio right? Dominant Se makes a lot of sense for Elio. Se is all about getting sensory enjoyment out of life. He likes expressing himself through his physicality (and is good at it), sports in part but not only. He's known for participating in more than a few events thrown by the SGB (to the point of having a nickname because of his infamous way of filling out forms / to the point deja said the wall climbing event was for him). Elio is very open to new situations and quick to say yes if invited, an on-the-whim kind of guy and liking it that way. He can come off as a showoff (cue him destroying everyone in bar holding spring festival game and/or challenging high confidence mcs) superficial ("I didn't know people could argue so much about a prize" / he feels like he has to justify himself and tells Deja he has layers when confronted about his music tastes) or comes off as childish (quick to guilttrip if he likes mc enough, pouts) which are traits Se doms are likely to be labeled as. Misuse of Se might include relying too much on immediate feedback and / or external stimulation for satisfaction, being careless with decisions or relationships (which is what I'm working on for Elilo (Elio/Lorelei)) It can also mean having no focus or defined goals (lack / misuse of Ni) which lead to insecurity (which i could see being explored on the meager chance Elio is the breakup route and he goes back home)

I believe Ni (intuitive connections, reflection on meaning and implications, generating visions of the future...) grip in Elio shows up in how clingy he is, probably as a consequence of some form of paranoia (misuse of Ni) (Bottom stack functions tend to be used as defense mechanisms) (Ni grip might come off as the person acting out of character, in here, him being so suddenly hit by a lack of confidence, and needing to be reassured through that clinginess) The best guess I can do right now is he has issues around emotional permanence, but it's a shot in the dark. Well, at least Ni grip in Se doms can show up as looking for meaning and/or purpose but in the wrong places.

Elio is shown as someone that will avoid confrontation and is described as one who holds grievances. There's failure, I feel, from his part to resolve negative feelings which push him to suppress. It looks like a case of Fi failing him. Despite that he's mostly empathetic, sensitive and displays emotional intelligence (has signs of healthy Fi expression) (he's good at calming down a situation where tension arises, cue mc and percy not getting along - and immediatly vouching for him, or easing down the discussion if mc calls him and percy out for getting distracted in the study room event).

Tertiary Te (imposes order and is about efficient behavior, pushes to make effective decisions based on data) loop is what happens when there's Auxiliary Fi resistance. Because Fi is the need for moral integrity and self acceptance, immature ExFPs can use Te to distance from it. It can show up as burying negative feelings under coarse expressions of power (like Elio did in the breakup!percy comic I made), self-image problems or insecurity (which Elio display). The grievance thing makes me think Elio might show to be quite vindictive which is another sign of Te loop. I personally hc he's the possessive LI, which would align with the fact being territorial / domineering is a common unhealthy tertiary Te trait.

Funnily I think his reading of Reynah can both be read as an expression healthy Fi yet a Te loop tendency. It's both him understanding where people could not like her (getting her flaws, her shortcomings) but it's also him believing critical judgement to be objective. There's the expectation in what he says for Reynah to meet him on his ground (for her to talk) the way Deja does, when that's not necessarily how getting closer to Reynah has to go.

Next I'll make both Percy and Rhys' type analysis since they're both ISTP

[pigeonsage]

for the vrains colour pallete, #177 and blue angel? no worries if the request is too late, absolutely no pressure, have a lovely day :)

Tysm!!!

[juckalope]

Linktober Day 17 & 18 - Dragons x Shopkeeper 🏮

[lithth]

what’s crazy to me is the fact that kusuo and kuusukes family are aware that they have shitty relationship but don’t do anything abt it

[potatothemouse]

Some Christmas art for you guys

[suguwu]

bridgerton au with diluc yes sure fine

but bridgerton au with kaeya...renowned but beloved rake who is—as you come to learn—a true romantic underneath it all...

[mobirights]

In The Limelight - wolfstar

A snippet from a wolfstar fic I'm working on based on my experience in the American high school thespian society (level: impossible. -1000 aura for long-lasting trauma). Theatre kids unite!!! There are so many terms in here that only a theatre kid would know, and I will define them when the fic is published, but right now... I'm lazy, just look them up lmao.

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Remus hates One-Acts. 

Well—that’s not entirely true because he’s literally in Godric High's this year and it's always his favorite experience. He just hates watching them, especially at Districts. And he admits some of them are really good. He’ll never forget that production of Sorry, wrong number from Sophomore year. Literally on the edge of his seat that entire show. 

One-Acts in general, however…

He’s fallen asleep during at least 60% of the One-Acts he’s watched in his four years of high school. His final year is no different. That is why he has noise-cancelling earbuds, James’ shoulder, and his comfiest pair of vans. 

“One Act nap?” Lily asks from his other side just as he lays his head on James. 

Remus looks forward as the EmCee walks on stage in a bright green hat and announces the third One Act performance of the day (first for Remus and everyone at Godric because they arrived late).

“Good morning, District Six! Our next performance is a production of Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare.”

He rolls his eyes and turns to Lily, sighing. “One Act nap.”

The thing is, Remus loves Shakespeare as much as the next drama nerd. His first show at Godric was a production of As You Like It and it’s probably in his top five experiences at this God-forsaken school. But for a One Act? Come on. There have been some good ones, but more often than not, schools don’t know how to properly cut shows to forty minutes without losing a lot of integral plots and meaning that Shakespeare intended. He still shivers remembering that one production of Taming of the Shrew in Sophomore year. 

“Stage Managers, are you ready?” The EmCee calls back to the curtain, met with two voices shouting back “Yes!”

“Troupe 228, your time starts now.”

The house lights dim. Just before everyone goes quiet, Remus manages to whisper, “Which school is this?” to James on his left who smiles brightly and mouths Salazar as the troupe’s crew starts to set up their stage in the semi-dark. 

Remus huffs and turns his music high enough to drown out the noise, but low enough to go unheard in the silence of the PAC. 

Salazar Northern Preparatory Academy. SNPA for short. Godric’s rivals, naturally. Remus tries not to be concerned with school rivalries and petty feuds, but everything about SNPA just grinds his gears. Technically, their real rival is Rowena High School because it was built after Godric in the 80's and stole half their student body because of zoning changes. Salazar, though? Their rivalry and hatred for each other dates back to before the schools were even built.

But Remus would rather not think about that. He just wants to take his nap and ignore SNPA like he does every year, James’ alleged long-lost friend from there be damned. 

He’s about to close his eyes when the stage lights turn and a group of girls and boys walk on stage in the most ridiculously modern teenage outfits. He assumes one of them is the Princess of France, and the others her attending Ladies and Lords.

Huh. Interesting way to cut the show, starting with this scene. 

The boy playing Boyet starts the opening monologue, and Remus is surprisingly entranced, his head half-way to laying on James’ shoulder. As the scene goes on, he somehow gets engrossed in the story. He doesn’t remember when he turned off his air pods, but the voices on stage are now clear and not muffled. He finds himself genuinely enjoying the show. The girl who plays the Princess's comedic timing could rival James—and he will never know he said that because as much as he loves his friend, Remus will not be fueling James’ football-field-sized ego. 

James wraps his around him and Remus leans into the touch. He might just watch this all the way through.

Then—and this will be documented as the moment Remus lost all sense and reason—the King and his Lords walk on. If it wasn’t obvious before, this is a very modern rendition. From the way James and Lily literally cover their mouths, he’s sure the modern costumes for the King and Co. are hilarious, but Remus is only focused on one thing.

Person.

Front and center is the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen in his life. Maybe he’s exaggerating because a younger version of him would have said the same thing about James (don’t judge him, he was repressed and the boy was nice to him), but this is different. 

“Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.”

Holy shit. Yeah. Way different. 

The beautiful man in question has shoulder-length jet-black hair that looks softer than silk. His skin is like a porcelain doll’s, almost eery in its pale complexion, but so enticing. The only thing Remus can imagine is how bright his face must flush in the sun. Not only that, but this man has the voice of an angel—No, not an angel. A devil. It’s raspy and soft all at the same time. Smooth vibrato that steals all the attention on stage. The voice of a true singer, no doubt. 

As beauty in human form continues to talk, Remus feels lost. He’s seen and read this play more times than he can count, but with a voice like that, he can’t even follow the story anymore. All he hears is the honey-sweet voice of sin incarnate.

Yeah, he’s fucked.

[lizhi-studiies]

10/03/2023 - tuesday

079/200 days of productivity

spent today holed up in a starbucks with a friend of mine. luckily i'm on break this week, so i'm able to rest up with plenty of time to knock out the work that i have <3 a much-needed rest! the next print cycle starts next week, so i'm also preparing story ideas and page design concepts in advance. also, i can't believe i forgot to say this earlier, but 中秋节快乐，大家！！

[cabeswatercowboy]

Finished most of my office Christmas decorating!! Once again, my cubicle is the envy of my colleagues. 😂

(Also kept Neil the fox from my autumn decorations and put him on my computer screen. 🤫🦊💖)

[amelikos]

Friede's dynamics with Zeiyu reminds me a bit of some elements in Friede and Amethio's rivalry.

[meat-fr]

the new gene is not at all what i was expecting, but i like it. and it gives me some ideas for a new breed pair :3c