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mccnyoongi · 5 years

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buttercup ⇢ pt one

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, assholeish!yoongi, fuckboyish!yoongi fwb to lovers trope

⇢ word count: 6k+

⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um... filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx

If there was a magic lantern hidden somewhere on the campus of this university, you’d find it and your first wish would be to make it so that no one found out about this whole illicit affair you’ve been having with Min Yoongi. The secrecy was fun, sexy like you guys had a whole Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing going on. Or something. Your second wish would be to make his dick vibrate.

But then he just had to go and go down on you in a bathroom during a party at the Beta Tau Rho house, not even a month into the fall semester, knowing you wouldn’t be able to be quiet or subtle at all. And he was so smug about it too, the fucker.

You can still feel the embarrassment buzzing under the surface of your cheeks from when you walked out that bathroom door and a dozen frat boys and mutual friends of yours and Yoongi’s were out there, waiting for the two of you to emerge and giving you a round of applause when you did. Yoongi had just laughed and rolled his eyes before leading you to the kitchen to get the pair of you some drinks. He’s always been particularly good at brushing that shit off of his shoulder. You aren’t, but you’re pretty good at pretending.

Maybe you should have ended it all that night. Of course, you didn’t. You figured, hey, you’re young and in school so fuck making good decisions. Of course, the fact that no other guy has ever been able to dick you down nearly as well as Min Yoongi can is probably a huge contributing factor.

Sure he might be grumpy, and sarcastic, and he tries way too hard to look cool and nonchalant, but he’s also the first guy to ever make you squirt. And you’re pretty sure that the way he waxes poetic about your pussy would make even Shakespeare swoon. So maybe the pros outweigh the cons, but only just.

“I can’t believe you’ve been getting Yoongi dick for almost three full months and haven’t divulged every single detail and vein to me, you cold, uncaring bitch-” Jimin’s voice is far too loud for the student-run coffee shop the two of you regulared every Sunday; a tradition that Jimin always insisted upon. He loves his traditions almost as much as he loves destroying any personal boundaries between the two of you.

“Keep going Park, see if I ever buy your coffee again.”

“Don’t change the subject,” You can’t say you’re surprised that Jimin is reacting like this. Self-proclaimed ‘disaster bisexual,’ Jimin was one of the very first friends you made back when you were a shy, barely functioning freshman.

He actually introduced you to all his frat brothers, and a large number of the people you now call your friends. Including Yoongi, whose dick seems to be a reoccurring topic between you and… most people you know. Even if they weren’t at that dumb party, Jungkook made sure that every living being that stepped onto campus was aware of the newly found out fuckbuddies.

“We don’t keep anything from each other, Y/N,” He’s whining over his coffee now, full lips perched in that pretty pout that he regularly uses to his advantage. “I even told you about that time I puked on Namjoon’s dick in our second year!”

“Mmm, and I wish you hadn’t told me, Minnie-” The visual still haunts you, but Jimin has never had any predilections when it came to oversharing, especially not with people who have the misfortune of being his best friends. “‘Sides, I didn’t figure it was important, the whole Yoongi thing-”

“His dick, you mean.”

“Because it’s not like we’re getting married,” You carefully ignore him, a useful habit you’ve picked up three years into being his friend. “Just sex, remember?”

“So fucking what? You told me how you sucked Jeon’s cock in a movie theatre less than twelve hours after it happened-” You take a large gulp of your own iced coffee to busy yourself when the shameful memory is brought up. Not shameful because of the promiscuity of the act, no you’re an adult, thank you very much, but rather because of the boy you performed them on. Jeon Jungkook is now more of an annoying younger brother to you than anything. Not to mention he’s got a giant mouth that couldn’t keep a secret even if it killed him.

“Jesus you could’ve picked any other example-” You groan out as Jimin smirked, receiving the exact reaction from you he wanted. You think you’d have learned by now. “I’m sorry, okay? You big baby.”

“Hey, you’re on thin ice,” He points an accusatory finger at you and you have to fight the urge to smack it out of your face. “Now you have to make it up to me.”

You sigh- Jimin can really be exhausting when you’re only half a medium coffee in. “And how do you expect me to do that, Park.”

“Dick details, fucking obviously,” He says it like you’re a moron for even asking. And maybe you are. “Well details in general, I guess. You know, the basics; length, girth, does he make you call him daddy, is he good- I mean he must be un-fucking-real if you’ve been bouncing on it for three goddamn months, you whore.”

“I’m not giving you measurements, Jimin, I’ve yet to take a tape measure to it- and stop assuming everyone has a daddy kink just ‘cause you do.”

“Okay, vanilla bitch. You’re lucky I already know he’s got a monster cock from that time he streaked at that post-mid-term party next year.”

“Then why’d you even ask?”

“To see if you’d tell me the truth. It was a test and you failed.”

“I may be a college student but you’re gonna have to threaten me with a little more than a failing grade to spook me,” You roll your eyes playfully- there’s no real threat in his words, there never is.

“You’re right, I’m sure you’d much rather be punished by Yoongi, huh?”

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Watching Yoongi roll a joint, his long, slender and experienced fingers moving quickly and deftly, has always had this near hypnotizing-like effect on you. His apartment smells like weed, the scent never surprising and would almost be overwhelming if you weren’t so used to it by now. The sight alone is almost enough to make you wet. But you’re stronger than that- except for when you’re not.

Sexy hands aside, but unfortunately not on you, you’re thankful for his cannabis-related expertise because a) you can’t roll one yourself to save your life and b) despite normally reserving your consumption habits for parties, you feel like you deserve a fat one after the week you’ve had. What with, you know, the stress of having every student on campus knowing about yours and Yoongi’s torrid affair, thanks to fucking Jeon Jungkook. Brat. Plus incessant goading from both Jimin and your roommate, Irene- equally angry as Jimin about your worst kept secret- has only made you sink further into your insecure and paranoid thoughts.

The weed would help, you’d told yourself when your phone pinged with that much anticipated what’re u up 2? late night text from the raven-haired devil himself. Yep, it was the weed, the comforting blanket of getting high. And had nothing to do with the boy that was offering them. Not even his fat cock or magnetic pull he seemed to have on you.

“Alright, dove,” He says from his spot on his worn-out single-dorm couch- the names don’t tend to surprise you the way they used to. You kinda figured that the affection-starved Yoongi had just you know… gotten comfortable with the girl he had been fucking for the last couple of months. No big deal. Sure they made your heart swell and your panties dampen, but then it could be looked at as a positive.

He looks up at you from his spot on the couch, where he’s uncomfortably hunched over the table as he works and notices how you’re looking rather spaced out- not entirely rare for you. He’s used to the hundred-mile stare you tend to adopt when deep in thought, though it’s considerably less common for a sober you.

“Dove?” Nothing. “Y/N?” It’s the use of your actual name from his lips that finally grabs your attention. You finally turn your head to look at him, the glaze of deep thought finally leaving your eyes. An eyebrow quirks to let him know you’ve heard him, but his gaze remains piercing and unwavering on yours. “You need to stop worrying so much, dove.”

“That’s what the weed is for, Yoongs.”

“The weed? You’re just here so I can smoke you out then, huh? No ulterior motives, hm?” His tone is as dry and sarcastic as ever, qualities he had quickly become known for around campus. He shurgs “Fine. Just here to sesh. C’mere then.”

You scoot closer to his side of the couch, not even thinking twice before listening to him. His tongue is tantalizing as he licks the rolling paper, even if he doesn’t mean it to be. He’s almost always tantalizing to you.

“Don’t be grumpy. You invited me over,” Your words are softer than you meant, but your proximity to him makes you feel stilted. He was right, you really needed a smoke, more on edge than ever.

“Well, technically,” He starts, unlit, perfectly rolled joint now perched between his lips. He grabs at your legs before continued so that you were resting sideways on the black couch, legs strewn over legs, thighs touching thighs. “I invited the best pussy on campus over.” You crinkle your nose at his bluntness.

“Yoongi-” You scold indignantly and pinch at a well-toned bicep. “Don’t be an asshole, you asshole.” He grins despite the insult like he’d expected it. Or he’s revelling in it.

“You know I’m just fucking around, angel,” His arm tucks around your waist comfortably, pulling you even closer. “Tryna chill you out. I can tell when you’re all strung out. I know how you,” He pokes you in the middle of the forehead, still grinning, as you pout from being called strung out. “Tick.”

He really does, doesn't he? The thought is mildly terrifying, and you think that Yoongi might be too smart or his own good sometimes. When he’s not smoking himself into another dimension, that is.

He leans back into his seat, uncurling from around you to finally light up. A few sparks later and the room is fogging up with overly pungent smoke- the cheap smell makes you think that he probably bought it off of Hobi, too lazy to go any further off-campus than his own block of apartments to one of the nice but relatively affordable dispensaries. You crinkle your nose at the scent, grateful he’s too distracted to notice since he’d probably just tease you for liking the fancy shit more. At least you trust Hobi, and he lives only two buildings down from Yoongi. Truly an age of convenience.

A few passes, tokes, whatevers later, and you’re feeling substantially... floaty. You’ve completely relaxed, choosing to lie down rather than put the effort into sitting up, though your legs are still thrown across your equally high counterpart’s. What’s left of the roach is left to burn in one of many strategically placed ashtrays around the apartment, this one being on the living room table.

Yoongi has barely moved in the past while, head resting lazily on the back of the couch, black hair messy and his neck- which is somehow handsome to you- stretched out, and hands resting against your bare knees. You’ve barely paid him any mind, the silence nothing but comforting and easy.

Which is why you can’t help but jolt just a little in surprise when those hands, the hypnotizing ones you’re so obsessed with suddenly start creeping up your legs, halfway up your thighs, carefully kneading the supple flesh he finds there. He chuckles at your reaction, finally picking his up his head to watch you through heavy-lidded eyes. “Bet you’re extra sensitive right now, huh petal?” He doesn’t have to bet because he knows it’s true, knows how needy you get when you’ve smoked. And he loves it- it’s why he never makes you pay for any of the times he smokes you out.

“Fuck off,” You whine at his light-hearted teasing, but Yoongi just giggles- he fucking giggles- in response, hands still travelling the expanse of your thighs.

“Be nice,” His words are still jovial, but there’s a gruffness behind them that sends a shiver down your spine, despite the relative stuffiness of his living room.

“I am nice, you’re just a dick,” You pout- childish, but you can’t quite come up with anything more clever at the moment. The jab may be weaker than your usual quips, but Yoongi seems to have decided it’s enough to warrant a punishment of sorts, as he sends a quick slap onto your thigh. It’s certainly not the harshest hit you’ve received from him, it’s more playful than anything, but it’s enough to make you whine, not even noticing when your own hands jump down to grab at him and your now sore flesh.

His eyes take on a new sort of darkness, beyond the dilated pupils from the high he’s in the middle of as he grabs at your wrists, any assault you had planned halting in its tracks. His large hands that you’ve drooled over- figuratively and literally- many a time are big enough that he only needs one of them to hold both of yours steady. He uses his grip on you to yank you back up to a sitting position, where your noses almost touch and you can feel his breath fan across your lips.

“I told you, I know how you tick,” He lets his tongue swipe out to wet his lips, the act distracts you and makes you mimic it with your own tongue and lips. The smirk he gives you is all at once wicked and panty dampening. “Which means I know you like it when I’m mean. I know you like when I treat you like this, like my little slut,” The word makes you draw in a breath as your face reddens in humiliation and tension. “And- and I know you’re probably soaking through your panties right now, all over my couch. Making a fucking mess.”

It infuriates you to no end how right he is as your breaths come out shaky and uneven as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing beneath your shorts and panties.

“Aren’t you?” His tone doesn’t leave room for playfulness anymore, and you’re nodding dumbly before you can give it a second thought. “Good girl.”

He doesn’t give you any time to bask in the praise before he’s leaning in to capture your lips in a searing and sloppy kiss. He’s domineering even in the way he kisses you, teeth biting and tongue sweeping into your own mouth as he revels in the small sounds that escape you. His hands leave your wrists, freeing them so you can grip onto raven locks with a newly freed hand as his own wrap around your waist.

Every sense is filled with him, and it is all at once comforting and exhilarating.

He tugs and roughly manhandles you so that you’re properly astride his denim-covered thighs, your lips never untangling in the process. When your lips finally do come apart, it’s with a lewd sound and a gasp from your mouth. He’s still smirking.

“Gonna fuck you so good petal,” Yoongi has always been so blunt and unforgiving, whether in bed or out and it had been one of the things that first attracted you to him, besides his obvious good looks.

Before the two of you had even gotten together, when you were friends who didn’t fuck on the regular, you had even mustered up the courage to touch yourself to the thought of him speaking to you like this- your own fingers circling your clit and delving into yourself without abandon. You had only been able to imagine up a fraction of his sexual prowess.

Like the time only a few weeks ago you admitted to him in a foggy haze, high than you think you’d ever been. how you’d brought yourself to climax with images and soundbites of him flitting through your head. He’d immediately made you put on a show for him- recreating those nights, but this time with him sitting feet away from you and ignoring your pleas for him to touch you.

Right now, however, the only things keeping you grounded in reality is the feeling of the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath you, though nowhere near where you truly ache to be touched, and one of his hands brutishly tangled in your hair, pulling harshly so he can have easy access to your neck. Plush lips start soft, kissing and licking at the skin there, before his teeth join in, biting and sucking like he loves the taste of you (because he does).

“Y-yoongi-” You’re trying to keep the whimpers at bay, like maybe if you stop yourself from seeming so turned on so fast it’ll get him to fuck you faster. “C’mon, just fuck me already.”

“So demanding for such a needy bitch,” He has you squirming on his lap and you don’t know why you thought you had any power over him left. “Have you forgotten your place? Can’t think of anything else but getting fucked, huh?”

You nod in agreement, but find out he must want a verbal response when you’re met with a sharp spank to your ass that has you squealing and bucking into his lap. “Yeah, yeah Yoongi ‘m sorry, just need it.”

“I know, baby, I know, you can’t even help it when you get all messy like this, I know,” You can’t decide whether his words are sweet or patronizing when he coos at you like that, but either way he’s got you another pair of panties.

“Need you to fix it, Yoongs,” All pride is out the window when he’s got you like this, and you love pleading with him to give you what you want almost as much as likes making you beg.

“I will,” He gives you one more harsh bite to the junction of your neck and your shoulder that you know will blossom into a bruise just in time for your 10 AM class tomorrow and you hiss at the mingling of pain and pleasure. “Now fucking get up,” He pats lightly at your thigh twice at the order.

You’re in no position to disobey, and you know from experience that not listening to him will end up with a sore ass and no release in sight. You stand up on shaky, doe-like legs and he grins at the sight of you. He stands up with you, his lean form and strong stance making him look taller than he really is. Then his long fingers are pulling at what little clothing you have, stripping you of both your tank top and your shorts and your bra isn’t far behind. Soon you’re clad only in your panties while he’s still fully clothed in black form-fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Thankfully he leaves his cliche, but devastatingly sexy leather jacket at the door.

He doesn’t make any move to undress at all and you hope to god he will eventually- you love seeing his honey-coloured skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as he fucks you into oblivion. But for now, he stays fully clothed and he roughly pulls you by your upper arm until he can bend you over the arm of the couch, panty-covered ass high and perfectly on display for him.

“God, you’re fucking dripping,” He taunts, fingers running over your pussy through the thin cotton, making you whine into the rough cushion your face is resting on. “All this from almost nothing, huh? You’re such a fucking slut for me, shit.” He sounds genuinely amazed by you and when you uncomfortably crane your neck back to get a good look at him you let out a proper moan. He must have stripped his shirt off when you weren’t facing him, because his chest is bare for you to gaze at, or you would gaze at it if you weren’t distracted by the hand that isn’t on you, which is lazily working over his cock, rock hard and aching through his jeans.

He smirks when he notices what’s grabbed your attention, knowing you’re only moments away from quite literally drooling on his pillows. “Is this what you want? Hm?”

“Ye-yeah your cock, Yoongi, need your cock,” Your face burns red and blood burns hot as the crude words leave your mouth.

“And you’ll fucking get it, dove,” The cute name contrasts the second harsh spank he lands on your ass and you moan at the delicious sting.

You think that he must be about to tear your panties off and sink into you, but that would be too predictable and Yoongi loves to keep you on your toes. Instead, he disappears from your line of sight, a dull thump coming from the hardwood as he drops to his knees, feline gaze now level with your cunt.

“Yoongi-” You’re whining again, and you even have to hold yourself back from stomping your foot childishly because, god, you just need him to do something.

And then he finally does- he licks a thick stripe, right from your clit to your entrance, still over your panties, and you gasp in surprise. He does it again, twice, three, four times until your hips are bucking and you’re whining because you need more, you need him to actually touch you and not be a giant fucking tease for once in his life.

“Be fucking patient,” He hisses out, but at least he’s finally rolling your underwear down your legs to toss them somewhere across the room. “Or I swear to god, I’ll hold you down just like this so you can’t even squirm while I get myself off all over your messy cunt,” His hand is running up and down your bare pussy as he speaks, spreading the wetness around, to your clit and your thighs and your ass and then back again. “And then I’ll send you home without touching you or cleaning you up, so you’ll have to take the subway home covered in my come and fucking trembling. So be fucking good.” At the last word, he lands a mean slap against your gushing cunt and you let out an embarrassing squeak.

“Shit-fuck- Yoongi, please, just-” You stutter through your words, needing to get them out, though you don’t know why. “I’ll be good, okay? ‘M your good girl, I am, promise, I’ll be good.”

He doesn’t respond, at least not verbally. But you have to assume he’s happy with your desperate response when he finally delves into your pussy like a man starved, tongue licking into you, the muscle sending spasms up and down your legs. You have to muffle your moans by biting into a pillow, not needing another altercation with his neighbours, but you want nothing more than to yell his name as loud as you can until your voice goes hoarse when he shakes his head from side to side, tongue still buried inside of you and one of his hands now roughly circling your clit.

It’s too much, but it’s not nearly enough. It’s when he switches positions between his hand and mouth that you think you might explode; his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling and playing with it and two fingers fucking into you, preparing you for the impressive girth of his own cock.

Your teeth let go of the strong grip it has so you can warn him of your impending orgasm. “Yoongi- gonna come-” You manage to choke out between barely quieted moans.

You know that he wouldn’t be able to respond if he was still suckling on your clit, but you still whine and wiggle your hips as he pulls away, earning you yet another spank to your rear, where you can only assume a nice handprint is forming. “Yeah? Want you to come all over my face, like a good messy whore- gotta come for me before I can fuck you like you need.”

When his mouth finds your swollen clit again, you can’t help it as your orgasm barrels through you almost violently, every muscle tensing and fingers grasping at whatever they can find, neighbour’s delicate sensibilities forgotten as you moan out Yoongi’s name. He licks you through it, fingers no longer pistoning into you. When the last of the tremors have faded he finally pulls away, using his clean hand to wipe your mess off of his chin, though it hardly cleans him.

“Good fucking girl,” The roughness with which he was grinding his still covered bulge into your now sopping wet center would be impossible to ignore even if your head weren’t a million miles away. But for now, everything is Yoongi, every single scent is filled with him and you think that that might be making your head even fuzzier than the drugs coursing through your system, but you’re too far gone to be sure. Or to even care.

Because all you can think about is his mouth-watering hands kneading at the slightly pinkened skin of your ass, his mouth-watering cock rutting against you and his mouth-watering, well, mouth pressing wet kisses and occasional bites up and down your spine. “Yoongi,” You meant to speak with at least a little more conviction, but his name comes out as little more than a mumble.

“Hm,” He hums against your skin and even those slight vibrations reverberate straight to your heart, which starts beating faster at the thought of what’s to come. “What, is my babygirl still needy?”

The use of the word my in front of the affectionate name makes your heart jump, but you don’t even have time to scold yourself for thinking with your post-orgasmic pussy before he continues talking with that sinful mouth of him. “Such a greedy, desperate girl, won’t be happy ‘til you’re stuffed full of my fat cock,” His words have you whining and grinding back against him, where you don’t have to look to know you’re leaving a stain on his favourite jeans. If you’re unlucky- or lucky depending on your mood- he’ll make you clean it up with your tongue as further delicious torture.

But smoking makes Yoongi needy too, no matter how much he teases you for the effect it has on you, and he can’t wait much longer, not with his cock so hard he was a razor blades’ edge from losing his mind. He needs to be inside you as much as you need him.

Which is why you don’t doubt him for a second when he’s murmuring things about how he’s ‘gonna fuck you so good, gonna fuck you stupid,’ and you can only respond with even quieter whispers of ‘I knows’ and ‘pleases’ as he strips himself oh the rest of his clothes, hissing from oversensitivity as his cock makes contact with the air. It’s wonderfully overwhelming and he’s not even fucking you yet.

You can’t even explain how grateful you are when Yoongi turns you around because you love just seeing his cock. You’ve never been one to describe guys’ dicks as pretty before- except that TA you managed to fuck before Jimin sunk his claws into him, Kim Seokjin, because, well, you’re not blind. But Yoongi’s dick is gorgeous. It’s not the biggest thing you’ve ever seen, and it doesn’t have to be, not when it’s girthy enough to make you salivate with a curve that points to the heavens. Gorgeous.

He’s pulling you on top of him so he can sit back down and you’re back to straddling him, and you don’t complain because you know he’s tired both from the pot and crouching on his haunches for access to your center not two minutes ago. Plus he loves when you ride him, breasts bouncing in his face, wetness making a mess out of his lap and full access of your entire body for both his hands and lips.

“Need you to bounce on my fat cock before I fucking explode, baby,” And you’d have to be some sort of a madwoman to deny him.

“Need it too, Yoongs,” You don’t know why you feel the need to remind how desperate you are for him, surely he can feel it, your swollen pussy resting only centimetres above his throbbing length. “Can’t think of anything else.”

“I know,” He’s rubbing the angry red tip against your sopping folds, tinges of overstimulation making you jolt. Or you would jolt if his hands weren’t heavy on your waist, keeping you steady so you couldn’t a) get away from his cock or b) properly sink down onto it. “So pathetic and perfect for me like this, all cock drunk and fucked out and I haven’t even fucked you yet, huh?”

You nod frantically, and you can’t even find the energy to be embarrassed when a hand comes up to pet your hair with a condescending ‘awe’ as he pouts at you. You bat his hand away with a whine and furrowed eyebrows, but all that gets you is his hand tangled in your hair, yanking sharply in retaliation. “Careful, slut, or you won’t be coming for the next week-”

“Please, Yoongi-” You don’t let him finish, knowing from experience to always take his threats seriously. “I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry, okay just please-”

You cut yourself off with a high pitched, tea kettle-like squeak as he uses his hands on you as leverage to have you sink down onto his cock in one fell swoop. “Shit, god, you’re always so fucking tight around me, fuck me.”

I am, is what you wish you were coherent enough to snark back with, but you’re sure no one would blame you if they could feel what you feel right now. And what you’re feeling right now is how well Yoongi feels inside of you, like no cock you’ve ever had. Every ridge and vein on his cock fills you up to the fucking brim, no room left for a pinky or a thought that has to do with anything other than Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

And then he starts with those devilish moments of his hip, fucking into you shallowly and slowly to start and it’s all Yoongi’s dick.

“Fucking bounce on it, dove. Fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you need it,” He speaks through gritted teeth, each word a struggle as he tries not to fuck into you without thought. And it’s with the satisfaction you get knowing he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him that you find the strength to do as he says.

With quivering thighs, you push up and off of his cock, the two of you sharing a harmonious groan at the feeling, foreheads pressed against each other, skin sweaty. And this all just in the calm before the storm.

It’s not long before the both of you are moving frantically, mere seconds, really. It’s intense and all-encompassing, as you grind and roll your hips, cock deeper than you knew to be possible, and his bucking his own hips into you roughly, no doubt as deeply in some sort of euphoria as you are. His hands are everywhere and so are his lips. He sucks marks into your tits and gropes your ass, controlling your movements to the best of his abilities.

All of that, plus your clit grinding against his pelvic bone every other second and your head just might be in another universe.

Yoongi’s words are swirling around in your head, though you’re not properly taking any of it in- his velvety voice goes on about how wet you are, how tight you are, how you’re a good girl and it’s all another instrument in your downfall. You’ve never been much for heights but being with Yoongi feels like something akin to what you assume bungee jumping is like, and you’re just about at that point where your cord runs out of length and your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach.

“Tell me you’re fucking close, baby, c’mon,” This is as close to pleading as you can ever get Yoongi but you’re still swimming in pride. He brings a hand off of your ass to cup your cheek, brushing away your now mussed hair and a single stray tear and you drink in the look in his eyes, dark red-rimmed and needing. “Gonna fill you up with my come, just like I know you like, my perfect little cumslut, fuck, just need you to come first, yeah? All over my fucking cock.”

And with a particularly hard grasp at your ass, bringing you to grind your clit against him again, you’re gone. It’s considerably less intense than the previous one, as many second orgasms are, but your head is still spinning and you think you might have drooled a little, but you don’t mind and you know Yoongi doesn’t. Your attempts to stifle your moans are unsuccessful as the name of the man attached to your favourite cock falls from your lips like a mantra.

And where your orgasm is, Yoongi is rarely far behind- he loves seeing you fall apart around him, because of him and you always clench so fucking hard around him in the peak of your pleasure how could he fucking not. He’s grunting, moaning, damn near growling as he spurts his own release as deep into you as he possibly can, coating every inch of your delectable pussy, vague mumbles of how he’s filling you up, just like you’re meant to be that you can just barely hear.

Shakey breaths hit each of your faces as you come down, now still and worn out. Your chests move up and down and you don’t know when you’ve buried your face into the crook of his neck, but the warmth and smell are more comforting than any hit you’ve ever taken off of one of his blunts.

“Shit, buttercup,” He chuckles, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and where you’ve tucked yourself He runs a hand through his sweaty black locks, the other hand locked around your waist. “I don’t know how we’re gonna move without making this couch fucking disgusting.” Mood killer.

“Don’t give a shit.”

“Yeah, but I do. Especially if Joon or Hobi someone finds it and makes a big fucking deal out of it, like no other guy in his twenties has some come stained furniture.”

You pull back from the spot you wish he’d just let you fall asleep in so he can see your pout. He can’t find the sight of you… adorable? Your hair matted, bruises, courtesy of yours truly littering your tits and chest, a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glow and bottom lip jutted out exactly enough to be overexaggerated and so fucking adorable.

At that moment he’s glad that about three weeks ago the two of you had started to break the unspoken no sleeping over after sex rule because he just wants to clean you up and feel you curl yourself around him like you like to.

You don’t know what time it is, just that it’s late and that it doesn't matter, because this was certainly time well spent. You wonder how much sleep you’ve given up in lieu of Yoongi’s pretty dick. Of course, it does matter... because you have a 9 am class tomorrow morning that you can’t miss, but that’s for future you to worry about. For now, it’s time to try to get up without defiling this Ikea couch (you failed miserably and giggled about it while Yoongi groaned in mock pain), burn out just one more joint, steal some clothes for bed and some snacks from his fridge, and pass the fuck out on his bed, which you think is way better than yours, but that has nothing to do with the boy in it or his comforting warmth and smell.

..............................................................................

Past you is a dumb bitch. Also maybe current you. Point being, you hate you, because you’re sore and stiff and ten minutes late to your dumb 9 am class and it’s all Yoongi’s fucking fault. You texted him this much, calling him a ‘little bitch boy’ for not even waking you up to make you a cup of coffee with his fancy instant coffee machine before you left. He hasn’t responded yet because holy fuck does that guy sleep like a rock. A really cute, cuddly, sex-god rock.

But, as usual, Jimin came in clutch, handing you off a coffee as your paths crossed on campus, each of you heading to your respective classes. He gave you a one-armed-too-tight hug and a comment on how you have that very glamourous ‘I got fucked by Min Fucking Yoongi last night and you didn’t so I’m better than you look.’ You tried to take it as a compliment as you thanked him for the coffee. He gave you a cute kiss to your forehead that reminded you you could never even be annoyed at him for too long.

And now you’re in class. Headache from not getting enough sleep getting worse by the second while you tried not to think about what judgements people must be passing on you, with your sunglasses inside and hickeys you didn’t have time to cover up.

When your phone pings you assume it’s Jimin, with something slutty or sarcastic or both. But it’s not. It’s Yoongi- well, it’s what you have Yoongi’s number saved under, aka the drooling emoji three times over… You’re surprised he’s awake, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have shit to do until the afternoon.

You have a fleeting thought that it could be a dick pic- yeah it’s a little early for that kind of dumb fuckboy behaviour, and you’d previously thought that too, but Kim Taehyung proved you wrong last year.

Yoongi isn’t a dick pic kind of guy anyway. No, he’s the guy that sends pictures of his hand around your throat that one night you let him take artsy photos of you two fucking on his film camera. The kind of guy that sends you audios of him jerking off and moaning your name that you listen to through your earphones in between classes because he knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. He’s the guy that drives you crazy because you can never quite predict what he’s gonna do next.

[9:23 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: you could have woken me you know dummy

[9:24 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: subways are gross in the morning

[9:25 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: i could have u know, driven u…

[9:26 am] From 🤤🤤🤤: cant really say no to u buttercup.

You don’t know why you’re heart’s beating so fast so you reprimand yourself for thinking with your pussy. Min motherfucking Yoongi is gonna be the death of you.

#bts smut #btswritingcafe #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #buttercup #bts fic #yoongi fic #bts fanfiction #bts oneshot #bts writing #def not my best work but u know JKFDHKJFHS

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enchantedlokii · 4 years

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Finding Home

Chapter One: Frenemy

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Characters: Peter Parker, Happy Hogan, Flash Thompson, EDITH

Mentioned: Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Tony Stark, James Rhodes, May Parker, Thaddeus Ross, Wanda Maximoff, Quentin Beck, JARVIS, Vision, Ned Leeds, Karen, Steve Rogers

Peter let out a huff as he landed on top of a skyscraper. He had just gotten off the phone with Happy, who was anything but happy at the moment. No, he was furious. Just not at Peter, thankfully.

“Okay, Kid. I just got off the phone with Pepper—”

“Happy!” Peter protested. “No, you can’t do that! Don’t put her and Morgan in danger over my dumb mistakes. Seriously, we can figure this out some other way. Besides, it’s not really a secret anymore that I was close with Tony. That’s the first place that they’ll look.”

“Too late, Pete,” Happy replied. “Rhodey’s on his way to get you, so stay put. Keep to the rooftops, and God forbid they send a helicopter after you, ask EDITH what to do. You have her connected to your suit, yeah?”

Peter sighed, lowering his head. “Yeah, yeah, I have EDITH in the suit,” he told him. “How long will it take Rhodey to get here?”

“About twenty minutes. Hang tight until then, alright? We’re going to figure this out. I promise,” Happy said. “Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” he replied. “Just, take care of May for me? Please?”

“I will, Peter. You know that.”

Peter took a shaky breath. Ross was after him. Of course f*cking Secretary Ross was after him. He had heard stories of the Raft; where they took the Rogue Avengers after Germany. He wasn’t sure if still existed now, but he knew that Ross had no problem putting him there if it did, and he knew that he didn’t trust mutants. He had heard what he did to Wanda.

“Peter, you have an incoming call from an unknown number. It appears that you share a group chat with them,” EDITH announced.

Peter blinked, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah? Can you figure out who it is for me?”

“Of course,” EDITH replied. There was a pause as she did her silent work. “It appears to be a Eugene Thompson. Born in 2003, but Blipped in 2018.”

Peter huffed slightly. Of course Flash would choose now out of all times to call him. “Fine, okay, I kinda want to hear his reaction. Put him through,” he told her. He heard a click and spoke before Flash had a chance. “Alright, Flash. I don’t exactly have much time to talk, so whatever it is, make it quick.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Flash replied. Peter could hear a mix of emotions in his voice, but he swore that one of them was guilt. “It makes so much sense now. Why he was suddenly in D.C. and why you weren’t with us when he showed up. Why you have— why you had the Stark Internship. Oh my God.”

“Good job. You got it,” he sighed.

“I know you didn’t do it,” Flash said suddenly, catching Peter off guard. “I know the video was tapered with. You’re not like that.”

“Oh,” Peter was surprised, not completely sure how to respond. “Thanks, Flash. Didn’t really expect that from you.”

“I know I’m a d*ck,” Flash muttered. “But I’m not heartless, believe it or not. And as sh*tty of a person I’ve been to you. . . Sh*t, Peter, look I’m not good at this. Just, I’m on your side here. If you don’t want me to be, I get it. I’m not going to suddenly try to be friends and act like I was never mean to you, but you need all the help you can get right now.”

Peter knew that he was right. He had always really guessed that Flash was only jealous of him, anyway. And recently, after EDITH scanned his phone on the bus, he was sure that the other boy had something going on at home. “It’s okay if you hate me,” Flash continued when he didn’t reply immediately. “I actually always did kinda believe you, by the way. I get why he liked you.”

“I don’t hate you, Flash. Thank you, really. I appreciate it. I don’t really think there’s much you can do to help though. The f*cking U.S. Secretary of State is on my tail right now.”

“The Avengers? Have you talked to them?” Flash asked. “Surely they’re on your side. Right?”

“Rho— War Machine is on his way to back me up,” Peter told him. “Other than that, I honestly have no clue. I’ve not really spoke to. . . Well, anyone. Not since the funeral. Everyone’s still adjusting, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said sadly. “If there’s anything I can do. . .”

“Actually,” an idea popped into Peter’s mind. It wasn’t much, but like Flash said, he needed all the help he could get right now. “You still doing that vlog?”

“Yeah?”

“Great,” Peter replied. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but maybe you could make a video. . ?”

It took a second, then Peter realized Flash got what he was saying. “Right! I was there,” he said. Peter could hear the excitement in his voice. “Mysterio. I was there for the whole thing. Maybe not there there, but in the city. Peter, I don’t get many views.”

“I can help with that,” Peter told him. “EDITH, are you able to connect to the SI databases?”

“I could try,” EDITH replied. “Would you like me to?”

“Not yet, not yet,” he told.

“Woah, is that an AI?” Flash asked. “Like-like JARVIS? Vision, I mean?”

Peter couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah, it is. He, um, Tony left her for me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I had a different AI in my old suit, but she was more like a coach, in a way. I wasn’t supposed to know about her, either. Ned and I hacked into the suit’s coding and unlocked her on accident. He never went back and took her away.”

“That’s so cool,” Flash breathed. “You two were actually really close, huh?”

Peter smiled weakly. “Yeah, yeah, we were,” he said quietly. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering his conversation with Happy on the Quinjet. It had helped a bit, because he knew that Happy was one of the few people that he would open up to and what he said was likely true, but also made him so much more guilty at the same time. “I miss him.”

“I know it doesn’t really make a difference, but I’m sorry,” Flash replied. Peter had almost forgotten who he was talking to. He heard the other boy chuckle a bit. “I was always more of a Cap fan myself, but didn’t mean I didn’t like him too.”

Peter snickered a bit. “Cap’s pretty cool too,” he pointed out. “When this is all over, remind me to tell you about the first time I met him.”

“Yeah, okay,” Flash said. “Okay. I’ll. . . I’ll leave you alone now and work on that video. Do you want me to let you know when it’s up?”

“Yeah, you can let me know and I’ll see what EDITH can do about sharing it,” Peter told him. “I know this is probably so, so wrong but I think I can get it shared on SI’s social media accounts with Pepper’s permission. Also, hang on, email address?”

“[email protected],” he rolled off quickly.

“Got that, EDITH?” Peter asked.

“I do,” she replied.

“Great. Send him your original footage from the moment I confirmed transfer to Mr. Beck on,” he told her. “You can use as much of it as you need. Just please don’t make me regret trusting you.”

“I won’t. I promise,” Flash replied, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Consider this my apology to you. It’s way overdue.”

“Yeah, okay,” Peter agreed. “I need to go. Rhodey will be here soon.”

“Right. Be careful, Peter,” Flash told him. “If you can think of anything else I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will. Thank you, Flash. Seriously,” Peter replied before ending the call. “EDITH, save his number and email under the name ‘Flash’ please.”

#findinghome #marvel #mcu #avengers #post endgame #post far from home #spider man ffh #spider man far from home #spider man #peter parker #flash thompson #happy hogan #edith

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Multiverse Saga: Taken!Altertale - Chapter 6

Rhosaith stared up at the bright blue sky above her, a cool breeze passing over her pressurized EVA suit and into the street beyond. Looking back down at the cup of tea in her hand, she raised the cup to a straw that connected to her rebreather, allowing the liquid from the outside world to pass through to her beckoning mouth. Finishing the mug, she placed it on the table beside her, placed a few golden coins beside it, and stood up, placing her wide-brimmed hat back onto her head. She then looked back up at the sky.

She knew, of course, that the sky wasn't real. It was just the projection of a screen to give everybody a warmer comfort of home. If one looked carefully, they could even see the upward curve of the land further ahead on the tube.

The Nexus is what they called it. A giant space station roaming the great void of the inter-universal expanse, serving as the capital to the multi-universe initiative known as the Multiverse Alliance.

Rhosaith sighed. No matter what wilderness existed, whether it be the forests of Earth, the vacuum of space, the void between stars, galaxies, or even universes, or even across dimensional boundaries, there was always going to be somebody who got the bright idea to bring civilization along with.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice sounded in her ear.

"What is it, Hamlet?" she asked.

"There's a reclamation party being formed near the Spires to retake a pre-rift universe."

"So?" she said lethargically.

"It may be a good source of information regarding this multiverse at large."

"That's nice."

As Rhosaith walked along, her long coat billowing in the sudden gust, she completely disappeared, re-appearing just outside a door.

Realizing what just happened, Rhosaith, let out an exhausted sigh.

"You should at least try and do what you have been tasked. If nothing else, then to simply make it look like you're doing something." Hamlet said.

Rhosaith looked contemplatively at the door.

"Fine." she said after a minute, taking a firm hold of the door and sliding it to the side.

The room within was made of a dark metal. Within, sitting in a few chairs that were scattered throughout the room, were a number of people. Five Rho recognized to be Sanses. One was a Papyrus, and another was a Chara. The last two in the room were skeletons, though of no base Rho recognized right off.

Closing the door behind her, she walked further into the room, towards the nearest chair.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!!!" one of the Sanses shouted.

Rhosaith stopped moving and looked over at one of the groups of Sanses, where three of them were gathered together. One of them, the shortest of the three, was pointing right at Rhosaith. Everyone in the room, in fact, looked at the Sans.

"Er... yes?" Rhosaith asked. "Was there something you needed?"

"I have no idea who you are!" the Sans declared. "This is an awful thing that I simply cannot stand have continue!" the Sans walked over to Rhosaith and outstretched his hand. "I'm Sans. Obviously. Most people call me Blueberry to avoid confusion, though. What's your name?"

"I'm, er, Rhosaith." Rhosaith said, taking Blueberry's hand. "Nice to meet you, uh, Blueberry."

"The pleasure is all mine! Mweh heh heh!!!"

Rhosaith looked over the Sans. He reminded her of Papyrus in a way. A confident step permeated each of his strides as he returned to the other two Sanses that he was with.

Reaching the other two, he immediately started chatting heartily with them, stars practically forming in his eyes from the excitement.

The other two Sanses Blueberry was with looked just about as excitable as he was. One of them wore a turquoise tunic with a great big yellow cloak resting on his shoulders; the pin holding the cloak on being a large red orb with a big white star on it. The other Sans featured a mostly brown outfit, the most dominant features being the large brown scarf around his neck, the light blue jacket tied around his waist, and the giant paintbrush strapped to his back. A dark blue sash filled with vials of paint, like an ammo sash, decorated his chest. Blueberry himself featured a mostly blue outfit, a shorter cobalt scarf around his neck, with a more grey-blue shirt and pants, returning to cobalt for his gloves and boots; the rims of which were lined with yellow.

Looking to the other three-member team situated nearby, Rhosaith spotted a Sans, who looked pretty basic—wearing a blue jacket over a white shirt, and black shorts, with blue sneakers finishing off his outfit. Beside the Sans sat a Papyrus, who wore much the same, but orange rather than blue; with the jacket being a hoodie instead. Next to them also sat a Chara, whose outfit was in the same vein as Sans's and Papyrus's—a green jacket rather than a blue or orange, dark brown pants, and red boots and gloves.

The next group, a pair of skeletons, stood against the door-side wall. One of the skeletons wore nothing other than a blue backpack and a dark-grey cloak so tattered, it was practically a few ribbons. Looking carefully, Rhosaith thought she spotted something that resembled a finger-bone hanging off the front of the pelvis. The other skeleton wore a striped, white button-up shirt, black slacks, and brown shoes. Holding up the pants were black suspenders that looped over the skeleton's shoulders. They seemed deep in conversation and didn't seem to pay any mind to Rho.

On the other side of the room, standing with his back in the corner, was another Sans. This one featured a white sweatshirt and sweatpants, ending in black socks and white slippers. Over it all was a great blue long-coat with a hood over the Sans's head. The ends of the sleeves and the hood were covered in white fluff. Though she couldn't get a clear look from where she was, Rhosaith thought she also saw black lines streaking from the bottom of the Sans's eyes down to the base of his mandible.

Finally resting down into the seat she'd chosen when Blueberry approached her, the door at the front of the room opened, and another skeleton-Monster walked in. Bundled in her arms was a bunch of papers and binders and the like.

"If I could have your attention." the skeleton said, placing the papers on a desk at the front of the room. She looked over the ten people situated around, all of which were now staring at her.

"Is this everyone?" she asked.

"I haven't seen anyone else come in." the classic-Sans said. "So I guess so."

"Don't worry about the numbers!" Chara chimed in. "You've got the Bad Time Trio and the Star Sanses on the case."

The skeleton looked thoughtfully at the two groups.

"Hmm. Yes, I suppose you're right." she said, readjusting her glasses. "In that case, let us begin."

The light in the room dimmed to nothing as a large hologram appeared in the room.

"Six months ago, a pre-rift universe, universe AlT-113CO was attacked by a Destroyer—the identity of which remains unknown. Since the attack, Alliance scouts have surveyed the universe without drawing attention from the Destroyer. Their findings have shown that the universe, which was coded before the attack, is now physical."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it. Time out for a second here." the naked skeleton said, his accent sounding Brooklyn in origin. "Universes don't just turn from coded to physical. You sure your scouts got the right place?"

"While you are right in one regard," the brown Sans with Blueberry interrupted, "there have been reports of universes changing behavior before this, like UnT-214, which also turned from coded to physical. Before being coded, though, it was a game. This is one of the reasons why the standardized universal classification system doesn't commonly include the suffix in archive."

"Er, thank you, Ink." the presenter skeleton said. "If I may return to the briefing."

Ink!Sans waved his hand for her to continue.

"The objections, uh..." she looked down at a paper in her hand. "S.T brought up are valid, however. Despite this phenomenon being well-known, it is still unclear what, or who, causes a universe to switch behavior. As of right now, the scouts believe the Destroyer to be responsible for this."

Almost immediately, murmuring erupted within the groups, all of which quelled when the white Sans in the back boomed his voice.

"What information do the scouts have on the Destroyer?" he asked.

"Not much at all, I'm afraid." she answered, looking down at her paper. "I'm afraid I'm also at something of a disadvantage. I don't have your name documented."

"Just call me 4."

"Alright, 4." she wrote a 4 in the margins of the paper she was holding. "Er, like I said, not much is known of this Destroyer. What information the scouts managed to get on him just shows him to be a Sans; one from a UnF universe, by the looks of things."

A picture of the Destroyer flashed into the hologram. It was a Sans, though with a large hole in the upper part of his skull. Other than that, the only other notable difference was the bright white right eye he possessed.

4 huffed upon seeing the picture, his eyes sharpening into a deadly focus. 4 turned to leave.

"Wh-where are you going, 4?" the skeleton asked.

"I have what I need. I'm gonna go 'liberate' that universe. I'll meet you all there."

With 4 leaving, the others got up and moved to leave as well.

"W-w-wait!" the skeleton pleaded. "I haven't finished yet."

"It's fine, lady." Chara said. "Like 4 said, we got what we need. We'll be fine."

One by one, against the frantic requests of the presenter, everyone in the room left. Everyone, that is, other than Rhosaith, who was still sitting in her chair.

"Excuse me, miss?" Rhosaith said as the last of the other mercenaries left.

The presenter looked over at Rhosaith.

"Do you have a digital copy of your presentation? I'd like to have one."

The presenterâ€™s face brightened up at Rhosaith's request, quickly pulling a data chit from her pocket.

"Thank you." Rho said, taking the chit and stuffing it in her own pocket. She then stood up. "Thank you for compiling all this data for us, I'm sure it may come in handy." She, too, then left the room.

"You see?" Hamlet chided. "I told you going to that meeting would be useful."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Just take me to my ship, already."

"As you wish, Madam."

Rhosaith then vanished completely from the Nexus.

The doors to the elevator door finally slid open, and Rhosaith stepped out into her personal cabin. Despite having unbelievable technology, more advanced than anything she'd ever seen elsewhere, Rhosaith preferred to hold to what she called "simpler tech". Not wanting to force her own decisions on those that served her, teleportation pads and personal teleporters were strewn all across the grand space leviathan that was her flagship. Despite this, she still rode the elevator to her cabin.

Upon arriving, she took off her black wide-brimmed hat and long black coat, hanging them on a nearby coatrack. Stepping towards her bed, the black EVA suit she wore dematerialized from her form, so that all she wore when she hit the mattress was a plain white shirt and white pants. The very clothes she wore when she was taken.

Her own personal cabin was devoid of color. The walls, door, floor, ceiling, and even all the furniture within—with minor exceptions—were white; making the coat and hat hanging on the coatrack stand out far more than they should have.

Turning her head to the nightstand beside her bed, she looked at a picture that stood on its surface. This picture served as one of the only sources of color within the room. Picking it up, she brought it over and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Oh Frisk..." she muttered quietly. "Were it that these cursed machines had not taken me from thee, I would be there by thine side even now. Alas, for it be not so. Here am I, far from thine side. Far from thy warm embrace. Thy bronze skin. Thy pleasant bodily aroma that never ceased to calm me."

Rhosaith pulled the picture from her chest and stared at its contents. It was a picture of two Humans. Herself, and a man beside her.

"If fickle fate had it be that we meet again, oh the speed to which I'd press my lips to thine." Rho leaned forward and kissed the part of the picture where the man was. "But alas, it cannot be. I am here, and thou art there. Far away, out of reach."

Tears slowly leaked from Rhosaith's eyes. Try as she might to stop their flow, she soon gave in and held the picture firmly to her chest once again.

"I miss you so much, Frisk..." she wept upon the bed sheets until her eyes ran red, and she finally fell asleep.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice echoed in the room. "Rhosaith."

"Mmm..." Rhosaith mumbled.

"We're nearing the universe known as 'AlT-113'. It's time for you to wake up."

Rhosaith sat up, the picture frame still in hand.

"How far out are we?" she asked through a yawn.

"Only a few minutes. You may teleport in at any time."

"Great." Rhosaith stepped over the side of the bed, replacing the picture back onto the stand.

"I heard you weeping again." the digital voice said after a minute.

"I thought I told you to not spy on me when I'm in here." Rhosaith scolded.

"Apologies, Madam."

"Geez, Hamlet. It's the one place I've closed off to everyone but me. At the very least, I should feel like I'm not being watched or listened to in this one single room."

"Again, apologies. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, until it does."

Rhosaith stood up from the bed. Stepping away, a cleansing wave flew over Rho's body in an instant, cleaning it of excess debris. A second later, Rho's EVA suit rematerialized around her, and she stepped towards her coat and hat, putting them on as well. When she finished doing up the coat, blades materialized around the leg-half, enclosing the half somewhat like a skirt. Beneath the covers of her coat, a holster also materialized, attached to her leg—within, a handle was held firm.

"Alright." Rhosaith said. "Let's go."

In an instant, Rhosaith was teleported from the ship down to the universe, AlT-113.

Taken!Altertale : Tactical Briefing

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conartisthaiji · 6 years

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three dark crowns highschool au

because i have feelings about this but don’t actually want to write a fic. here we go

so i guess everyone has been adopted

Katharine by the wealthy Arron family

Arsinoe by the Milone family

Mirabella by...the Westbrooks? They’re her canonical guardian family but I feel like Luca is her mom...

Luca can be the lovely lady next door who adores Mira, THERE WE GO

Katharine Arron is one of those girls who should be popular but she’s shy and prefers books over people.

everyone knows who she is, they just leave her alone. she’s like the most famous nerd

but not cuz she’s bullied. paradoxical.

teachers love Kat. other than that...ehhh...she’s kinda lonely i think.

Arsinoe Milone is one of the troublemakers.

again, everyone knows who she is, except this time it’s because of what she does.

she, jules, and joseph are thick as thieves. teachers do not want all three of them in their class at the same time. huge no-no

lowkey a rebel but like...cares somewhat for school

Mirabella Westbrook...is a TRANSFER. (dun dun dun)

she and her adopted sister Bree join the school

they befriend a girl named Elizabeth

Mirabella is beautiful, duh. she becomes popular. very popular.

rest is under a cut. oh boy

so we have the queens...now what about everyone else??

Jules Milone is the second troublemaker

(starting with her cuz she’s really important, duh. also she’s cool)

is the Voice of ReasonTM

always being like “arsinoe no”

Arsinoe responds with “arsinoe YES”

poor Jules...she just wants to not risk getting arrested

crushing hard on that one guy, joseph

ahhh yes, joseph.

the third troublemaker

how obvious is it that i lowkey hate him

ANYWAYS, back to the au and the thoughts

crushing hard on Jules, like really hard.

and then Mirabella transfers and he’s like ‘oh shit she’s HOT’

cue the heart eyes.��

*whispering* (he’s gonna be a bit trashier in this au i think)

Billy Chatsworth

okay so umm i want kat to have friends, and they got along pretty decently in Three Dark Crowns, so..

Kat has exactly one (1) friend, and it’s this guy

Billy has plenty more friends because he’s a Great GuyTM

*breaking the fourth wall again: how do you put tm high up and small*

so anyways...that’s Billy. he’s not popular, not hated. he’s taking higher level classes, so he’s pretty well-known among that crowd but otherwise he’s not too well-known

Pietyr Renard

...another transfer, i think

sees Kat and goes ‘she needs help’

he’s like instantly popular and when he sees Kat, he decides to show what a Nice GuyTM he is and help her get more popular

yes, it’s cliche, I KNOW, but like he literally canonically does that soooooo

talks to her and then realizes that she’s actually really cute?? if not socially awkward and kinda frail??

I'm sorry but kat and pietyr are really fucking cute and I'm still pissed he shoved her into the breccia domain because BOY YOU SHOULD’VE FUCKING USED YOUR GODDAMN HEAD WHY CAN’T YA’LL BE HAPPY GODDAMNIT

Elizabeth

Mira sits next to her on her first day and is all “hi” and Elizabeth is instantly kinda star-struck like wow this beautiful girl is talking to me

...i don’t think she’s very popular tbh

also Elizabeth is gay and you can pry that head canon from my cold dead hands thanks

she helps run the gay student alliance because she’s a fricken hero

so basically Mirabella and Bree instantly befriend her

wow besties!!!

but seriously they’re kind of inseparable

just kind of

poly ship poly ship poly ship...????????

something to consider...

okay so now for like actual plot lmfao

so basically everyone ends up with one class together.

the teacher is like ‘good lord i get arsinoe jules and joseph for an entire year! what is life!’

the teacher friends are like ‘oh darn’

who the fuck is the teacher, you ask? well...it’s Rho.

shhhh shhh its an au also Rho as a teacher would be pretty awesome

so anyways, first day of school comes around

i feel like it’s their senior year

BTW BTW Arsinoe Jules and Joseph miss Luke, who was in the year above them. he graduated duh

Luke is amazing but i don’t think he’s gonna be a big part of this AU

sorry Luke :(

they’re all put in Rho’s class, which is history

(Kat is a little miffed because she should be in a higher level BUT she got deathly ill and didn’t get the grade required to make it)

look I feel like Kat would throw herself into her studies

anyways...so Pietyr sees Kat and is like ‘well she’s pretty’

and he sits next to her

she’s also sitting in the front of the room and he respects that

so yeah he plops down next to her

Kat ignores him

kat i love you

Mirabella and Bree sit near the back of the class. the middle-back

Elizabeth prefers sitting in that area so she just awkwardly sits down next to them

Mira: ‘hi i’m Mira, this is Bree, we just transferred here, you’re really pretty, what’s your name?’

Elizabeth: ‘...Elizabeth...hi...’

Bree: ‘hi!!!’

Billy comes in and sits behind Kat. says hi to her, kat says hi back, they chat just a little

Jules Arsinoe and Joseph come in together, just as the bell rings, and sit in the last row

there’s other people in this class i’m sure

they aren’t important

So anyways they end up with group projects

look i’m a fucking cliche all on my own

so the groups: Billy & Arsinoe & Elizabeth, Joseph & Mira & Jules, Kat & Bree & Pietyr

well Joseph and Mira get along really well

Arsinoe is like ‘hmm Jules how come I think I see sexual-’

Jules: ARSINOE please stop

Arsinoe: right right sorry Jules

Bree is like ‘for one thing Pietyr and Kat are really hot and I’d totally date both of them except I’m like 90% sure they’re already dating

Kat denies it

Pietyr just shrugs

Bree just wants to not be a third wheel

Meanwhile, Elizabeth, Billy, and Arsinoe get along really well.

like, really well

Elizabeth says ‘yeah i kinda feel like a third wheel but they both make a conscious effort to include me you know’

ANYWHO they’re all getting along pretty well

so like homecoming is coming up!!

because I'm american and i don't know what else goes on in foreign countries

and i could research but homecoming is. kinda fun

fun fact: i HATE dances

stop breaking the fourth wall!!!!

so Elizabeth and Bree are like “ooh Mira do you wanna go with Joseph?” *insert lenny face here*

Mira is like “guys. stop i don’t want to go with Joseph stOP MAKING THAT FACE-”

Elizabeth: oh look it’s Joseph!

Mira: *whips head around* WHAT-very funny Elizabeth

Meanwhile, Arsinoe is subtly trying to drop hints to Joseph that Jules wants to go with him

she’s TERRIBLE at being subtle

Joseph is a dense fuck, so he still can’t pick up on the hints

Jules finally breaks and is like “Joseph go to homecoming with me”

Joseph is like “sure”

BUT then Mira is like “man i wish i had a date for homecoming”

Joseph: well i was going with Jules, but maybe i can save a dance for you

*scrunches up face* mmmmm joseph no

Mira is disappointed but like. says sure, tells Joseph that he shouldn’t abandon Jules tho

LOOK mira just wants to be loved, she’s not a bad guy

anyways. so Kat is having a crisis because she really wants to go with Pietyr

But Pietyr’s...enemy Nicholas beats Pietyr to asking Kat

and Kat is like oh dear someone is asking ME to homecoming

read: she panics

and agrees

so then she mentions it to Pietyr

OH NO PIETYR IS LIKE, PISSED.

he’s like ummm okay kat do whatever you want

read: he’s upset

boys are dumb

look Pietyr shoved her into the Breccia Domain there’s no way he’s, well. rational when he’s worked up. or rational when dealing with Kat.

Kat is disappointed and thinks Pietyr doesn’t like her anymore

so she chats with Billy about it

Billy is like ummm I'm not really sure tbh

then Kat’s like, oh well, do you wanna go with anyone?

Billy is like “...Arsinoe”

Kat helps him ask

oh no but Arsinoe is a strong fierce independent woman she needs no man

THAT WAS NOT SARCASM BTW I SWEAR

she says no

Arsinoe bows for no one

rip billy

Billy’s like oh okay. i meant as friends but it’s chill

he’s sad

very sad aww poor billy

Arsinoe doesn’t regret anything though. of course not.

soon HC rolls around

Bree is like “Elizabeth are you going with anyone?”

Elizabeth: nope i’m gay

Bree: oh...uhh...okay...

Mira: cool cool thanks for trusting us, so wanna get ready together?

they’re great at getting ready together. they laugh and have fun and just. all in all a great time.

Arsinoe tries to do Jules’ makeup.

emphasis on tries

no seriously major RIP to Jules’ face. Jules ends up doing her own make up. her blush has been ruined. one of her eyeshadows is cracked. Jules is impressed with Arsinoe’s inability to do makeup. she ends up doing Arsinoe’s as well.

Arsinoe put up with it. it made Jules happy.

Kat gets Natalia to do her makeup. and her hair. Natalia secretly enjoys every minute of it.

the boys also get ready. but separately. so yeah...

Nicholas picks Kat up like the gentleman he is

Billy goes alone, aww poor baby

Joseph ends up taking both Jules and Arsinoe

Pietyr almost doesn’t go but Kat asks if she’ll see him there, so. boy fucking launches himself to the bathroom to get changed and shit. he speeds to the school

he’s got it bad

Arsinoe and Billy end up ditching the dance. they leave like 30 minutes in and go to some dinky little diner together.

basically they just laugh and ride around town until like 1:30 am and they realize that it’s late

Nicholas monopolizes the fuck out of Kat.

Kat doesn’t realize it.

She has a lot of fun

Pietyr goes home pissed

Kat doesn’t really think about him

if Billy had seen he would’ve been like “Kat Nicholas was like...glaring daggers at anyone who came close to you”

Joseph is cornered by Mira when Jules is in the bathroom.

they dance

and then dance again

Jules ends up coming back and smiling at Mira tightly and being like “hey can I dance with Joseph now”

Bree and Elizabeth just enjoy themselves

the night ends.

Arsinoe and Billy are riding around on Arsinoe’s motorcycle. they’re going to a park

Kat and Nicholas seem to be okay...

Pietyr is pissed to hell and back

Bree and Elizabeth are happy

Mira wishes she could’ve danced with Joseph more

Jules is kinda salty about Joseph

Joseph doesn’t know what to think

AND THIS HAS GOTTEN TOO LONG, I’M NOT MAKING ANYMORE...on this post. there might be more later. (there will definitely be more, i have some fic ideas now and more plans to run through). HAPPY THREE DARK CROWNS DAY EVERYONE.

#tdcday2017 #highschool au #i worked really hard on this #hope you enjoy it!#don't worry i'm totally going to make more but it'll be on a later day #we need to talk about the aftermath of everything #three dark crowns

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Rules of fake dating me | Thiam Week Day 2

Fake Relationship

College AU: A breakup and a party encounter lead to the whole college campus thinking Liam is dating Theo Raeken, president of the rivaling frat of Liam’s ex. Well, nobody said college life was easy, right?

"You need to get laid again!”

With this very bold statement, Mason had barged into Liam’s dorm room and snatched the controller from his best friend’s hand. He ignored Liam’s indignant squeak and went on to explain that it had been six weeks since Gabe had broken up with Liam and it was time Liam started socializing again. Liam’s objections that he went to his classes, met with his study group and his friends were rewarded with an eye roll and Mason continuing to pick out clothes for Liam to wear tonight.

“That’s all fine and dandy but you need to show Gabe what he’s missing out. Even if it’s just for one night, go out and have fun. You know the saying: The fastest way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else!” He had stated, shoved the clothes into Liam’s arm and slammed the door to the bathroom in Liam’s face. Only his threat to drag Liam under the shower by himself made Liam finally move around the bathroom and start getting ready.

And here they were: At the Iota Alpha Chi house, the frat Mason’s boyfriend Corey was part of, and Mason had made Liam promise to stay at least two hours and actually try to have fun, maybe even flirt with a nice guy or gal. Which was easier said than done. It wasn’t so much that he was heartbroken but the way Gabe had ended things had abated Liam’s pride. Not easy not do when your boyfriend of almost a year told you he just didn’t saw any use in their encounter anymore. Being with Liam had been a nice pastime but now he wanted to do other things. So yes, Liam’s pride was hurt and even after six weeks, it still stung. He had avoided everything related to Gabe or his frat Rho Gamma Zeta and only had agreed to come to the party because he expected not to meet any Rho guy at an Iota party. The two frats didn’t get along in the slightest, having a constant rivalry and more than once Gabe had been disapproved of Liam spending time with Corey since he was part of Iota. Liam never really cared about all that, he wasn’t part of a frat, but since he was in a relationship with Gabe, he was siding with Rho obviously. He still kept a good friendship with Corey but Gabe took the rivalry really to a new level.

Liam pushed through the crowd and collided with another person. Luckily he was able to save his beer before it could spill to the ground but when he looked up to the face of the other person, he almost dropped his red solo cup. “Hey, Gabe.” He finally muttered. “Liam! Fancy, seeing you here. I mean, guess I should have expected it. Now that you can’t attend Rho parties anymore, you have to settle for that, huh?”

Liam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You’re here too. So are your friends.” He nodded over to the guys gathered behind Gabe and Gabe shrugged. “Have to keep an eye on the competition, right? Make the party better than it is.” “Uh uh.” Liam said jaw clenched. A part of him wanted to punch Gabe in his smug face. Asshole! “Doesn’t this constant rivalry get boring after a while?” He asked, trying to keep his cool and sipped on his beer. “I mean, it’s kind of childish.” It had been one of the topics they always fought over. Liam liked competition, especially on the lacrosse field, but this war between the fraternities was just too silly for him. Now Gabe reacted the way he usually did. He frowned. “Liam, we talked about this more than once. If you didn’t get it until now, you probably never will. Not that I expect you to.” As always when this topic came up, he made Liam feel stupid, like a dumb kid, and Liam hated it. He narrowed his eyes. “Stop making it sound like I’m dumb.” “Aren’t you? I mean, you’re friends with Iota.” “You...”

“Gabe! I knew it was you when somebody told me they saw some losers hanging around.” A voice sounded up behind Liam and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Somebody stepped closer to him and when Liam turned his head, he was faced with no other than Theo Raeken, president of Iota. They had met several times during his relationship with Gabe or when he and Mason visited Corey at the frat house but they never had any real interaction until now. What Liam knew about Theo though, was how little he liked Gabe. “Did I miss something? As far as I know, nobody invited you into this conversation.” Gabe snarled back. He didn’t like Theo either. “So, leave and let Liam and me have a civil conversation.”

“Didn’t the two of you break up a while ago? And he’s still pretending he likes talking to you? That’s actually impressive.” Theo squeezed Liam’s shoulder and Liam blinked in surprise. He had not expected Theo to keep track on his relationship, to be honest. Gabe seemed to have the same thought because he laughed sneeringly.

“Are you so desperate you keep track on other people’s love life now? Guess it’s the only option if you don’t get any, hm?” “I get more than enough, not that this is any of your business,” Theo replied calmly. “And it was more out of admiration for Liam’s ability to tolerate you. That’s some tough shit.” He flashed Liam a smile and Liam could not help but return it. When he returned his attention back to Gabe he saw the annoyed crease of his brow at the smile and a part of Liam enjoyed this more than anything. Gabe obviously didn’t like his ex-boyfriend and rival to get along so well.

“Well, Liam obviously liked the year I gave him. He was pretty devastated when I broke up with him.”

Okay, rude! Liam had not been happy but devastated was a pretty strong word, okay? How could he have missed how arrogant Gabe had been the whole year long? He glared at the dark haired boy and huffed. “I wasn’t devastated.” He corrected and sipped on his beer to resist the urge to punch Gabe once more. “Keep telling yourself that.” One of Gabe’s companions called out. He had also been there when Gabe ended their relationship. Another nice part about the breakup: It had been in front of the whole frat. “Well, maybe he was kind of bummed in the beginning. The hour after your breakup must have been hard for hi., I’m sure.” Theo cut in, voice taunting. “Luckily he got over it the minute I asked him out.”

Liam almost choked on his beer. He could not believe Theo had just said that! He knew Gabe and Theo butted heads every time they met but that was completely surprising, apparently for everyone involved, because Gabe stared at him gobsmacked. “You two are dating now?” He finally asked incredulously. And Liam gulped down his beer, eyes narrowing at the judgemental tone in his ex’ voice. Like he was disgusted by the sheer thought.

“We are.”

Liam was surprised when it was his voice which sounded up. Had he just jumped on the thing Theo started? He had not even thought about it but Gabe judging them both and his arrogant behavior prior had riled him up enough. Now he felt Theo’s hand soft stroking through the hair on the back of his neck and a soft shiver ran down Liam’s spine. The touch felt good, he had to admit it. Maybe he was touch starved?

Gabe’s mouth curved into a derisive smirk. “Good, Liam, I was aware you were devastated by our breakup but settling with Theo? That’s even lower than what I expected.” “See, this is where you got it wrong. After almost a year with you, he really needed a reward.” Theo replied to that and smirked smugly when Gabe glared at him. Liam couldn't help himself but chuckle. It was pleasing to his ego to see Gabe like that. Especially now when Theo pulled Liam closer and put one arm around his shoulder. “We would like to further enjoy this party, so if you don’t mind.” He dismissed with a sweet smirk but his eyes betrayed him. He kicked Gabe out. Gabe got the hint because he huffed and then turned around to march out of the house, followed by his friends. Liam waved after them and then laughed.

“You just made my night. Thank you.” He told Theo and The chuckled. Well, you gave me the opportunity to kick Gabe out. I should thank you.” Liam shrugged. “I really didn’t do anything, so don’t mention it.” He played it down. Theo smiled and then nodded over to Liam’s drink. “Come one, I’ll get you another one.”

****** In the end, Liam was kind of happy Mason dragged him to the party. For once because he got the laugh out of his encounter with Gabe and afterward he and Theo had actually launched a conversation. They found out they liked the same video games and shared the same taste in movies. Liam kind of wondered why they never really talked before aside the occasional “Hey.” and “What’s up?” At the end of the night, he stayed longer than what he promised Mason and he left with a smile on his face.

It didn’t even come to his mind that there could be an aftermath of the party but a few days later Liam found himself lounging on his bed and doing some reading for his classes when the door opened and in stepped Mason, Corey and Nolan, Liam’s roommate. All three stared at Liam who questingly raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“You and Theo, how long is this already going on?” Mason asked, looking kind of betrayed. Liam furrowed his brows. “What?” “The whole campus is talking about Gabe’s ex being in a relationship with no other than Theo.” Corey explained and Nolan added: “Probably because Gabe is pissed. He’s talking about it almost constantly, claiming you did a downgrade.”

Liam blinked. It took him some time to adjust to this information and then: “WHAT??” “My reaction exactly. I know why I reacted like this but why you?” Mason commented dryly and Liam shook his head. “We’re not dating!” “Uhm, what?” That was Corey now, looking as confused as Nolan and Mason. “Because I’m pretty sure I heard from several people Theo and you admitted to dating on that party.” “Yeah well...” Liam blushed and rubbed his neck. “Gabe was there and he was being a total dick.” (”As always.” Nolan muttered under his breath). “He riled me up and suddenly Theo was there. You know how those two are, always trying to outdo another and Gabe insulted me which prompted Theo to defend me. Long story short, Theo said he asked me out and you should have seen Gabe’s face. I couldn’t stop myself and jump on that bandwagon.” Liam explained his friends. “So, really, it was meant as a joke to make Gabe leave. It worked.”

“Oh yeah, it worked so perfectly that anybody who witnessed the exchange got the same impression and you know the gossip around campus. So, joke or not, literally everybody is under the impression you and Theo are actually a thing, Liam.” Nolan concluded and Liam paled. Oh fuck, he really had not thought this trough. “Great and what am I supposed to do now?” He asked his friends and while Mason and Corey shrugged and patted his shoulder, Nolan cleared his throat. “You have two options. Options No 1: Keep the lie and whenever you start another actual relationship declare the relationship between you and Theo over. Things happen, you know? Option No 2: Come clean but that would mean Gabe would win and I don’t think that’s what you want.” He laid out and Liam had to agree with him. Basically, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. “I’m fucked.” He muttered and Mason snorted. “Not really but everybody thinks you are by no other than Theo Raeken.”

******

Liam made his way into the library, trying to ignore some whispers behind his back. His relationship with Theo seemed to be one of the hottest topics right now and Liam couldn’t shake the slight suspicion it was also because Gabe was still spitting mad. Well, sucks, he had broken up with Liam after all.

Making his way over to an empty table Liam was about to put his bag down when he spotted Theo in one of the aisles. Before he could think twice Liam marched over and grabbed the other by his arm to yank him into a corner. “I need to talk to you!”

“Why?” Theo asked and closed the book he had been reading when Liam yanked him away. “Because the whole campus thinks we’re dating!” Liam hissed and pushed his backpack up his shoulder to prevent it from falling down. Theo looked oddly unimpressed by that and leaned against the shelf. “So?” “Doesn’t that bother you one bit?”

Theo looked at Liam and then chuckled. “Not really, no. Over the years I had so many rumors about me going on, I learned to ignore them. People will always talk, Liam.” He looked at Liam and smirked even more smugly. “Besides, Gabe is literally fuming with anger because of it and that alone is reason enough not to address this issue. Even now he’s not letting us leave his sight, he even got up and walked over to act like he’s shuffling through a shelf. He’s that jealous.” “He...what?” Liam was about to turn around when Theo grabbed his face and made him look at Theo. “You’re not the most subtle person on this planet, huh?” “Uhm.” Liam made since Theo still squished his cheek together and prevented him from really talking. Theo let go of him but Liam didn’t bother turning around once more.

He didn’t have to because Gabe just stepped up to them. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Planting trees.” Theo dryly replied. “Why? Want to help? The earth needs every friend it can get. Grab a shovel and dig yourself a hole.”

“I can dig a hole for you if you insist!” Gabe snarked back and Liam stepped between the two frat presidents, one hand pushing against Theo’s chest, the other against Gabe’s. “It’s still a library, so if you two gamecocks could tone it down a notch, yeah? That would be amazing.”

Theo and Gabe continued their stare off until Theo shrugged and put one arm around Liam’s waist, pulling him against his chest. “Anyway, can we actually help you with something? My boyfriend and I would continue our conversation from earlier. Have to make some arrangements for date night, you know. Like which movie to watch, choosing a restaurant to eat and then decide if we go to his dorm or my room to have sex, the usual, you know?” Theo teased and Liam gripped his arm when Gabe’s face turned a very angry shade of red and he stared at Liam.

“Didn’t take you for such a slut, Liam!” He spat out and Liam heard Theo growl behind him. Before the two could really fight, he grabbed Theo by the arm once again and dragged him out of the library. Outside he took a deep breath and let go of Theo’s arm immediately. He may had broken up with Gabe but getting insulted still hurt and he had to walk that off for a second. Theo followed him.

“The hell was that?” He inquired and Liam sighed. “You said we would have sex.” He explained and Theo made a sound close to duh. “Well, Gabe reacted like that because...I never slept with him.”

Theo stopped walking and held Liam by his arm. “Hold on.” He started. “Just to get this right: You and Gabe were in a relationship for almost a year and you never had sex?” Liam nodded unwillingly. “Yep.” He then said and shooed Theo’s hands away. “It was never the right moment.” “Are you a virgin?” “What? No, I’m not and Gabe isn’t one either.” “Then how come you didn’t had sex?” “Not every relationship is about sex, Theo!” “I know that but almost a year? When the two of you had sex before with different partners? That’s kind of surprising.” “Well, maybe I didn’t want to sleep with a person I didn’t love.” Liam muttered under his breath but Theo had heard him nonetheless. And he frowned. “Why were you in a relationship with a man you didn’t love for almost a full year? That doesn’t follow at all.” Liam sighed deeply. “Because it was convenient. Being in a relationship took all the stress away with who was my date for an event or my company for Friday night. Before I started the relationship with Gabe I was kind of the third wheel with Corey and Mason and suddenly we could do double dates and such. It was nice.” “Nice.” Theo parroted. “I mean, yeah, who doesn’t want a nice relationship? That’s what is important. Screw love or trust and loyalty. Nice, that’s the important thing.” “You are an idiot!”

“And you didn’t have sex for over a year. Which is a shame.” Theo told him, eyes raking over Liam’s whole body before he started walking again. And Liam may be oblivious most times but such a direct flirt? Even he got that! Now he hurried to keep up with Theo. “Now, what? Keep the dating lie up to annoy Gabe?” Now that he said it, it actually sounded fun. Theo shot him a grin. “Why not? If I’m informed correctly, he kind of treated you like shit, right?” Liam bit his lower lip but nodded. He had no idea where Theo got this from but the guy seemed to have good resources. “Yeah.” He confirmed. “So it serves him right to get a bit jealous. Besides, and that is a fact you can’t deny, I’m more attractive than him. You made an upgrade, Liam.” Theo told him with a smirk and Liam had to laugh.

****** “Okay, I made up some rules for fake-dating me.” Theo chuckled and looked at Liam from where he sat on his bed. “Does your real boyfriend follow rules too?” He inquired and Liam glared at him, making Theo only smirk more. “Okay, share your rules with me, baby.” “No pet names! I’m not in the pet name type of guy. Aside from that, no kissing. If someone asks we say we’re both not big fans of PDA.” “That’s a lie and I’m sure everybody around here knows that.” Liam ignored Theo and continued. “If one of us ever meets someone he would like to start a real relationship with, this thing is off. In case somebody asks, we just say we broke up. No further explanation.” “Is there somebody you’re interested in already?” “I hate you.” “Speaking of: I love you? Yes or no?” Liam let his notepad sink where he had scribbled down his rules. He had not thought about this until now. Those three words were important to him, he could not start to toss them around like that. “No. No I love you.” “Aww, baby.” “No pet names!” “Sorry, honey.” “You’re doing this to annoy me, right?” “Me? Never, hun bun.” Liam rolled his eyes. “Why did I agree to this? Remind me again?” He muttered. “Because you like to piss Gabe off, angel face.”

****** “You are completely insane!” Mason scolded and Liam shrugged. “Maybe.” He checked his reflection in the mirror before grabbing a leather jacket and slipping it on. “Just to get back at Gabe you’re ready to live a lie?” “It’s not really a lie. Everybody thinks we’re dating and all we do now is spending time together, going to see movies, go for coffee and generally just hang out.” He told his friend, trying to dissolve Mason’s worries. Mason still looked like he had lost his mind. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea, L.” “Too bad, we already started, I can’t let Gabe win this!” “Liam, dating and love is not a war! I know he hurt you but playing this game with Theo is literally playing with fire. I don’t want you to get burned.” Liam paused getting ready and turned to face Mason. “You think I will fall in love with Theo and get myself hurt.” It wasn’t a question, Liam was stating it. Mason sighed. “You have the tendency to fall in love very easily.” “I certainly do not.” “Brett. Hayden. Gabe.” “Not Gabe!”

Mason groaned. “Okay, fine, not Gabe. The others? Yes, they were relationships but still. You are a good person with a very good heart which has lots of love to give. You fall easily and Theo is charming. You’re posing as a couple, so forgive me for being worried about my best friend. Your last breakup wasn’t that long ago.”

“I can take care of myself! I don’t fall in love easily! I’m not dumb, Mason.” He was angry. “And now excuse me, I have a date to attend.” He grabbed his keys and wallet and then slammed the door to his dorm room shut.

Fights with Mason always got to him and deep inside Liam knew Mason just wanted to protect him. But Liam was too stubborn to admit that his best friend maybe was right. In the past, he had proofed how easily he fell for his past partners and I love you always came easy. But this time it was different. They weren’t in a relationship, they were just pretending.

“You okay?” Theo asked. Liam had barely said anything the whole evening, despite them being in a really nice restaurant not far from the campus. Instead, he played with his napkin and his food. Now he looked up, startled by Theo seemingly seeing through him and noticing something was off. Gabe never did that, Liam’s brain helpfully offered and he mentally cursed Mason. This was his fault and Liam didn’t want those thoughts.

“Had a fight with Mason before I came here. Sorry.” He apologized and Theo smiled softly. “Want to talk about it?” He asked but Liam shook his head, smiling weakly. “It’s okay. Thanks.”

“Uh, then smile and act like you are okay because Gabe just entered the restaurant and he’s accompanied by a redhead. They’re coming this way.” Theo told him and Liam sighed but then braced himself for the moment the couple would walk past them. When they did, Gabe gave him one dirty look then he followed the waiter to their table. Right in the side of Liam and Theo.

“Typical.” Liam muttered and looked down at his food. “Want to leave?” Theo asked. Liam thought about accepting but then shook his head. “It’s okay. Just..tell me something. Anything to get my mind off.” “Banging your head against a wall burns 150 calories an hour.” Liam blinked. “What?” “If you lift a kangaroo’s tail off the ground, it can’t hop.” “Theo...” “Gorillas burp when they are happy.” Liam had to laugh at that. “You’re weird.” “But it made you laugh. That’s what I wanted to.” “Now you’re getting sappy.” Liam laughed again and was quite satisfied when Gabe stared at him. Liam ignored his ex and focused on Theo again.

****** Over time they settled in this rhythm and hung out quite a lot. Either around campus or on Theo’s or Liam’s room. Theo as the president had a big room for himself at the Iota house but Nolan was having a job at the campus café so Liam was almost alone every time when Theo came over. Today Liam was on his bed, balancing his laptop on his knees and video chatting with his parents at home. Dr. Geyer just filled his stepson in on some things that needed to get repaired around the house when it knocked at Liam’s dorm room. Getting up from his bed he walked over to the door and opened it.

“Mom, Dad, that’s Theo by the way.” He introduced his parents to his visitor and Theo looked surprised for a moment then he smiled the most charming smile Liam had ever seen and waved at the camera.

“Hello, Mrs. Geyer and Dr. Geyer, nice to meet you.” He greeted politely and Liam heard his mother let out a happy gasp. “Liam, do you have a new boyfriend?” Of course, she would think that!

“Uhm, mom, no! Theo’s just a....

“Theo, darling, so nice to finally meet you. I knew there was somebody there who made Liam happy. A mother knows those things. So, tell me about you. What is your major? Where do you come from? How did you two meet?”

“Mom....” Liam tried again at the same time Theo started talking. “I’m from around Beacon Hills and I’m a business major. I lead one of the fraternities on the campus and that’s how Liam and I met. Corey, Mason’s boyfriend, is also part of our frat and with Mason came Liam. I noticed him right away. He just had this sparkle in his eyes and from the first moment I knew he was a very interesting person. He’s a very true and real character but I’m sure you know that. You raised him after all.” He chuckled and Liam swore he could hear his mother swoon. He was swooning himself because the way Theo talked about him made his heart jump slightly. Until the party he had been under the strong impression Theo never really noticed him, that he was just a face to him. Damn, Theo was good at this whole fake thing.

“Such a nice guy. Liam, why didn’t you introduce us sooner?”

“That was my fault. I wanted to make a perfect impression and got a bit self-conscious. You only have one chance to get to introduce yourself to the parents of your boyfriend, right?” Theo went for a joke and Liam stared at him, blinking owlishly. What the hell? He was stunned and so he barely said anything and let Theo and his parents talk for almost an hour. He learned about Theo wanting to have his own business one day, hence his major, that he liked to visit museums and would like to go to New York one day. His favorite color was dark blue and his favorite breakfast were blueberry pancakes. Things he never bothered to ask when they were hanging out. He witnessed Theo joking around with Dr. Geyer and asking questions about the work at the hospital. So when the call ended, he was kind of speechless.

“Dude, my parents already love you!” Theo shrugged with a soft smile. “They are nice.” “No, you don’t understand. They love you.” “You already said that. I was just nice to them. That’s how it goes, right?” “No.” Liam shook his head and Theo looked confused “No?” “They hated Gabe.” “I like your parents even more now.” “No, seriously, they didn’t get along with him and he didn’t like them either. To see you talking to them like that was wow.” And it made his heart flutter. Something Liam had not expected to happen but now he couldn’s stop his little heart from doing so. And while he still had in mind what Mason told him (even though his best friend had later apologized for being too harsh and they had made up) he realized that this time it felt totally different than ever before.

A beeping sound shook him from his thoughts and he almost jumped off the bed. Theo looked at his watch and cursed. “Fuck, my shift starts in ten minutes. Gotta go!”

“Oh. Sorry for making you sit through the call in your free time.”

“Nah, stop it, your parents are cool. It wasn’t a waste of time.” He smiled at Liam and grabbed his bag. “See you later.” He muttered, leaned in to press a quick kiss to Liam’s cheek and then leave the room. Liam stayed behind, stunned by the sudden kiss and the way his heart bet even faster now.

******

Liam shuffled up the stairs and down the hallway. Knocking at Theo’s door, he didn’t even bother to wait for an answer and just opened the door to shuffle inside the room and kick the door shut. Dropping his bag unceremoniously on the floor, Liam head first fell down on the bed and groaned. Lacrosse practice had been a bitch today and he was sore all over.

“Your bed’s comfy, can I stay here forever?” He muttered and snuggled further into the comfy mattress. Hearing a chuckle from the adjoining bathroom made him smile sleepily too.

“Hard training?”

"Hm.” Liam made a sound and then raised his head to actually look for Theo. The Iota president had a big room and his own bathroom which door was currently open and he was inspecting himself in the mirror. Liam swallowed because all Theo was wearing were black sweatpants. The light in the bathroom cast a soft glow on his naked torso and tired or not but Liam appreciated a nice view and that view was spectacular.

Now Theo walked out of the room and leaned against the door frame, giving Liam a nice long glance on his toned upper body. Liam swallowed dryly. “Did I interrupt anything? I didn’t mean to. Your room was just closer than my dorm building.”

“You didn’t. Just had taken a shower and got dressed.”

“Halfway dressed.” Liam corrected automatically and his eyes still lingered on the other’s abs and well-defined chest. Theo was attractive, no doubt, even more attractive than Gabe ever had been. Liam could see this too, he had eyes, okay? And they were working. He knew his friend was actually hot like burning and many people on the campus wanted to climb him like a tree. Nothing new here. New was the realization that Liam belonged to those people.

Since the video call from his parents, he tried to ignore the beating of his heart every time Theo was around. The way he smiled, his scent, being close to him, it all made his heart almost jump out of his chest, and after a while, Liam had not been able to ignore it any longer, at least not in front of himself. He was about to fall head over heels for the older but since he knew Theo only saw this as a joke, Liam had made a decision. It would hurt but in the end, he had to protect his heart.

If Theo weren’t only making this harder, looking so incredibly good right now. But Liam sat up and cleared his throat. if he didn’t do it now, he wouldn’t do it anytime soon and that was problematic.

“I also came here to talk.” “About what?” Theo asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and pulling them slightly down in the progress, exposing the V of his hip bones. Focus, Liam! “I thought about it and I think...we should end this fake relationship. We can say you broke up with me, that would be totally okay.” He had expected a joke or agreement, but Liam wasn’t prepared for the way Theo’s face fell. He looked taken aback and then he just looked sad. “May I asked why? Did you fall in love with somebody?” “No...yes...in some ways yeah.” Had he thought Theo looked sad before, he now looked devastated. But he nodded. “Okay. If that’s what you want....”

Something was wrong. Liam could feel it. He had played this in his mind over and over again and Theo never reacted how he reacted now. Liam prided himself on knowing the other by now, he couldn’t be so off with his expectations, right? So what was off? “Theo?” He asked softly and got up from the bed to step closer to his friend. “What’s wrong? Look, I know it may sound a bit ungrateful but I appreciate what you did for me. We are still friends, yeah?” Theo gave him a look. “Really? You’re giving me the ‘we’re still friends line’? Come on, Liam, I know you can do better than that.” “I’m not giving you any line. We are friends, always have been. Over the last couple of weeks....” “Months.” Theo cut in. “It’s been months. Three months to be exact. I like to keep tabs on my fake relationships, you know?” “Okay, fine, over the last couple of months we’ve grown so close and....”

“So close that you couldn’t even tell me you fell in love with someone?” Theo’s voice sounded cold and Liam frowned. “It’s not that easy.” “Then make it easy. Give me a name. Where did you meet them? Tell me you are not dumb enough to go back to Gabe. Tell me everything you would tell your friend. Mason knows, right? I thought we were friends too and yet I had no idea. Wanted to spare my feelings? Cute but I don’t need you for that. Got that covered!” Theo sounded colder with every word and his face was as solid mask of blankness, “Don’t be an ass!” Liam growled. “Oh, I’m the ass? Good to know.” Theo pointed at the door. “Know what? Just leave. You did what you came here for, so no need to complicate this even more. You obviously don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. We will all live, no hard feelings.”

“You’re the one making this hard! I just came here to call the fake relationship off and because I wanted to spend time with you.” “Why?” Liam boggled at that question and his frown deepened. “What do you mean?” “Why do you want to spend time with me? Thought we broke up?” It was meant to sound sarcastically but it cut deeper than Liam thought it was possible. He bit his lip and stared at Theo. That was what Mason had warned him about. He should have listened to his friend.

“You want a name and then what? Go to the person and be an ass there?” Liam snarled. “Nah, I planned on giving them the talk to treat you right because you fucking deserve it, you precious angel.” Theo snapped back. Liam glared at him, hands slowly balling into fists. Why did every man he liked end up being an asshole these days? “Then go on and have fun, mirror’s over there. While you’re at it, might as well tell yourself to stop being such a freaking asshole. It’s not like I could walk up to you and say ‘Hey, by the way, this whole fake relationship is nice but what about an actual date?’, right? I know you see all this as some prank on Gabe! No need to make this even more painful than it already is for me!” Liam yelled at Theo and the older actually shied back as if he had been hit.

He stared at Liam, completely stunned by the outburst, then he rolled his eyes. “You can’t be that oblivious, can you? Remember what I told your parents? About me noticing you from the start? That wasn’t a lie! I did it the first time you came over with Mason. You were by far the most attractive one here and you seemed like a cool guy. Really think I would invest that much time in a prank on Gabe? If it weren’t for you? Don’t you dare to tell me it was painful for you when I have been crushing on you since basically day one!” Theo yelled back and then grabbed Liam’s face to pull him into a rough kiss. Liam wrapped his arms around Theo’s neck in an instant and returned the kiss. He moaned when Theo bit down on his lower lip, rough enough to draw blood, and licked it away. Now Liam deepened the kiss, fingers running through Theo’s hair and rumpling it. He faintly noticed Theo pushing him back to the bed and him holding on when they both fell on the mattress. After that, it was just all a blur of passion and lust.

****** “Do I want to know why you look so smugly?” Liam asked. He had his chin on Theo’s naked chest and watched the other staring at the ceiling. Now Theo turned to face him, still smirking.

“Simple.” He began. “I had to think about you telling me you never slept with Gabe. I’d say I won.”

Liam rolled his eyes but he had to smile. “I never slept with him because I didn’t love him. You won in that regard too.” He muttered and leaned in to kiss Theo’s.

“Damn right I did.” Theo muttered against his lips and ran a hand through Liam’s tousled hair.

#thiamweek2k17 #thiam #my writing

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Three Dark Crowns review

I’m gonna begin this review going straight to the point of what I thought in general so I can develop the more detailed stuff after. There’s also gonna be a spoilery part at the end, with my thoughts and theories, hidden from view by a cut.

Five stars, no doubt. Three Dark Crowns has just entered my list of favorite books of all time. I loved it, from beginning to end.

It was my first book by Kendare Blake, even though I have had other of her works in my tbr list for longer, and she has made a great first impression.

The thing is: I didn’t expect to love this book. When I first heard about it, I didn’t put it much mind. And then, after it was published, I checked what other people were saying about it, and I was disappointed to see that most of them were criticizing it quite heavily. I had been prepared to drop this book from my tbr list, but then…I read the summary, and I guessed the plot twist.

Yes, I guessed the plot twist. I’ll talk more about this later, but for now I can say that I guessed it, and said: “Well, now I just have to read this book to see how this will be executed.” I do that a lot. Reading a book not because of the twists, but because I want to see how the execution of the twist will go.

Now that I read it, I can understand why some people wouldn’t like it. It seems to me like a book you either love or hate, and while many said that it was boring, or poorly done, I couldn’t disagree more.

Starting with the world-building, I’m gonna say that I was awed. With each new thing I learned about the island of Fennbirn, my excitement grew. Greavesdrake Manor, Prynn, Indrid Down, The Volroy, Wolf Spring, Rolanth, The Gave Noir, The Beltane Festival, The Breccia Domain, The Disembarking, The Queen’s Stages, The Ascension Year, all of them made me giddy. All of them came together to make something amazing.

And the History! I want a book about the History of Fennbirn! Please, please tell me more about the Queens of the past. I want to hear about Camille, Nicola, Sylvia, Shannon, Hadly, Bernardine and all the others! Tell me about the Warriors and the Oracles! Tell me about the Blue Queens! Tell me about the White-handed Queens!

The characters. I was curious to see how the Queens would be developed in a way that showed how different they were from each other, and the book did not fall short. Each Queen had her own worries and personality, and while I’ll admit that Arsinoe is my favorite Queen by far, I like Katharine and Mirabella just fine (I’ll touch more on the Mirabella subject later in this review).

I don’t want any of these girls to die, and I don’t think they will, to be sincere. But if The Ascension Year goes accordingly, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

Apart from the Queens, the other characters were also beautifully done. Especially Jules, Queen of My Heart. To me, the relationships were complex and the bonds felt tangible.

Now begins the spoilery part of the review. There’s gonna be a cut so no one gets accidentally spoiled while I talk about my thoughts and theories.

Well, well, well…

Like I said at the beginning, I guessed the plot twist. How, you ask? My thought process went pretty much like that: “That sounds good, wait…why is the Naturalist Queen named after something that sounds like arsenic? Shouldn’t that be the Poisoner Queen…HOLY CRAP THEY GOT SWITCHED DIDN’T THEY?!”

And that’s how I decided that I had to read this book.

There were things I had theorized that ended up changing as the book progressed though. While I knew Arsinoe was the Poisoner Queen, and I was right, I used to think that someone who favored Mirabella (perhaps the Midwife?) had found a way to switch them as sabotage. Now, I think the Queens themselves decided to switch as part of a plan to make it more difficult to kill each other. How would that work? I don’t know, but it sure is sketchy that Mirabella remembers a lot of her time in The Black Cottage while Katharine and Arsinoe, who were switched, conveniently don’t remember a thing.

I’ve wondered whether Sweetheart was Katharine’s familiar, and I’m torn. She acted like a familiar, but Katharine couldn’t tell that the snake Natalia “found” was not Sweetheart. Perhaps Sweetheart was simply this loyal because Katharine had been with her since she hatched, or perhaps she really was her familiar but Katherine didn’t know she had died because she wasn’t trained in her Naturalist gift.

I wonder if Arsinoe was the only Queen to find out her true gift. Katharine didn’t say anything, but she had to get out of the Breccia Domain somehow, and using a Naturalist’s power might have been the way. Or maybe she simply didn’t fall all the way and climbed back the rest?

Which reminds me, Pietyr you f* up. I know that you were probably thinking that would be a merciful death compared to what the Temple had planned, but boy you f* up.

And talking about The Breccia Domain, I’m gonna throw Joseph into it.

I don’t know if he and Mirabella acted the way they did because of the mess Arsinoe made with the spell, but I wanted to hit them both. I can’t tell who was my least favorite Queen, but this, coupled with Mirabella’s naivety sure annoyed me.

And I’ll admit that I was a little vexed that they had this huge build-up to The Sacrificial Year and it ended up not happening. I had thought that was gonna be when Katherine and Arsinoe would find out they were switched. Maybe Katharine would protect herself with a wall of thorns (how cool would that be?), or maybe the priestesses would try and poison Arsinoe. I kind of wanted everyone in Fennbirn to find out so I could watch them sort through this delicious mess.

Still, I liked how Arsinoe found out. When Jules was dying all that was running through my mind was: “Arsinoe had already eaten some of the candy, hadn’t she?”

Regarding Elizabeth, I’m so sorry.

Regarding Billy and Luke, you’re sweeties. Don’t ever change.

Regarding Madrigal, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.

Regarding Luca, Rho, and Natalia, I don’t trust you either. Though in this case I don’t think any of the readers does.

Regarding Caragh, I hope to see you in the next books.

Regarding Jules, you’re a star and you deserve better than Joseph.

I did wonder about the focus that was put on Jules though. Bree and Elizabeth didn’t receive half of it, and Katharine didn’t even have friends. Maybe there’s a twist involving Jules waiting to happen? Call me crazy, but maybe she’s a Blue Queen?

I can’t wait to find out.

Now I’m gonna sit here and eagerly wait for One Dark Throne.

#three dark crowns #kendare blake #my review #great book #agarotado27dejunho #come talk to me about it #please

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Let’s see how much I can get through

It is the first of June today! So I must wish future self, and anyone who is either a random follower, porn bot, or the most stalkerish friend I have ever met a happy start to Pride month! As usual, a lot has happened and changed over the course of the last time I wrote to you in February, because you know how time can change within the blink of an eye. Or whatever. TO THE FUN STUFF! I have now officially been on summer break for a month. Yes, you heard that right! I had my last exam for the year on Tuesday April 30th for my Survey of the Criminal Justice System course. I ended up with one A+, three regular As, and an -A in my psychology statistics course somehow. My GPA is now sitting at a 3.96. Here are the classes I made it through as a second semester of Freshmen undergrad:

<li type=circle> Cultural Anthropology with prof. Dixon

<li type=circle> Baby Bio (Biology for nonmajors) with Prof. Howard

<li type=circle> Psych Statistics with prof. Prestwood and GA Cloutier

<li typle=circle> Survey of the CJS with Prof. Ruefle

<li type=circle> Composition 2 online with prof Wise

I did not move out of my dorm (RHO 732B) until the 4th of May though, which was a mess, but it’s over with, I don’t have to pay anything, and I never have to interact with Fabi ever again. Thank the lord for he is real. Since then I have gone on a spontaneous trip to Atlanta, Georgia with Gianni and his mother. Another you read that right moment! He loosened up to being labeled boyfriend and girlfriend around spring break and I met his mother during that time. Sweet woman, but she could really use a new filter, I think hers might be clogged. Anyhow, I spent a Saturday through a Thursday with him! Jeez, it was so nice having that huge Wyndham hotel all to ourselves. Every evening when we would return from the days shenanigans we would shower, journal, and then cuddle in the humongous king sized bed anddd.... etc. It was quite a thrill! I am able to say that tomorrow, Sunday June 2nd, I will be driving to Melbourne, Florida to spend one night with him once again at a La Quinta hotel! We’re going to meet up first at the waffle house nearby our hotel at about 2 in the afternoon. I wonder how it’s going to go, especially since he mentioned (not me first) that he needs to pick up rubbers. I am SO excited! Mostly for the bond that I feel is made during penetrative intercourse. If you’re in it just for the physical activity, it is very much overrated. I do like how he phrased it though in the fact that sex is either kind or kinky. I will be updating about that some time next week! I also have somehow found myself shaving a strip. He seems to love that trail, so I guess it’s cool with me! I will be waking up early tomorrow to shave and figure out any last second adjustments. Hopefully I will be more awake than I have been since summer break at 9 in the morning. I will make myself be anyhow. I found that coffee is superior to the wrath of Reign energy drinks for awakeness, but coffee helps my digestive system and Reign actually worsens that. I am slowly falling back into the unhealthy eating habits and I know I have slipped right back into negative body image. It used to be I was ecstatic at a “whopping” 150 pounds. After that, the old Melanie would freak out about losing her curves. I am now slightly about 140 pounds and I still would be happy with even more weight taken off of my 6 foot self. I have kept a lot more of my boob than I had thought, maybe that’s why I am starting to hunger for more weight to drop off of my figure. At the moment, if I lift my arms you can see the protruding 4 bottom ribs. I still cannot believe that a body changes throughout the day. Today, I went out and purchased two wireless bras from the local Target at size L (to be fair, the waistband fit at a medium, but I was not a fan of the quad boob.) As I was taking off one bra on to try another, I had a brief glimpse of the ribs on my chest. Needless to say that I was very shocked. Almost horrified that I have let myself get here. It’s like when I joke about how I never thought I would survive until college, and part of that was very serous. I do not want to meet the monster that is thin-spo me.

#june #june 1 #june 1st #june 2019 #2019 #saturday #i didnt finish this but since it’s the 5th it’s been too long for me to comfortably add onto it #you know things change in the blink of an eye #whatever

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melodramatic-butterfly · 7 years

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Zodiac! 10 Character Meme (Spark’s 13R Countdown Day 7: Free Day)

Here are Fox’s countdown list, Spark’s countdown list, and every 13R countdown post I’ve made

I ended up swapping Day 7 and Day 8 because Fox’s tag has the same challenge the next day, so I’ll just list everything then. :D

Read below!

Choose 10 characters 1. Rho 2. Lord Neith 3. Pandora 4. Stanton 5. Sirna 6. Nishi 7. Mathias 8. Ophiuchus 9. Arryl 10. Hysan 1. 4 has presented you with a peanut-butter and squid taco. I really wouldn't be surprised if Stanton did that. I'd try it, probably, how bad can his cooking be? 2. 7 and 10 are shopping at the mall when 1 runs out of a store with stolen merchandise. What do 7 and 10 do? Mathais and Hysan shopping together cracks me up. Rho would never steal anything, but if she did she'd have a very good reason behind it. Mathais and Hysan probably chase after her, and help her lmao 3. You've brushed your teeth, put on your pajamas, and are about to get into your bed, when you discover that 9 is sleeping in it. What happens next? Arryl in my bed? I'd punch his balls with everything I've got. Filthy jerk. 4. 9 and 8 discover voodoo dolls of 3 and 7. What do they do with them? Ophiuchus and Arryl find dolls of Mathais and Pandora. Arryl would spend time putting needles in both while Ophiuchus doesn't even bother, probably. 5. 6 is feeling out of shape and somehow obtains an exercise machine. 5 decides to help out and becomes his/her trainer. How does that work out? Nishi would probably do that, maybe it might help vent feelings about Deke. Sirna helping ≠ Nishi improve. Probably ends up in a cold argument. 6. Make up an email address for 10. [email protected] 7. While 10 is checking his/her inbox, they receive an email from 1. They open it to find a picture of 5 and 3 hugging each other while passed out on the floor. How does 10 react and what does he/she send back to 1 in response? Hysan checking his email, and gets an email from Rho to see Pandora and Sirna hugging while passed out would probably confuse Hysan, lol. Probably sends back 'Are you okay?' Or something like that 8. 2 wakes up one morning to find him/herself in a random alleyway wearing a plaid shirt, striped pants, and a polka-dot bowtie. His/her reaction? Lord Neith in something like that would make me g r i n. He'd just be like how in Helios? 9. It's Halloween! 7, 10, 6, and 1 are going trick-or-treating. What do they dress up as? 4 is stuck handing out candy while everybody else decides to watch a scary movie. Who wets them self first? Mathias, Hysan, Nishi, and Rho go trick or treating. I bet Mathias would go as a ninja, Hysan as some vampire, Nishi as a Greek goddess, and Rho as a fairy of some sort. Stanton is stuck handing out candy while everyone else, Neith, Pandora, Sirna, Ophiuchus, and Aryll watch a scary movie. Probably Sirna or Ophiuchus. 10. 3, 1, 5, and 4 start up a game of Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Who do they play as and who wins? Pandora, Rho, Sirna, and Stanton. Pandora probably plays like Link, haha while Rho plays as Princess Peach. Lol I sooo see Sirna playing as Zelda! Stanton plays as Donkey Kong. 11. When it's all over, they shut off the game to find themselves turned into the characters they were playing as! Their reactions? Screaming and freaking out. Pandoras screeching because she's the opposite gender and Stanton flips out because he's a monkey. 12. It's the first high school football game of the season! 5, 2, 7, 3, and 9 are on the football team! How do they fare against the other team? Sirna, Neith, Mathais, Pandora, and Aryl. Great. I mean there's probably poor teamwork between Aryl and everyone else, otherwise it's probably not terrible. Mathais would make a great quarterback lol. 13. 1, 4, 6, and 8 on the other hand, are on the cheerleading squad doing their best to support the team! Do they succeed? Or crash and burn? Rho, Stanton, Nishi, and Ophiuchus. Rho and Nishi probably create cool cheers while Stanton is mad Pandora made the team and not him, haha. Ophiuchus is on the side. 14. 10 is in the bleachers observing all of this. What does he/she think about all of it? Hysan is watching Rho the entire time. 15. 3 wakes up one morning to find out he/she cannot speak anything but French and without realizing it, very good French. What does he/she do now? Pandora is probably surprised but pleasantly surprised. Talks to Mathais, whose utterly confused. 16. It's 4's wedding day! Who is he/she marrying? Who (on this list) do they invite and how do they react to having to put on nice clothes? Stanton is marrying Jewel, of course! Rho's the Maid of Honor and either Hysan or Mathais is the Best Man. It'd probably be kind of small, Jewel's family and friends plus Stanton's. On the beach, of course! 17. 5. IS. PREGNANT!!! And 2 is the father! How do the two react? What about everyone else? Sirna, pregnant. Neith's the dad, even though he's an Android 🤔. Both are horrified, it was probably a one night stand, if anything. Everyone else is shocked. 18. 9 months later... Sirna decided to raise it, I guess. 19. 6, 8, 2, and 1 are on a mission to steal the world's largest diamond from a tall office building. 9 is manning the security station. Do the cat-burglars succeed? Nishi, Ophiuchus, Neith, and Rho. Aryl is at the security station, probably steals the diamond himself lmao, so no. 20. 5, 4, 10, 1, and 3 all go to the bookstore. Which section does each one go to? Sirna, Stanton, Hysan, Rho, and Pandora. Sirna heads to the murder mystery novels, Stanton goes to the DC comics, Hysan goes to the tech wizard books, Rho goes to the YA fiction, and Pandora goes to the nonfiction. 21. While they are there, they see Stephen King handing out autographs. Who goes over to say hi? Sirna, hands down. 22. 10, 8, and 7 all get employed as farmhands on a dairy farm for a day. How does that work out? Hysan, Ophiuchus, and Mathais. Probably doesn't work out so well. Hysan and Mathais argue, probably, and Ophiuchus doesn't give that much of a damn to do it. 23. Everyone has been turned into a pokemon. But which ones did they turn into? Rho - Lapras Neith - Mareep Pandora - Swablu Stanton - Magikarp Sirna - Krabby Nishi - Leafeon Mathais - Squirtle Ophiuchus - Haunter Aryl - Zubat Hysan - Luxio 24. 4 has become trapped inside the Mushroom Kingdom. How does he/she get out? Or does he/she? RIP Stanton 2k17 25. Conversely, 2 is stuck on the planet Zebes. How does he/she escape there? me <--- has no idea what that is 26. 10 buys a ticket for a one-week stay on the Disney cruise to get away from it all. As soon as the ship leaves port though, they find that 7, 2, 9, and 5 bought tickets too! How does the vacation go?

Hysan buys a ticket only to see Mathais, Neith, Aryl, and Sirna bought one too. Neith ends up being the only one that actually enjoys himself.

27. 7 has come down with the flu and is also due for a physical. 1 takes him/her to the doctor's office. It's a long wait so how do they pass the time?

Mathais, aww <3 Rho takes him to the doctor’s office. They probably just talk and wait quietly.

28. When they get in, they find that 3 is the doctor! How does 7 take to the mandatory poking and prodding?

Pandora, haha. Mathais tolerates while Rho is probably slightly jealous.

29. 8, 5, 9, 10, and 1 have been turned into babies! 2, 3, 4, 6, and 7 are tasked with taking care of them. Do they do a good job?

Ophiuchus, Sirna, Aryl, Hysan, Rho. The only good baby here is probably Hysan, haha. Neith, aww, I bet he takes care of Hysan well :) Pandora has to deal with Sirna and can’t seem to appease her no matter what. Stanton probably throws Aryl out the window lol while Nishi struggles with Ophiuchus. Mathais is able to get Rho to calm down eventually.

30. 4 gives 8 a makeover. The result?

Stanton gives Ophiuchus a makeover, which is probably disastrous.

#thirteen is rising #thirteen rising countdown #thirteen rising #rhoma grace #romina russell #Spark's thirteen rising countdown

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