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boyfhee · 6 months

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✶ THINKING ABOUT. . . ft. lhs

g fluff w drinking ( he's drunk again ) wc 1.3k note for my darl @isoobie, all my hee works are for her anyway

heeseung doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.

in fact, he doesn't have any— maybe a little bit— but mostly no, and yet still, he doesn't refuse whenever someone offers him a drink. you've been over this many times, telling him that drinking is not comparable to singing and continuing to drink probably won't improve his tolerance, though your effort is of no avail.

because if it were, you wouldn't have been standing inside a restaurant-bar at eleven pm, watching jay and jake trying to get a hold of an almost-passed-out heeseung, who, for some reason, smiles the moment you enter his currently blurry field of vision.

“we're sorry you had to come here this late again,” jake shoots you an apologetic smile, throwing one of heeseung's arms over his shoulder, making sure he doesn't fall because of the lack of sense of balance as jay was at the counter, making payments. “you know how he is, just wouldn't let us drive him back,”

which is another reason why you want him to stop drinking.

the first one being him wanting to only go back with you when he’s drunk out of his mind, pleading to you with the most irresistible pout to let him stay over at your place— it once dragged the two of you into a scandal. it’s worse since he refuses to let anyone else drive him back when he’s drunk off limits, only wanting you to pick him up even if it’s only to drop him at the dorms.

while being your best friend makes him one of your top priorities, it absolutely doesn't mean he can call you at the most ungodly hours and have you pick him up after heavy drinking sessions. and even if he does, he can at least try to be a little decent and cooperate instead of saying that you're the one who's drunk and he will drive you back to your place and even look after you for the rest of the night.

“heeseung, i don't think i'm the one who needs supervision today,” a sigh escapes your lips as you and the boys manage to get him in the back seat of your car.

“i will look after you so, don't worry,” his replies are followed by soft giggles.

then it goes quiet.

you steal a glance at him through the front-view mirror. heeseung is busy basking in the city noise and street lights. cold winds brush past the rosy dust on his cheeks, strands of purple hair dancing in the wind that make him look angelic, his ocean deep eyes telling a story of a million stars under the crescent moon, as if they're communicating in a language so foreign for the humankind to comprehend.

these are the moments when you realise that one could ask why you like heeseung, and you could give a thousand reasons why you're actually in love with him.

“we’re having another comeback,” he speaks above the blaring horns of vehicles. he’s telling you that for the ninth time— six times sober, three drunk, including this one.

“is that why you drank so much? to celebrate?” your chuckle resonates with a hint of sarcasm, words keeping up with him although, your mind is busy focusing on driving as you filter through the traffic. on other days, the roads would've been tamer, a little emptier. though, the weekends are not.

heeseung exhales heavily. “maybe,”

and it gets quiet once again.

you can hear him say a few things here and there, giggling about something amidst himself, his words too quiet to be coherent to your ears. you don’t quite remember when you and him got so close, to the point where he started calling you for help in every minor inconvenience instead of his brother. you were just a neighbour he bumped into around the dorms, voluntarily and willingly, and now you’re his best friend in just ten months.

“are you still thinking about the comeback?” the question leaves your mouth the moment you park in front of his dorms, holding the door open for him to get out of the car. “can i get a spoiler, or do you still remember the company guidelines even when you’re drunk?”

heeseung and you have been on opposite tracks ever since the day you met, and it doesn't even have to do with your zodiacs and personality— you can’t sing to save your life, while he earns off music— and, you don't know how you both got to a point where he's the person you trust blindly and you're the one he seeks for in the dead of the nights. it's something that comforts you while reminding you how you both have completely different worlds. perhaps, it's in the habits and insecurities that follow, or the simple realisation that heeseung is a star while you're just a planet revolving around.

there's a line between him and you that's stopping you from entering his world, and vice-versa.

“heeseung,” you call him again, putting an extra emphasis to get his head out of whatever comeback related thoughts he’s having, grabbing his arm to get him out of the car.

“i'm thinking about something else,” you scrunch up your nose when he speaks while practically reeking off alcohol. “i'm thinking about you,”

that’s not the first.

and then, he settles his eyes on you, one arm around your waist for support, fixating his gaze on you for a better look as if he has never seen you before. heeseung leans against your car, spending the next five minutes staring at you as you stare back at him with the same interest, or perhaps more, before he breaks into a soft giggle. “you're cute,”

that’s a first.

you don't want to overthink and assume a completely different meaning of his words, changing the trajectory of your relationship— which is actually what you want but, not this way— you decide to play along. “well, i believe i'm more than just cute for being the one to pick you up whenever you're wasted—”

“and pretty,” another first, and then follows a step that he takes towards you. “you're beautiful, smart and cute and. . .and did i tell you that you’re beautiful? i don't know what i'm saying,” a hiccup, his hand brushes against yours, it’s not an accident. he caresses your hand, looking at you with a flushed face and speaking with soft giggles, “i think i'm in love with you,”

“i think, you don't know what you're saying,” you interject with a chuckle, trying to put up a normal front while in reality, you're losing sense of everything because heeseung is confessing to you; and, it's both an honour and a shame because he is intoxicated at the moment.

“i don't,” he exhales.

heeseung falls quiet once again. there's dejection on his face along with hints of desperation to voice his exact feelings, to make sure you understand how he feels about you, and you know his words couldn't be clearer, but he is drunk. you know better than trusting saccharine words laced with the smell of alcohol, although you would've already kissed him if you were braver and he was sober.

“but i really love you,” he says again, chanting the same words to you as if those three words are the only thing that make sense right now. "we’re having a comeback,"

and heeseung also has a habit of talking pointlessly, repeating the same things over and over again when he’s drunk. another step towards, his hands brush against yours before he links his index finger with yours. you almost give in, almost, finding it hard to control yourself through the close proximity between him and you. you find yourself getting drunk on the alcohol in the breathe, or the way his lips are barely centimetres away from yours.

“i love you,” he repeats again, and you’re frozen in your stance, and he has no plans of backing out, you’re expecting him to bring up the comeback again, but he just presses his lips against yours before pulling back. “so please remind me if i forget any of this tomorrow,”

and then his lips are back on yours.

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jazzmasternot · 1 month

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Hazbin hotel college AU head cannons

Note: decided to write these out after reading @sprainedwriting’s fanfic about Adam being a frat boy and I took that concept and ran with it.

Obviously this is based off of my own university experience where I attend a really big public university in the southern US. so that’s where my takes are coming from.

This is also my first time writing anything on here so there’s that aswell.

Charlie

Majors in musical theatre, but not performance education. She wants to be the unhinged theatre teacher that everyone loves. Lives in one of those really fancy student apartment lofts with keke. And is part of the cat club where she feeds the cats on campus

Vaggie

She probably does something super hard like biomedical engineering (let’s go women in stem!) which takes up allot of her time already. Is also an RA for one of the dorms on campus which is good for her bc free housing and gets paid to do her homework at the front desk. Met Charlie in an English class and have been together ever since. When she’s not on call she’s spending the night at Charlie’s and Charlie’s almost always sitting at the front desk with vaggie even tho she doesn’t work or live at the dorm and no one says anything bc it’s just not that deep.

Alastor

Majors in audio engineering and runs the campus radio station that people definitely still listen too. He went to community college first then transferred to a four year (to save money ofc) and is a commuter where he still lives with his mom. Does work study where he works the front desk of the library where he does his homework and works on his scripts for his radio show. Has no interest in working with Vox since he runs the tv channel simply bc he doesn’t want all that extra work. Still takes his notes on pen and paper and still has a nightmare of a time figuring out to electronically submit all his assignments and take his tests.

Angel dust

Okay so hear me out he majors in math ikik it sounds crazy but every gay math major I’ve ever met acts just like Angel dust. Goes to raves and frat parties even tho the guys don’t want him there but he always brings girls with him so the kinda have to let him in. Does nude modeling for extra cash at the art school so he’s kinda a celeb over there even tho he’s not in anyway related to that major.

Husk

Majors in Restaurant and hotel management and is one of those college students that are in their late twenties so already has more life experience than most other ppl here so he doesn’t do allot of the stupid college that allot of other ppl do. Lives in some off campus apartment that’s just a large house rented out to students made to look like a apartment (yk the ones in talking abt) works at the dive bar located just off campus that everyone goes to atleast once in their four years.

Sir pentious

Majors in mechanical engineering or industrial design I can’t really decided. Definitely uses the 3D printer all the time and is on the robotics team, which wins every competition they go to.

Nifty

She’s changed her major so many times nobody knows anymore. Is part of the kpop club and has biases complete with intricately decorated covers, like she has so many photo cards. Also runs the campus hotties account where it’s just a bunch of candids of cute guys taken from far away. Will also get really pissed if you don’t wash your dishes bc it will attract bugs so if ur her roommate you better do the dam dishes.

Cherry bomb

Art major and is the one who got Angel the nude modeling gig. Is always pulling all nighters bc she kept postponing the assimgment till the last minute. Has probably vandalized a couple buildings surrounding the university but hasn’t been caught. Goes to raves and the aforementioned frat parties with Angel. Also has a traffic cone in her dorm room for no other reason than just bc.

Vox

Majors in multi media marketing, runs the campus tv and YouTube channel. Definitely the president of a frat that inflates his ego more than it already is. Always at sporting events at the front row with all the frat guys giving everyone the inside scoop and game commentary. Is very pissed that alastor won’t work with him. Treats himself like a campus celebrity even tho ppl could care less and are just trying to get their degree.

Valentino

majors in film and media productions yeah he’s one of those. Always asking if you’ve seen pulp fiction and telling you that you need to watch some random black and white movie that’s only in French. Will definitely invite you over to watch something with you but we all know that’s not the case. Also all his film projects has allot of unnecessary nudity and sex under the guise of artistic expression, even when it’s so not relevant to the plot. Unless it’s a film that he’s making for the university in which case Vox is controlling every aspect of it which in this case is a good thing. Smokes in his dorm room without a care in the world and has really loud inconsiderate sex at any random point in the 24 hour day cycle.

Velvette

Majors in public relations and runs the university’s Instagram account. She’s always walking up to ppl with a lil microphone to ask you to tell us what you’re wearing. Speaking off she always comes to class dressed up (like the international students) no leggings and tennis shoes for her. Also is definitely in a divine nine sorority, and runs their insta too.

Carmilla

She’s a professor for the aerospace engineering dept and shes here bc she got sick of making rockets for Lockheed Martin and reatheon. Hella smart and ppl are baffled that she chose to give up a seven figure job to teach a bunch of college kids but she’s so chill abt it tho.

Zestial

Definitely English lit professor, makes you read the books no one’s heard of and not the classics. Always brings his own open regular coffee mug from his house to sip his tea from instead of a thermos, everyone asks how he doesn’t spill it on his ride to work. Also just straight up has an electric kettle in his office so he can have tea whenever he wants. Takes turns with carmilla eating lunch in each other’s offices.

Rosie

Studies agriculture sciences and food processing. Will probably run a slaughter house when she’s done with her degree. Hangs out with Alastor in his radio booth from time to time just to gossip about whatever drama is going around lately. Wears long skirts and a tote bag all the time. Is always sweet to Charlie and Emily, also loathes Vox just as much as Alastor she just finds him annoying.

Lucifer

Is probably a religion professor that’s not religious at all and is super laid back in his class like one easy discussion board post a week. The kinda guy to be like “it’s so nice out let’s have class outside today guys” or “if I make this shot ur all getting extra credit on the quiz this week”.

Adam

Definitely majors in finance and is a frat boy. And his band plays at all the said frat parties. Is very insufferable to talk to at parties will try tell you how crypto is the currency of the future and how wolf of Wall Street is his favorite movie. Has a Saturdays are for the boys flag in his room and navy blue sheets. Oh did I mention he vapes he definitely vapes those Mike Tyson ones that taste awful and look like bricks yeah those. Always gets drunk at the tailgate way before the game is even started.

Lute

Yeah she’s in premed and wants everyone to know she’s better than you bc of it. Everyone else’s major is easy compared to hers so don’t you dare complain about all your assignments in her vicinity. She’s basically made it her whole identity like she’s in the premed honors society, future doctors of America. Types her notes on her laptop and then rewrites them with all her gel pens and fancy highlighters, like thee be so colorfull and pretty then the title would be something like blood clots. Still friends with Adam bc they went to the same highschool together and always helping him with his homework in turn he gets her into the tailgate tents and frat parties so she always gets free alcohol.

Emily

Majors in Elementary education and looks like it too, with the Stanley cup, James Avery charm bracelet, and all. She also takes super pretty notes but she does them in class which is super power all in itself, like her desk is scattered with gel pens and highlighters of every color and swears by her bullet journal. She also feeds the cats on campus with Charlie and runs the arts and crafts club on campus where they always host events like tote bag painting in the grass area of the university. Also doesn’t drink bc she’s not twenty one yet even tho she’s in college and definitely won’t smoke even tho most of the ppl that show up to her events are total potheads

Sera

She’s like the university president who doesn’t actually GAF abt the students and just fund’s athletics and raises tuition every year under miscellaneous fees. She tries to come off as supportive when she’s out in public but no one’s buying it.

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growingstories · 3 months

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Danny the feeder

At 36 years old, Danny was in amazing shape, tall, very handsome and had a big paycheck as a freelance tax consultant. He was a proud gay man and a fitness freak, spending hours in the gym sculpting his physique. However, Danny had a peculiar habit that raised a few eyebrows among his friends.

Danny had a tendency to seek out young, ripped men at gay bars and take them home. But instead of pursuing typical romantic relationships, he would shower them with gifts, cook delicious meals, and pay for everything. He would manipulate them into eating more, making them lazy, and ultimately causing them to gain weight. Once they complained about their newfound weight and planning on losing weight, Danny would break up with them and move on to his next victim.

One day, Danny met Diego, a student from Brazil. Diego fell head over heels for Danny, enticed by not only the great sex but also the lavish meals, gifts, and new clothes. However, as time went on, Diego began to feel lonely and lazy. Danny forbade Diego from going to the gym without him or going out in general. Danny would make sure to keep Diego busy with big meals, Netflix series, expensive gifts and sex, lots of sex. Danny was hitting Diego up and lured him into eating a bit more in return of a blowjob or all the way. Diego would be too full and tired to get out of bed which gives Danny time for a good workout. Danny would let Diego stay in bed for days bringing him more food and sex. The only time Diego would be outside was for his classes or to drive from home to a restaurant for a lavish meal combined with lots of booze followed by passionate sex.

Three months into their relationship, Diego found himself ten kilograms heavier, feeling lazy, and having lost his coveted six-pack. Danny, however, had already started shopping for bigger-sized clothes to accommodate Diego's expanding waistline. Diego wanted to eat healthy again and go to the gym to get back in shape, which led to many very heated arguments with Danny. Danny labeled un himgrateful and tossed him out of his place.

Back in his dorm, Diego found himself broke and with clothes that no longer fit him. Six months passed, and in a desperate attempt to move on, Diego decided to visit a gay bar. There, he struck up a conversation with handsome Thomas, a cute nerd with a bit of a potbelly. However, Thomas revealed that he was already in a relationship but promissed to stay in contact as friends.

Curiosity sparked, Diego checked Thomas's Instagram and discovered that Thomas was Danny's new boyfriend. Thomas, too, had fallen victim to Danny's manipulative ways, as evident by his potbelly becoming more prominent with each passing week on social media.

Diego started chatting to Thomas determined to help both himself and Thomas escape from Danny's clutches, Diego told him how he himself was being manipulated to eat more and gain weight. Thomas was surprised to hear that Danny would do this to guys. Diego asked how Thomas was allowed to leave the house without him. Thomas told Diego that he had been in in the house for 4 days of not stop eating, Netlfix and sex and that he really needed to leave so he did without Danny. Danny was furious when he got home and played the victim. Thomas felt sorry for Danny and gave him another chance, resulting into more eating and control by Danny. Diego concocted a plan and asked Thomas to trust him and do what he would say.

Diego started to flirt with Danny online, showcasing his new and improved body. Even though he never git his six pack back he looked better then ever. Danny, unable to resist the temptation, invited Diego to a restaurant. Danny informed Thomas that he had a business engagement and would be home at 8, while simultaneously Diego instructed Thomas to prepare a sumptuous dinner for himself and Danny.

At the restaurant, Diego ordered large meals, feigning an inability to finish them. Danny, eager to please Diego, gladly polished off the leftovers. Back at home, Thomas prepared an indulgent dinner, but Danny claimed he wasn't hungry. Thomas persisted with his questions of where he was until Danny finally relented and ate to avoid further interrogation.

This pattern continued for several weeks, with Thomas and Diego successfully luring Danny into overeating. Thomas noticed Danny's abs becoming less defined and shared his observations with Diego, confirming that their plan was indeed working. Thomas too, continued to gain weight as Danny kept feeding him snacks and binge watch nights of Netflix. Together, Diego and Thomas initiated phase two.

Diego invited Danny over to his place, ensuring that Thomas could go to the gym while Danny was occupied with him. Thomas prepared a breakfast for Danny upon his return, followed by morning intimacy. Then, as Danny headed off to work, Diego had a big dinner prepared to satiate Danny's ever-growing appetite.

Weeks went by, and Danny expanded larger and larger, becoming an ex-jock with a prominent belly. People at the gym started to make remarks about his weight gain, but he dismissed these comments by claiming that he was bulking up. Still addicted to the attention, the sex, and the food, Danny continued to eat whatever Thomas and Diego served him in exchange for their affection.

Months passed, and Danny's once athletic physique was now unrecognizable. With a big belly and struggling to tie his shoes, Danny found himself helpless and unable to stop. He pleaded with Diego to stop cooking such lavish meals, but Diego shut him down, reminding him to eat his food or there would be no sex. Thomas followed suit, and Danny resigned himself to this new reality. But also Diego and Thomas could’t keep up with the amounts of food they were having. Diego started to grow a belly again and Thomas just continued to grow bigger. It was really urgent to change.

Phase four was the final stage of their plan. Both Thomas and Diego decided to break up with Danny simultaneously, leaving him completely surprised. They told Danny the truth about how Danny had manipulated and mistreated them, using food as a weapon to control their weight. Danny broke down in tears, expressing sincere remorse and apologizing to both of them. Danny had transformed into a blimp of his former self, and he didn't know where to start on his journey toward redemption. It was at this moment that Thomas and Diego, having seen the error of their ways, decided to show compassion and take care of Danny. Despite their tumultuous history, they began to rebuild their friendship, ensuring that Danny remained full and satisfied so that he wouldn't be driven to manipulate and harm others again.

#fictionalweightgain #maleweightgain #maleweightgainstories #weightgain #weightgainstories #fictionalstories #wg fantasy #wg fiction #exjock #aiweightgain

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wzy3ka · 9 months

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| drunk dormmate ⋆ ˚｡⋆ Y.JW (양정원)

Dormmate!jungwon x fem!reader .790. || you pick up your drunk dormmate jungwon.

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk jungwon, kisses, fluff

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"Don't wait for me for dinner!”

Jungwon, your dormmate said before walking through the door.

You shrugged your shoulders, took your phone out, and started eating some ramyeon you had prepared earlier. Hours later, you felt your phone vibrating on top of your face. Unconsciously, you denied the number. Your phone rang again, but this time you answered.

"Since I answered you at 1:42 a.m are you gonna leave me alone, now?"

"Okay, calm down, Sleeping Beauty. I know it's bothersome to get a call when you're trying to sleep, but I need your help" A male voice corresponded.

You sighed, "Okay, I'm listening"

'To start off, I'm Jay, one of Jungwon's friends, and if I'm not wrong, you're his dormmate" You heard him screaming some names,

"Sorry, Hesseung and Jake are having a dance battle" You snorted amused. "Where was I?"

"'And, if I'm not wrong, you're his dormmate'?" You tried refreshing his memory.

"Oh, yeah. Can you come to pick him up?" He finally asked.

"This late?"

"Please, Y/n"

'Fine, send me the dress"

You ended the call and Jay took no time in sending you the address.

With a heavy sigh, you took the keys of your car, and headed toward the address Jay had sent you.

"The things I do for this dumbass" You mumbled to yourself. Before entering the bar.

You saw two guys dancing on the dance floor, taking their most prohibited dance steps out. You, then, saw a guy with a worried expression, and two others sleeping on the table.

You, then, recognized one of them as your roommate, Jungwon. So the awoken one might have been Jay. You walked toward their table, still hesitant.

"Um, hi? Are you Jay?"

"Yeah, and you must be Y/n. I owe you one, you're my savior. Do you need help to carry Jungwon to your car?"

"No, thank you. You already have too much to handle"

"If you ever need someone to talk to, you already have my number!

"Thanks. Same to you"

Jay helped you get Jungwon up and you placed his arm on your shoulders. He was heavier than he seemed. You gagged at the strong smell of alcohol present on his clothes. You took him to your car and put the seatbelt on him. When you were in your seat, you started driving to your dorm.

It was another long voyage to the dorm.

When both of you finally made it to the dorm, you took him to his room and placed him on his bed.

You walked to his closet and searched for a t-shirt and some sweatpants. "Can't believe I'm doing this" You sighed closing your eyes. As you could, you took his shirt off and put the clean one on him. You, then, took his jeans off and out on him his clean pants, You took his dirty cloth, ready to head out of the room.

However, he had other plans.

"Girlfriend, I don't want to sleep," He said, appearing by your side.

"G-Girlfrined?" You stammered, a blush making its way to your cheeks.

"Yeah, aren't you my girlfriend?" You shook your head, “Then, I'll make you my girlfriend. Let's have a date" He side-hugged you.

"Right now?". Jungwon nodded. "It's 20:30 a.m., there's no open restaurant"

"Then, uh, let's watch movies" He exclaimed excitedly.

"Jungwon I want to sleep" You whined.

"You'll sleep while we watch movies. I want to spend time with my girlfriend" He took your hand.

Butterflies. That's everything that described the moment; everything you felt.

"Fine". Jungwon giggled before taking his blanket and wrapping you in it.

"Don't take it off. You'll get a cold" He warned, fixing his blanket on you. You went to the living room and sat beside Jungwon. He turned on the TV, putting on The Lady and The Tramp.

Once the movie started, Jungwon put an arm around your shoulders.

Halfway through it, without noticing you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours. When the movie was almost finished, you were already asleep... kind of.

Jungwon seemed to notice it. He placed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

"I love you, Y/n. I hope you someday realize my feelings for you"

However, you heard it, since you were only trying to fall asleep.

Deep down in your heart, you hoped it was real. Without noticing, you were smiling. He stared at you cluelessly. You opened your eyes and tackled him to a hug.

"I love you, too". With that, he was about to kiss you. "Wait, so you're not drunk anymore?" He shook his head, before taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately.

#enhypen jungwon #enhypen x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon #enha #enhypen #yang jungwon #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #Jungwon imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen scenarios

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sweetestdesire · 8 months

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THE ICE BREAKER — P.4

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): NHL hockey player!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which sometimes the greatest gift is a second chance.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you angels enjoy part 4 for The Ice Breaker series! You can find the series masterlist here.

"Why do you want to watch the hockey game?" Lindsay asked as the two girls got their jackets and shoes on.

"I want to see Rafe play." It was the truth. In spite of how he'd made her feel the night before, Y/N wanted to know more about him.

"Is Maria going to come, too?"

Y/N glanced at her roommate with a frown.

"Why not? What happened? Why were you guys fighting last night?"

Y/N blew out a frustrated sigh and zipped her jacket up. After her disastrous evening with Rafe at the restaurant, she'd come back to the dorm and confronted Maria. It hadn't been pretty and she was still smarting over her supposed friend's betrayal of her confidence.

"Come on, Y/N. You can tell me anything.” Lindsay pleaded as they headed out of their shared room.

Y/N offered her friend a half smile. "I know. Maria and I... she just did something stupid and it hurt me."

"What did she do?"

Hesitantly, Y/N explained to Lindsay about what Rafe had said and his emphatic apology. She'd been hurt by his words and the fact that he'd even repeated them to her. Since his apology had been so sincere, she'd decided to give him another shot. She couldn't deny that she liked him and wanted to get to know him better.

Maria on the other hand, had no business saying anything about Y/N. She had unleashed all her anger and hurt at her friend after changing out of her date outfit. Maria had at first denied saying anything to Jordan, but Y/N had pressed on. Eventually, Maria had admitted that she'd said something, but it was supposedly because Jordan had been asking about Y/N.

"That shouldn't have made a difference!" Y/N had yelled at her. "You're supposed to be my friend."

"I am your friend!"

"Then why did you tell Jordan that I'm a slut?"

Maria had gaped at her before giving an indignant reply. "I didn't say that. I only told him that that wasn't your first one-night stand."

At which point, Y/N had thrown her hands in the air. "You may as well have. That's how he took it, anyway."

"That's not my fault if he did. It's not my fault he said anything to Rafe either."

"You shouldn't have said anything about me at all!" Y/N had exploded.

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Anything but talk about me, Maria."

Maria had stared at her with a wounded expression, as if she were the wronged person. Y/N had been so upset that she'd stalked away without another word.

Although she and Maria hadn't been the closest of friends, they'd known each other for long enough that Y/N would have thought she could trust Maria. What hurt the most was that Maria didn't think she'd done anything wrong. She hadn't even bothered to offer an apology.

"That's crazy, Y/N.” Lindsay said after Y/N finished recapping everything. They were outside, walking to a nearby bar to watch the hockey game. "I can't believe Maria would do something like that."

"Neither can I.” Y/N replied with a heavy sigh. "Whatever. When she's ready to apologize for what she did, I might listen."

"I hate to see you guys fighting."

"I don't like fighting either, but she was being stupid."

They fell silent for a block and then Lindsay shook her head. "What was she thinking? That spilling some gossip about you might get that Jordan guy to like her, or something?"

Y/N confessed that she hadn't given much thought to Maria’s side of the story. She'd just been furious with Maria for betraying her. Y/N had told Lindsay and Maria about her one-night stands and no one else. Now Y/N felt like she couldn't confide anything to Maria.

"Is this the place?" Lindsay asked as they crossed a busy intersection.

Y/N nodded and they went inside to find a place to sit. The bar wasn't busy, being a Sunday afternoon. There was a big screen TV on one wall and the two girls sat across from it just as the first period was starting.

Y/N’s knowledge of hockey was limited. She recalled the basics from her childhood of watching with her father, but most of the rules and nuances were lost on her. After their first round of drinks and some appetizers, Lindsay made an annoyed sound.

"I don't get it." She shoved a nacho heaped with salsa in her mouth.

Y/N laughed as she glanced at her friend. "I'm not up to speed on the rules either."

"Which one is Rafe?"

"He's the center for the Hurricanes."

"How much longer is this going to be?" Lindsay asked at the start of the third period.

"You're not having fun?" It had taken Y/N a little while to pick up some of the plays, but now that she was staring to remember different things, she was enjoying it.

Lindsay shrugged and turned her glass around in her hands. "I don't mind staying if you want to."

"It's alright.” Y/N said and downed the last of her drink. "We can go. I should get in some studying before classes start tomorrow."

Lindsay nodded and they waved the bartender over so they could pay their tab. They chatted as they walked back to the University and up to their room. Lindsay left right away again, going to the library for some research.

Y/N straightened out her desk and sat down to get some work done. She'd been at it for about half an hour when she realized she wasn't getting anything accomplished. So, she moved to her bed and made herself comfortable with a book.

Dinner time rolled around and she went down to the cafeteria with Lindsay. They ran into Maria who gave them the cold shoulder. Miffed, Lindsay told Y/N she was on her side, no doubt about it. Y/N merely smiled and shrugged. She didn't want Lindsay choosing sides, but if Maria was going to continue to be so immature, Y/N wasn't going to dissuade her.

While Y/N headed back to their room, Lindsay caught up with some of her other friends from one of her classes. As Y/N was settling on her bed again, her phone rang and her heart leapt in her chest.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N." Rafe’s smooth voice came over the line and Y/N suppressed a shiver.

I guess I'm over what he said to me last night, she thought with an idiotic grin. "Hi, Rafe. How was your game?"

"Good. We won."

"That's great!"

Rafe chuckled. "It is great."

"Lindsay and I went to a bar down the block to watch."

"Did you?" He sounded surprised. "What did you think?"

"I was kind of disappointed that you weren't on screen more.” Y/N confessed.

Again, Rafe’s deep laugh filled her ear. Y/N reclined on her pillows and squeezed her eyes shut. She was so attracted to this man and knew she should still be at least a little upset over what he'd said last night. Somehow, she just wanted to see him again, preferably naked.

“If you'd wanted to watch the game, why didn't you tell me? I could’ve got tickets for you."

"Really? Oh, I couldn't ask you for tickets, Rafe."

"Why not? It's the least I could do."

Y/N didn't reply at first. She knew he was referring to last night, but she was reluctant to bring it up. She supposed that the mature thing to do would be to discuss it, not pretend it never happened.

"How about I get you tickets to the game on Tuesday night?"

"Tuesday?"

"Shit, you have school this week, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't have a class on Wednesday morning. I could go."

"Great! Check with your roommate and I'll get you two tickets."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course! I'd like to see you there."

"See me?" Y/N laughed. "Won't you be busy?"

"A little.” He agreed with a chuckle. "But I'll look for you during timeouts."

"Why?" She bit her lip as soon as the word slipped out and she wondered what he'd say.

"I want to see you again, Y/N."

She was unbelievably pleased that he'd confessed that to her. "There are easier ways of doing that."

"True, but I don't want to rush you."

"Rush me?"

"Yeah. After last night, I thought you might not want to see me for a few days."

"Me too, but I'd be alright with seeing you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Really?"

"Sure. Are you busy?"

"Uh, won't you be? It'll be Monday."

"Well, if you can come to the University, or somewhere close by, we could meet for lunch or coffee or something."

"I can do that. My practice is in the morning."

"Great! I'd like to talk to you."

"Oh, yeah?" He gave a nervous laugh that Y/N found adorable.

Who was she kidding? Everything about him was adorable and impossibly sexy, from his hair to his wide, dimpled smile.

"Yeah. I think we need to talk about... about last night." Y/N started to sweat the second she said it, but she was proud of herself for being the one to bring it up.

"I think so, too."

"Okay."

They fell silent and Y/N stifled a giggle as she listened to Rafe sigh heavily on his end.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes." She told him about a nearby cafe and they agreed on a time to meet.

"I'll have the tickets for you as well."

"Sounds great."

Y/N was still lying on her bed, her phone cradled against her chest and a dreamy smile on her face when Lindsay walked into their room.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing.” Y/N replied without looking at her friend. She couldn't believe her mood had turned around so completely from last night. She'd gone from total embarrassment to excited giddiness in less than twenty-four hours. "Hey, you want to go to a hockey game on Tuesday night?"

Lindsay stopped and stared at her roommate. "Are you kidding?"

"Nope." Y/N sat up on her bed and tossed her phone on her nightstand. "Rafe said he can get me tickets."

"You talked to him? Oh, Y/N, that's great!"

Y/N grinned. It was fantastic.

Rafe told himself to concentrate on practice and not worry about his afternoon date with Y/N. Ever since he'd watched her walk away on Saturday, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. It was a lucky thing that his teammates had been so on the ball on Sunday afternoon, otherwise that game could have been a disaster for Rafe. He'd even had trouble lacing his damn skates.

"Cameron!"

Rafe looked up from his stretching to see Brent gliding across the ice towards him.

"What's up?"

"Have you talked to your lady friend lately?" Brent asked with a grin.

Rafe rolled his eyes. It had been almost a full day since someone had last teased him about Y/N. He knew Brent wasn't doing it to be mean. More than anything, the other man was curious and probably hoped that things would work out.

"I talked to her yesterday. We're meeting up later."

"That's good. You're not taking any more advice from Jordan, are you?"

After his terrible date with Y/N on Saturday, Rafe had confessed his gaffe to Brent the following day at practice. Brent had been good about it, not laughing outright. He had, however, berated Rafe for taking anything Jordan had to say seriously.

"I didn't get the chance to talk to her myself, but Y/N seemed nice.” Brent said. "Try not to be such a douche next time, alright?"

Rafe barked out a laugh and nodded. "I'll try."

Brent nodded and tapped his stick against Rafe’s pads. They skated around the ice together before gathering with the other players around the head coach to begin the day's practice.

Several hours later, Rafe climbed out of am Uber in front of the cafe where he was meeting Y/N. He thought that he'd be the first one there, but when he walked inside, he spotted Y/N at a table near the window. She looked up as he entered and a shy smile touched her lips.

"Hi, Y/N.” Rafe greeted as he approached the table.

"Hi."

Rafe pulled his jacket off and sat down across from her. Neither of them said anything after he'd ordered a coffee and he wondered if they'd ever get that closeness back. He wanted to redo Saturday night and this time, he'd be damn sure to keep his mouth shut.

"I have your tickets." Rafe broke the silence. He twisted to reach into his inside jacket pocket.

Y/N grinned as she accepted the tickets and Rafe’s chest swelled. My God, she's so beautiful, he thought and nervously clenched his fists in his lap.

"Thank you so much, Rafe. Lindsay said she'd come to the game with me. I'm so excited!"

"That's great. Maybe after the game I can take you and Lindsay out for a drink."

Her eyebrows lifted as she tucked the tickets into her purse. "Both of us?"

"She's your best friend. Why wouldn't I take you both?"

"That's so..." Y/N’s voice trailed off and she shook her head.

"So?" He prompted and then grinned. "Sexy?"

She laughed.

"Sweet? Generous?" He tried again and leaned forward as she let out more of her bright laughter. He could drink that sound in for days.

"All of those things." Her laughter faded and she smiled at him before leaning her elbows on the table. "We need to talk."

Rafe winced. "I know. I can't apologize enough for what happened on Saturday."

"Stop. You already said you're sorry. I didn't meet you today just to get you to say it again."

"No?"

She shook her head, never taking her eyes from his.

"Then why did you want to meet?" He paused and studied her face before giving her a brief wink. "You just wanted the tickets, didn't you?"

She laughed at him. "No! I wanted to see you, Rafe."

Rafe didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm not going to lie,"Y/N said as the waitress brought his coffee over. "It bothered me when you said... what you did on Saturday night."

"Y/N.”

"No, let me finish." She held up a hand to stop him. "It hurt, but I was more upset because my friend, Maria would say something like that about me." Y/N paused, her eyes looking back and forth between Rafe’s. "I'm not claiming to be innocent or anything like that, but I don't... I don't sleep around. I don't have sex with just any man who talks to me."

Rafe watched her as she spoke and followed the pink color as it rose in her cheeks. She kept looking into his face while she explained, impressing him with her courage. He wasn't sure if he could manage the same thing had their positions been reversed. God help him, all his blood was steadily being diverted south of his brain.

"I don't want you to think of me that way."

"I don't." He reached for one of her hands without thinking about it.

"That's good." She let out a nervous laugh and allowed him to close his hand around her fingers. "I'd hate for that to be your first impression of me."

"Do you want to know what my first impression was?" Rafe asked as he stroked his thumb across her soft knuckles.

"What?"

"I thought you were drawing on the table in that bar."

She burst out laughing and covered her face with her free hand. "How embarrassing.”

Laughing along with her, Rafe gently tugged her hand down from her face. "I thought it was intriguing. I wanted to talk to you."

"Well, you did. You did that, and more."

They fell silent as the memory of that night swept through both of them. Y/N was the first to drop her gaze, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Rafe shifted in his seat, tightening his fingers around hers.

"I didn't want to talk to you just because you're beautiful, and you are, so beautiful."

Her lashes fluttered and she glanced up at him. Rafe dropped his chin and smiled on the same level as her gaze.

"I wanted to find out what you were doing alone at that table. I wanted to know your name and ask you out.”

"All before you even walked over?" She sounded incredulous.

"Yeah. Don't you believe me?"

She shrugged, meeting his eyes. "I guess I do. If you didn't, why would you have come over?"

"Right."

She studied him, as if trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. Rafe held his breath for several heartbeats until her face relaxed into a smile again.

"So in between our first meeting and when you took me home, what made you change your mind?"

Rafe blinked, taken aback by her question. "I don't understand."

She flushed and her eyes skittered away. "I mean, you said you wanted to ask me out. What made you decide to take me home instead?"

Now it was Rafe who felt the warmth creeping over his face. He chuckled and squeezed her hand before answering. "I don't know, Y/N. I just... we were talking and I was having a good time. Then we were sitting together and I... I..."

He tried to think of the right words. Nothing other than 'I wanted inside you so badly I couldn't see straight' came to mind. Somehow, he didn't think that would impress her. Rafe looked into her eyes and grinned when he saw the sparkle there.

She giggled and covered her mouth with her free hand. "I think I understand."

"Do you?" Rafe was afraid he'd offended her again.

She nodded and squeezed his fingers in return. In response, all his blood fled his brain and gathered below his waist.

"I understand because it was the same for me, I think."

"Really? Thank God." Rafe’s reaction was immediate and he felt embarrassed until Y/N laughed again.

"Well, now that we've got that straightened out, there was something else I wanted to talk about.” Y/N said as she patted his hand.

"Something else?" Rafe took a swig of his coffee, wincing when it burned his tongue. "I'll talk about anything you want, Y/N."

"You're so accommodating." There was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. "But I'm not sure if you'll like this."

Rafe lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sure I can handle it."

"I hope so." She paused and drew in a deep breath. "I want to date you, Rafe, and I want to start at the beginning. I want to forget about Saturday night and start over fresh."

When she stopped, Rafe studied her. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was getting at and the tingling in his groin didn't like it.

“Okay.” He replied tentatively.

The blush was back in her cheeks and her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hold his gaze. "I hope you don't think this sounds too immature of me, but I don't want to rush into anything."

"I don't want to make you rush."

"So, you don't mind if we... if we don't... that is, I really liked... what we did on Friday.” She stammered. "But I think we rushed into that. I... I'd like to get to know you better before we do that again."

Her meaning sank in and Rafe nodded. Inside, his mind and body were screaming, No, no! Don't make me wait! But he was a gentleman. He hadn't been raised to push a woman into something she didn't want. "Okay."

Y/N lifted an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Okay? Really?"

Rafe gave a wry laugh and shook his head. He felt he needed to be truly honest with her. "No, not really, but I like you, Y/N. I'm willing to do whatever you want if it means I get to spend more time with you."

"I think that's the sweetest thing any guy has ever said to me." She looked flustered and Rafe felt her try to tug her hand away from his.

"I'm already sorry for when I have to go on another road trip." He ought to bring it up, to remind both of them of his career obligations.

"Oh, yeah.” She agreed with a nod. "Well, we can talk on the phone and see each other whenever you’re in North Carolina."

"You've given this some thought." Rafe felt ridiculously flattered by that and it took some of the ache out of desiring her so much.

"Of course I have. I told you, I want to keep seeing you." For a long minute, they gazed into each other's eyes.

"So."

"So?" Her eyes were still twinkling at him and Rafe gave her hand another squeeze before releasing her.

"Can I take you for that drink on Tuesday night?"

"You still want to?"

"If you and your friend can stay up that late, I'd like to."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "I'll have my phone with me. Should we wait in our seats or meet somewhere?"

"I'll try to be quick after the game is over and I'll call you when I'm done. Then we can figure something out."

"Sounds great."

Another silence fell and the ache eased out of Rafe’s groin. It took some serious thinking to get his mind off of Y/N’s naked body, but he managed it. They fell into casual conversation for a short while before Y/N said she had to get back to class.

"Thanks for the tickets, Rafe.” She said as they walked outside the cafe.

"It's my pleasure." He turned to face her on the sidewalk. "So, with this starting over thing..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I still kiss you goodbye?" He shouldn't even be asking. His desire for her was so strong, especially since he'd already seen her rise and respond to his touch, if he kissed her now, it might be too much for him to deal with.

"Uh, sure." Y/N sounded unsure, but Rafe stepped close before she could change her mind.

He put one arm around her waist and drew her close, watching with satisfaction as her eyes widened a fraction as he lowered his head. Then, her lashes swept low and Rafe brushed her mouth with his lips. She sucked in a breath as he touched her and he felt the gasp from his head to the soles of his feet. He slid a hand up to cup the back of her head as he kissed her.

Y/N’s lips parted and he swept inside, tasting the coffee she'd just had along with her own sexy flavor. It was intoxicating and Rafe tensed, wanting to drag her up against a building and do more than just kiss her.

With great reluctance, he pulled away and smiled when she made a small sound of protest. Her eyes fluttered open and Rafe dropped a light kiss on the corner of her mouth before releasing her.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

Y/N blinked, as if surprised to hear him speaking. She straightened her jacket and touched her hair, still snug in its ponytail. "Alright."

"Have a good afternoon." Rafe turned away before he was tempted to take her back into his arms.

"You, too.” She called after him and when Rafe glanced back, she was walking away.

Rafe blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be harder than he thought.

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rakurairagnarok · 6 months

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JUICED UP

Commission for @creativly-bankrupt

Jordan, Matt and Isaac looked their eyes out on the beach. The college sophomores were almost drooling by the massive amounts of babes that walked around in their skimpy bikinis. Their plump lips, hourglass figures, and sun kissed skin were enough to send all three boys' hormones into overdrive.

"Alright, first who scores a chick gets to command the others for two weeks!" Jordan says with a sly smirk.

"As if any woman would even let you talk to them." Matt retorts.

Isaac meekly looks around, as his friends go opposite ways. He wasn't really an outgoing person, but he got invited by his friends to leave his musky dorm room to go to the beach, relax and look at the gorgeous women that were always hanging around the sun heated sands.

He sighs as he slowly makes his way to the small bar at the other side. He wasn't going to pick up anyone, so getting sunburned wasn't really worth it. He ordered a coke light and while waiting he looked out over the white beach.

He wasn't ugly perse, but he had no game, no money and definitely no muscles to seduce any of the 10/10 ladies that were trotting around.

He turned back to the bar man only to notice a different man standing in front of him, his face inches away from his own.

Isaac let out a small yelp and almost fell of his stool, but the man quickly grabbed Isaac's arm and pulled him back up.

"T-thanks" Isaac mumbled.

"Like, no probz, bro!" The man smiled as he let go of Isaac's arm. "You, like, look totally out of it brah, what’s wrong man?"

Isaac looked the man up and down. He was huge. He was wearing a large Hawaiian shirt, with not a single button closed, revealing his massive pecs, washboard abs and a generous treasure trail to his groin. His arms looked trapped in the sleeves, almost as if one sudden move could tear them to shreds.

"Y-yeah, I guess you could say that..." Isaac sighed as he saw the slight confusion on the mans face. "My friends invited me here, but now they are running around trying to pick up chicks, when I'm not even confident enough to ask for extra sauce at a restaurant..."

The man let out a bellowing laugh. "You, like, totally remind me of me, when I was your size brah."

Isaac rolled his eyes.

"But I got like, totally, the thing for ya bro."

He dove under the counter loudly rummaging through countless boxes and drawers. "Ah, totally got it”.

He came back up with a pink can with bright blue letters on it. "Jockcy" There were some other words on it, but it was hard to make out.

"Ra-rai- Inc.?" Isaac gave up. "So, what is this?"

"Its like, this totally awesome drink that like, totally gets you super pumped and shit bro!"

Isaac laughed. So, either alcohol or some weird soda pre-workout? No thank you.

"I think I'm good, I don't really..."

"Nah nah brah, I like, totally insist. It got me super jacked look!" He flexes his left arm, and as predicted, his sleeve tore open, revealing his massive bicep.

"Oh fuck... I totally destroyed that" He chuckled and flexed his other arm as well. "Now I’m totally even again" he said with a massive grin as his other sleeve fell to the ground.

Isaac rolled his eyes again. Not seeing another way out, he cracked open the can and took sip. It was... not that bad... pretty good actually. He smiled as he took another sip. And then another. And then a big gulp, and another. And then... it was empty. Isaac let out a large belch. "Oh shit"

"Oh shit..." the big man looked shocked at Isaac.

"You like... drank it all?"

"Yeah, it was ...BUUUUUUUURP... really good... oh Fuck" Isaac put a hand on his stomach as he felt it churn and rumble. "GODDAMNIT FUCK, I LIKE, SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO YOU" He shouted as he ran to the toilet.

The big man just stared at the pink can on the counter as Isaac ran off.

"Ooo... I like, totally forgot he was only supposed to take few sips."

A sly grin appeared on his face.

"Well, I think that’s an experiment in the works then. Got to see these test results”.

He snickered as he turned around to help other customers. On the back of his shirt were the words, RAKURAI INC. in large bold letters.

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Isaac burst into the small bathroom and locked the door behind him. The room was spinning, and he was drenched.

"What the fuck... what the fuck was in that..."

His stomach rumbled as another large belch escaped his lips. He rubbed his stomach, which by now was protruding quite a bit.

"I'm like... so totally bloated."

Isaac froze. His vocabulary was a lot more expansive than for him to use those unnecessary, and dumb words.

"Like... what the fuck... I'm like totally not..."

He grabbed his head, the room started spinning more and more.

"Like what the fUcK"

His eyes widened. His voice. It cracked? No not quite. It.

"It’s getting deeper?"

Isaac's jaw dropped. Then... a smile appeared, and he began to laugh. A deep, bellowing laugh like the one the bar man had.

"I like... sounds so totally sexy now brah."

There it was again, stupid vocabulary.

Isaac couldn't help but laugh.

As he laughed, he didn't notice that with each breath, he seemed to grow. At first, it was hardly noticeable but after a few more he shot up. His former measly 5'6 now replaced with a very respectable 6'3. Isaac looked down, and almost tripped. The floor was so far away.

"Did I like... grow?" Isaac laughed again, a bit softer now, a tinge of anxiety slipping into his voice. He heard a rip behind him and turned around. Another rip, and another. He took a deep breath and... RIIIIIIIIIIIP. His loose oversized t-shirt slowly dropped to the floor, in tatters. Isaac looked down and saw his torso had broadened to unbelievable proportions. His shoulders were almost three times as wide! While slowly exploring his widened physique, he took another deep breath, which caused his flat chest to expand into two giant muscle balloons. Isaac ran a hand across them and squeezed sending a massive wave of pleasure through his whole body, which made him throw his head back in glee. At the same time his glutes bubbled and grew, giving him a massive bubble butt, and an almost permanent arch in his back.

"Uhm... this feels like... totally amazeee" Isaac's voice dropped another octave and at the same time his IQ seemed to plummet. He dropped onto the toilet, which groaned under the weight of his massive tits and ass. Isaac giggled. Tits and ass that’s what he came here for, but now he got them. His hands, which by now had turned into big meaty paws, ran down his massive torso. His stomach was still sticking out, but there were some slight imprints of abs visible, stretched out over the gut.

Looking down and taking another deep breath, Isaac quads take on an enormous size. Doubling, tripling in size, they tear open the board shorts Isaac was wearing leaving him with only his speedo. Speedo?

"No, I was like... Wearing boxers" Isaac groaned as he watched his bulge pulsate. Intrigued, he groped his package, and felt it grow. He kept groping, and it kept growing. A loud churning could be heard form underneath him and he watched in awe as his bulge kept growing and growing, and his balls started to feel heavier, slowly dropping, nearly falling out of the tight confines of his speedo.

A weird scent caught the attention of the horny giant. He looked around as he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He moved his head and saw that his bicep was growing. He lifted his arm and a massive wave of the scent blasted in his face. Immediately Isaac buried his face in his pit, which was steadily growing hairier. A loud moan escaped Isaacs lips as the musk invaded his brain. More IQ dropped from his skull into his balls, sending another wave of pleasure through Isaacs whole body. At the same time thousands of pinpricks spread across his body. He looked at his massive arms and saw intricate patterns appear. Some tribal tattoos wrapped around his giant biceps. Isaac looked at his arms with glee as he flexed every muscle in his body.

A slight burning sensation spread on his head, as his dark auburn hair began bleaching itself. Along with the colour of his hair more IQ dropped into his already growing dick and balls. A thick scruff spread along his slowly squaring jaw, and his mouth was stuck in an almost permanent state of awe.

Isaac walked out of the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He still had his memories, he still knew who he was, why he had come here and what he had looked like before. He just did not give a single fuck anymore. He looked, smelled and felt amazing, and it was time to share that with his friends. He walked to the beach quickly locating both his friends who were desperately trying to get the attention of some girls in the water.

Isaac made his way to the water and walked through it, his massive build slowing him down somewhat but his muscles giving him the strength to push forward.

"Hey guys, like... you guys totally haven't gotten any chicks yet have ya bros" he said with a big grin.

Matt and Jordan turned around to see a massive guy walking towards them.

"Yeah, so what dude" Matt sneered, annoyed at how easily their intentions were spotted.

"What you gonna show us how it's done or something?" Jordan snickered. No way a meathead like him was going to pick up any self-respecting woman here.

"Like... sorta brah" Isaac grinned as he grabbed both boys by their necks. He pushed Jordan in his pit while he pulled Matt towards his face, quickly pushing his tongue into the boy’s mouth. They both briefly struggled, but the musk of the pit, and the pleasure of the kiss quickly drained both their bodies of any resistance. A quick swap of the boys and their bodies began to change. Jordans lanky body shrunk down a bit, while packing on some lean muscle. Matt on the other hand grew a few inches, but contrarily beefed up quite a bit. The trio now looked like an example graph of muscle, lean, bulk and beefy.

After finally letting go, the boys looked up at Isaac, who was still towering above them both.

"Like... what the hell happened to us"

"Yeah, we like... totally look super hot now... but"

"Yeah, I'm like... so not attracted to girls anymore."

Isaac laughed. "Yeah bros ... were gonna have like... so much fun at home."

He wrapped his beefy arms around his new boyfriends and took them home.

In the bar the huge bartender was on the phone.

"Yeah, it seems a whole can give infective properties to the consumer... what was that? That's good news? Right... I'll let the lab know."

The man laughed. "I should totally have given him my number."

He frowned for a second, before slamming an "on break" sign down on the counter and running after the trio.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it and especially you @creatively-bankrupt.

Seems Rakurai INC. is spreading to other kinds of products!!! What else could they have in store???

#transformation #male muscle growth #gay tf #rakurai #male transformation #musk #dumbing down #commission #straight to gay

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choicesbookclub · 5 months

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12 Days of Choices Special Event

Not sure who is planning to participate, but I figured I'd start this thread to talk about it and share info for anyone that is playing.

If you find the hidden item, please share where and when (what chapter + scene)! All clues and hints welcomed. I'll try to update this post with whatever info I see so that it's all in one place for anyone checking in quick!

Day One: December 12

Book: Mother of the Year

Chapter 1

Scene: MC's daughter has the option for the uniform. The Partridge in a Pair Tree is on the stairs in the background.

Day Two: December 13

Book: The Duchess Affair

Hint: In chapters 1-3

Chapter: beginning of chapter 2

Scene: The location is the breakfast room, in front of the large painting and next to the Christmas tree.

Thanks @lizzybeth1986

Day Three: December 14

Book: Bachelorette Party

Hint: "3 French hens, 3 blind mice, 3 is the number you'll want to check twice "

Chapter 3

Scene: The Abracadabra Lounge, right at the front of the room.

Thanks @lizzybeth1986

Day Four: December 15

Book: The Cursed Heart

Hint: "You didn't hear this from me, but it's in a prime number chapter greater than 3!"

Helpful Math: Prime Numbers include: 5,7,11,13,17,19

Chapter 5

Scene: At the stables talking to Sir Montgomery, perched on the ceiling

Thanks @lizzybeth1986

Day Five: December 16

Book: Ms. Match

Hint: "Five Gold Rings: Starting from the left, which finger is your ring finger? 🖐️"

Chapter 2

Scene: walking home from the bar with jack, they very impressively transformed a building

Thanks @alasforher

Day Six: December 17

Book: Untameable

Hint: "Six Geese A-Laying: (four) The perfect amount of geese to have is four! 🪿"

Chapter 4

Scene: The stables, at the very beginning of the chapter.

Thanks, @lizzybeth1986

Day Seven: December 18

Book: The Unexpected Heiress

Hint: "Seven Swans A-Swimming: You'll spot them right away! 🏊"

Chapter 1

Scene: On the ship, immediately after the MC is introduced and says goodbye to her mother and brother.

Thanks, @lizzybeth1986

Day Eight: December 19

Book: Slow Burn

Hint: "Eight Maids A-Milking: You'll only need two maids to get this job done. 🥛"

Chapter 2

Scene: Bunting when you are first in the New Orleans ‘Hushpuppys’ restaurant

Thanks, @alasforher

Day Nine: December 20

Book: Queen B

Hint: "Nine Ladies Dancing: You'll need to be FOURtunate to find this item! 💃"

Chapter 4

Scene: At the sports field on Kickoff Day

Thanks, @lizzybeth1986

Day Ten: December 21

Book: Laws of Attraction

Hint: "Ten Lords A-Leaping: These lords are leaping VERY early on. 💯"

Chapter 1

Scene: Sadie McGraw's office

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Day Eleven: December 22

Book: Wake the Dead

Hint: "Eleven Pipers Piping: You'll need five fingers to play this pipe. 🖐️"

Chapter 3

Scene: Second scene in Red Meadows Cabin discussing the surge, after the upstairs has been cleared

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Day Twelve: December 23

Book: Roommates with Benefits

Hint: "Twelve Drummers Drumming: These drummers are marching in twos. 🥁"

Chapter 3

Scene: Opening party scene in the dorm room

Thanks, @alasforher

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ashensgrotto · 7 months

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Poor Unfortunate Souls (Part 2)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 7,398

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3a Part 3b (You are Here)

Per request from @twistedcece and @mermaidfan76 , I finished the third part to my Yandere Soulmate AU - yes, I have officially given it a name now. I think I might do a piece per each of the books in Twst - but I haven’t made any solid decisions yet.

Also - due to this being the third part, hence Octavinelle’s chapter in the game, this next part is going to be divided into two parts. The main reason is because there is a bit that happens and I want to make sure that I take my time with writing everything out for it, never mind that I am covering two overblots - Leona’s and Azul’s - in this section. I am also planning on revisiting part 2 and fixing that up a bit more - and I’ll post an update when that happens.

Now, fair warning, although this is likely not going to be graphic, it does show more of the possessive/obsessive behaviors that yandere characters are known for as well as the underlying threatening behaviors they can exhibit as well. I do not agree with these behaviors that are as follows, but I’m covering my basics.

But for now we stay so far

'Til our lonely limbs connect

I can't keep you in these arms

So I'll keep you in my mind

***

Soft humming echoed in the office of the VIP room as Azul filed the remaining documents in the safe, his gaze flickering over the rolled up golden contracts, a gloved finger touching the newest one in his collection.

"Ah, my dear," he murmured softly, "I think, tonight, the two of us will have an underwater rendezvous…"

"Azul!"

The octomer slipped out of the safe, shutting it behind him as he groaned, "Jade? Floyd? What's going on?"

"We seem to be having an issue in the lounge," the eldest eel mer explained, "Several of our workers called in sick and the place is being overrun by the students of Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul!"

“An’ it’s not just a handful, either - I’d say it’s the entirety of both dorms,” Floyd swallowed.

"Strange," Azul furrowed his brow, "It's not usual for both dorms to be in the same place at once, never mind most of the dorm…"

"That's what I was thinking," Jade nodded.

"Maybe they just got bored an’ decided to cause us some problems," Floyd suggested.

"Come, let's take a look at what the fuss is all about," Azul led the way out of his office with the two bodyguards following behind.

When he entered the lounge, the place was packed and in chaos. Students of the Octavinelle dorm were struggling to carry trays of food, drink, and take orders as the customers of Heartslabyul's and Savanaclaw's dorms lined every booth and table. Shouting and arguing overpowered the low hum of jazz that normally calmed the atmosphere of the lounge, the place now sounding like a gymnasium over a place of relaxation. Orders were running up miles high and tables were still full of empty dirty dishes - some in vacant areas - while the carpeted flooring was covered in crumbs and soaked with liquid from spilt drinks, staining the fabric.

"What in the Great Sea Witch's name is going on here?!" Azul looked at the state of his establishment, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets behind his glasses, "How did the lounge get in this state?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Floyd grumbled.

"Let’s get this mess straightened up," Azul growled, taking a few steps forward and heading into the crowd - taking charge over the floor and directing the staff. He barked orders for Jade to take over the kitchen and Floyd to take care of the bar - slipping between students and ordering his staff to straighten up and pick up the pace. Azul moved quickly, and when tensions rose, his training from his mother’s restaurant resurfaced again as he diffused the tension between staff and customer.

It took over an hour - but the Mostro Lounge had returned to its calm state eventually. Azul let out a sigh before narrowing his eyes, “Next time this happens… someone is going to be made into fried chicken.”

“Goodness, Azul,” Jade commented, resting a hand over his chest, “I had no idea you could be so cruel.”

“Cruel? Hardly,” Azul pulled his watch out, eyes widening, “and that little fiasco has made me late. I’m leaving for the pools - cover them with the curtains.”

Jade and Floyd snickered as Azul walked away, the octomer humming to himself before he let out a huff of annoyance, "Those two… if it wasn't for their unique magic and consistent badgering…"

He shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to reign himself in. He couldn't let you see him in this state - you would be frightened of him more than you already were. Ever since your unexpected transformation nearly a week ago, Azul had been trying to get you to open up to him again as you had done when you first met. He was starting to get desperate, grasping at smoke every time he came and saw you, offering words of comfort even though they fell on deaf ears. Azul had sensed your own anger and fear of him - but the contract kept you bound to obey him when he called for you, your head popping above the waters of the Octavinelle pools to greet him and staying with him until he said you could leave.

And what a lovely little mermaid you had turned out to be…

Azul sighed in happiness, remembering his idea as he entered the pools - though his thoughts of bliss were cut short upon seeing four familiar figures waiting for him.

"Whoops, that was quick," Leona smirked as Azul entered the room.

"I thought you said it would be at least an hour before he got here," Riddle growled at the headwarden of Savanaclaw.

"Riddle, you know that Azul works fast," Trey answered, adjusting his glasses.

"Well, it was enough time to get what we needed done, done," Ruggie snickered.

"Hardly," Leona crossed his arms over his chest.

"What are you four doing here?" Azul's eyes narrowed, "These are private pools for the members of Octavinelle. No one else is permitted to enter."

"Oh? That's not what it seemed like to me," Riddle answered, "Azul Ashengrotto, we have reason to believe you are holding an individual hostage."

"Hostage?!" Azul laughed, "Riddle, explain this to me - is it really a hostage situation when the school permitted a person into my care and protection?"

"It is when the individual in question is being held against their will."

“Oh?” Azul grinned, “Really? The way I see it is that any individual that signs their names on my contracts - which are completely legal and binding - are in agreement with myself. They are completely unbreakable, even for you.”

“Are you certain about that?” Leona asked with a smirk, holding his hand out as Ruggie placed a familiar golden scroll into his hand.

Azul’s face paled, “W-Where… Where did you get that?!”

“I’m certain you already know.”

Azul’s hands slipped into his pockets, his eyes widening in fear, ‘The keys… the safe keys are gone!’

Ruggie let out a snicker, “Hey Azul, you know if you wanna keep somethin’ safe, you gotta keep your pockets secured too.”

“Give that contract back, give them all back now, if you please!” Azul growled, his hands curling into fists.

“Azul, calm yourself,” Riddle crossed his arms over his chest, “We can discuss this in a civilized manner.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Azul growled, opening his hand with palm up as his fingers twitched, “The contracts! Hand them over this minute!”

“How about we make a deal?” Leona asked.

“I’m… sorry?”

“Leona!” Trey looked over incredulously at the Savanaclaw headwarden.

“Hold it, Trey,” the Heartslabyul headwarden held his subordinate back, “Leona has this under control.”

Leona nodded and turned to Azul, “What are you prepared to offer us if we return the contracts to you? After all, this one is especially valuable to you, right?”

“I’ll… I’ll do anything! I’ll give you all the study guides you want. I’ll write each of your graduation thesises. I’ll pad your attendances. Anything! Just name it!”

“Interesting… Those are pretty tempting offers… However, here’s the thing. I owe (Y/N) for what happened to her during the Spelldrive Tournament and prior to that,” Leona crossed his arms over his chest, “No offense, but everything you just offered, asking for each of us to name a price for the return of these contracts… won’t cut it. It’s not enough to justify the return of the contracts - all six hundred plus of them - to you.”

“What?” Azul’s eyes widened.

“We know about the deal you made with Leona for the Spelldrive Tournament, and what you requested three of his dorm members to do to (Y/N) to keep her from seeking the help of other dorms in exchange,” Riddle answered, “We also know about your possessive behavior of her. (Y/N) is not of our world and deserves to return home to her family - where she belongs. As the headwarden of Heartslabyul and one of two people she’s helped; I, Riddle Rosehearts, will do everything within my power to keep her safe - even if it means I have to fight a fellow housewarden and classmate to do so.”

“And I would as well,” Leona smirked, “and any number of others would as well. Sorry Azul, but these contracts have got to go.”

“R-ridiculous!” Azul pleaded, “Don’t do it!”

“I am the one who hungers… I am the one who thirsts… I am the one to rob you of your future… Now, kneel before me! King’s Roar!”

The contracts in Leona’s hands began to glow before they slowly dissolved before everyone’s eyes. Azul watched in horror as sweat began to dribble down in his face at the sight of his carefully guarded plans disappearing into a pile of dust on the floor, “My… my golden contracts… all… reduced to dust… I-I… I don’t believe this…”

“Well, that settles that,” Ruggie looked at Azul then back to the others, “If you ask me, that was a convenient way to help both (Y/N) out and get your own contract with Azul out as well.”

“Speaking of which,” Leona looked at Trey and Riddle, “Where is our little magicless guest?”

“Deuce, Ace, and Grim took her to a safe room until this was all done,” Trey adjusted his glasses with a smile, “We had to keep her from getting injured any more than she’s already experienced.”

“Never mind that she’ll need help after being in that state for over seventy-two hours, if not more,” Riddle agreed.

“Just a couple of nice guys who can’t ignore a friend in need, huh?” Leona smirked.

“Hey! Listen to you! Crackin’ your own jokes!” Ruggie grinned with a smirk.

As the boys laughed with one another, Azul stayed where he was, his eyes glued to the pile of dust that once were his contracts.

“Hey! Frazzled Azul ink-spiller! Aw, you gonna cry? Why don’t you use one of your eight legs to wipe those tears away?”

Azul’s body began to shake before he screamed, startling the four as they looked on in horror, “I HATE THIS!! It’s GONE! My CAREFULLY AMASSED COLLECTION OF MAGIC! My OMNIPOTENT POWER! ALL… UP IN SMOKE! How could you DO this to ME!?! W-without it… without that… I… I…”

“What in the world?” Leona asked.

“Talk about changin’ your tune…” Ruggie agreed, ears flattening behind his head.

“I’m BACK TO BEING THAT ‘SILLY LITTLE OCTO-TWERP’ AGAIN!” Azul shouted, tears of black began to form in his eyes as his body shook harder as more black ink appeared to dribble off of his form, “That’s… THE LAST THING I WANT! I REFUSE! I REFUSE! I REFUSE! I don’t WANNA go BACK to being MY OLD SELF AGAIN! I CAN’T!!”

“What’s going on?!” Riddle’s eyes widened, “There’s a black aura growing around him…”

“Azul - come on,” Trey tried to reason with the sophomore, “There’s no need to get bent out of shape…”

“SHUT. UP!” Azul rounded on them as the magic grew thick and heavy, “You DON’T know me! You DON’T know my LIFE! All that time I spent being roundly mocked for my weakness… my intellect… NOBODY COULD EVER UNDERSTAND! …Not even her.”

Azul’s lips twisted then, tears and magic flowing around them as a heavy darkness seeped in through all of Octavinelle, matching the headwarden’s emotions, “Of course… It's so simple. If you lose something… just take it back. Give them to me… come on… I want your powers… I want… her. GIVE THEM TO ME!”

“Azul! What are you doing!?” Jade’s voice came through the thick darkness, making the headwarden turn to see his vicewarden with Floyd and… you.

“Whoa, yikes. What’s goin’ on here?” Floyd’s features twisted to fear as he took in the state of the pool area.

Azul’s magic and ink had begun to stain the flooring of the pool, painting it black, as the air became heavy as darkness seeped in all the crevices of the room and dorm. The waters of the pool had shifted from bright blue to a deep violet, the lighting fading to a pale yellow. Outside of the pool, the same could be said for the dorm - the once beautiful underwater dorm of Octavinelle had slowly turned dark and foreboding, with many of the remaining students that still remained.

"Jade! Floyd! You've come to me!" Azul's grin was wild and crazy.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here!" Riddle shouted, "I told you to stay with the others!"

"Ridiculous!" You shouted at Riddle as you stayed near the twins, "Not with the dorm falling to pieces around us!"

"Azul's magic has been slowly draining some of the students in the lounge of their powers," Jade explained, "His unique magic is so powerful that if he's not careful-"

"SILENCE JADE!" Azul shouted, the magic growing heavier as the building shook.

"Azul! Your signature spell is too powerful, it's impossible to control without a contract scroll!" Jade pleaded, "You know better than anyone what will happen if you do this!"

"But… I've lost it all! Everything!" Azul laughed maniacally, "My power… my magic… my hopes and dreams… ALL UP IN SMOKE! I'LL REVERT BACK TO MY OLD SELF IF I DON'T ACT NOW!"

"Y'know Azul, I never saw you as lame," Floyd said, "But now? The way you're actin' is… pretty lame."

"Oh? Is that a fact?" Azul grinned, his sharp eyes falling on your figure as you trembled behind the twins, "I'm just a 'silly little octo-twerp' who can't do anything on his own? Well, then… I’ll prove you wrong. I'll take everyone's powers. I'll rise above your perceptions. A beautiful singing voice! Powerful magics! A perfect little soulmate! ALL OF IT MINE! HAND IT OVER AT ONCE!"

Screams were heard and a shield of magic came around Trey, Riddle, Ruggie, and Leona as the headwarden fought off the attack of magic draining as great black blobs rolled off of Azul’s form. Jade pulled you off to the side as Floyd countered the attack as well.

"What's all that gunk comin' outta Azul?!" Floyd was beginning to panic, "That ain't… ink, is it?"

"He's using his signature spell too much!" you shouted.

"Azul! Snap out of it!" Leona ordered, "The blot is exceeding your cumulative tolerance!"

"I think it's too late for that…" Jade murmured as a dark shadow came over the headwarden of Octavinelle.

All was still and silent for a moment before several large black tentacles appeared from the darkness. The light slowly revealed a mer creature that no one had seen before - black blot clung to his form, dribbling down his sides and chest as several shells and pieces of coral lined his waist and shoulders as his tentacles writhed in the open, a nautilus shell necklace secured by two golden chains clung to the creature's neck as a shorter crown of black perched on the top of his head. More black blot circled around his shoulders as his eyes opened to reveal glowing purple irises that were wild with anger and desperation.

"Azul…"

"You pitiful, insignificant fools!" The creature that once was Azul Ashengrotto shouted, as a dark shadow appeared behind him - this one taking on the form of the legendary Sea Witch of the Coral Sea herself.

"Come on! We have to snap Azul back to senses!" Riddle readied himself for battle as the others did the same.

You take a hesitantly step towards Azul, only for Jade to pull you back.

"Not now, (Y/N)," he whispered softly, "Azul's not in the right state of mind. You could get hurt."

“But, Jade-”

“Jade’s right, Shrimpy,” Floyd turned to his brother, all traces of joking gone, “We have ta stop Azul from goin’ too far - knowin’ him, he’ll try somethin’ if ya get too close.”

Jade nodded in agreement, turning toward you, “Please, (Y/N). For our sake and your friend’s sake, sit this one out.”

You didn’t have a chance to argue as the twin eels took off toward Azul. The creature behind him followed his instructions just as Leona’s and Riddle’s had done during their overblots - however, this one seemed twice as big and twice as strong. A large triton appeared in the creature’s hands as Azul ordered it to fight off his attackers, the weapon being used for blunt force and electrical hits. Trey and Ruggie tag-teamed each other alongside the twins to keep Azul distracted while Leona and Riddle used both fire and grass magic to weaken him as well as protect their allies.

“Enough!” Azul’s twisted voice shook the pool area, throwing everyone off balance, “Why do you keep bullying me?! Is it because I’m a slow dimwitted octopus?! All I wanted was… to prove them wrong… I just…”

“Azul! You know that is not the case!” Jade shouted, “We don’t want to hurt you in the slightest!”

“Come on, octy. Snap out of it!” Floyd agreed.

Azul gritted his teeth as he turned his attention toward them, “Shut up! You weren’t there! You weren’t there when I was forced into an octopot! You weren’t there when I was poked and prodded! Stones thrown at! I refuse to go back to that!”

You could feel the tears in your eyes at his words. You felt something surge within you as you stood from your spot and ran towards Azul, who continued to rage, the triton being raised again.

“(Y/N)!” Riddle’s voice echoed in the pool area before a resounding smack echoed in the room before white erupted your vision as Azul fell.

***

“Hey! Frazzled Azul ink-spiller!”

Azul’s eyes shifted to look out from his hiding spot as a group of merchildren gathered outside the octopot - their faces blurred, but their smiles were all the same.

“Aw, you gonna cry? Why don’t you use one of your eight legs to wipe those tears away?” one merchild called out as the group laughed wickedly.

“C-Cut it out,” Azul’s voice came out like a whimper, small and weak, “Why are you being so mean to me?”

“Run for it quick!” Another merchild shouted as they began to circle around the group, “He’s gonna ink us!”

“Aha ha ha! He couldn’t even keep up with us if he tried!” another voice broke out as laughter surrounded Azul from every angle.

Azul covered his ears and closed his eyes as the laughter echoed in his head, the sounds of their laughter shaking him to his core as his tentacles curled around him. Shadows passed over him as the merchildren encircled his hiding spot over and over, the mocking singing of ‘Octo-twerp! Octo-twerp! Azul is an octo-twerp!’ ingrained into his head.

“Enough!” Azul cried out as a thick black cloud encircled him, hiding him away as the voices faded.

Azul blinked and found himself as his seventeen-year old self again - but he wasn’t alone.

You were there, standing a foot away from him, eyes dripping with tears. You wiped at them, sniffling softly.

“Angelfish…” Azul started.

“Don’t, Azul,” You said, intaking a deep breath, “I saw it - how it all started.”

“What?” he looked at you in disbelief, “How?”

“I… don’t know, to be completely honest. When I experienced my first overblot with Riddle, I sensed an urge to touch him and when I did - I could see his past, what happened to him that made him the way he was. Same with Leona. Same… with you.”

You take a deep breath, “I don’t know why or understand how people could be so cruel to people that look different - because we’re all different. We each have our own backgrounds and stories, our families are different and we all grow up in different ways. But that shouldn’t make it okay for us to torment each other - it’s never okay. And… to place the expectations of something on someone… isn’t right either.”

“I just… I didn’t want to be alone, (Y/N),” Azul begged, “I had been alone most of my young life…”

“But don’t you see, Azul?” you ask, “You’re doing the same thing to me that your bullies did to you. You hurt me - even though it wasn’t by your hand.”

Azul looked down - you were right. He had treated you unfairly. He had treated you like his bullies had treated him - he had been blinded by his obsession for you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, angelfish,” Azul spoke softly, looking up at you, “I… I just wanted to keep you close. You’re my heart, my other half…”

“You might think that, but that can never be,” you explain.

“Why? Why not, angelfish?”

“Wounds… no matter what they are, take time to heal… and you have left a large scar over my heart. You broke my trust with you.”

Azul looked down again and sighed, “You’re right… I did.”

You nod slowly, offering your hand out to him, “Azul - come with me. Let’s get you back to where you need to be.”

Azul looked at your offered hand, “What?”

“You can’t stay in the darkness forever, Azul. You can’t wallow in self-pity or self-hatred. It’s… what caused this to happen in the first place. Come with me… and we’ll go into the light together and get you the help you deserve and need.”

Azul looked at your hand again, his gloved hand reaching out and slowly taking a hold of it.

As he did, a bright light enveloped both of you.

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via-l0ve · 10 months

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What kind of dates do you think those Supernatural boys like? c:

Dates with the SPN boys 🫶🏻

a/n: this is such a cute idea. i love them all so much. i made moodboards for this!! xx

warnings: swearing, im inexperienced when it comes to moodboards so apologies if they’re shit lol

Dean Winchester:

i think that Dean is a very simple man!! for a first date i think he’d take you to a bar or a little diner and get to know you, just chatting and eating and having a good time. He pays and you guys take a little walk down to a pier or something and you guys just sit and talk even more. After knowing you/dating for a while, i think he would do more casual dates. Cuddles in the motel room with takeout, watching the stars on the top of the impala, attempting to bake with you, just everything. he’s such a cutie. i love him.

Sam Winchester:

Sam totally takes you to his house/dorm (college days)/ motel (when dean isn’t there) for a first date. you guys play mario kart and order pizza and play card games. you’re shocked how good he is at poker. After knowing you for a while/dating he’d get more adventurous and take you to little museums or carnivals or restaurants. but sometimes the poor boy just wants to cuddle up to you and binge some tv.

Castiel:

Castiel 10000% blips you and him to a flower field and you guys just talk and he talks about heaven and how it is to be an angel. he compliments you all night. “your looks are some of gods best work.” AWWW. after knowing eachother for a while/dating he makes you show him all of your favorite human tv shows and movies and you guys just cuddle and watch them. i think he’ll take you to the mall and watch you do a fashion show for him and let you pick out his outfits aw BOARD GAMES TOO. GAME NIGHT DATES!!!

Crowley:

Crowley likes getting to know people. he likes to know their secrets and what makes them tick and stuff and i think he knows exactly how to unlock all of that. he would ask you all the best questions about yourself and butter you up. he takes you to a bar or a restaurant to start and then slowly moves to more casual little date nights. he takes you to see a movie and sits through it even though he notices all the cringe dialogue and plot holes. what a sweetheart !

#thank you sm for this request #love u mwah #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader

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bleach-your-panties · 3 months

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♡WE CAN GET IT POPPIN' WHENEVER, WHEREVER; YOU KNOW IT'S WHATEVER SHAWTY!`》 [[CLOSED]]

introᰔ

I've hit 1500+ followers after making a miraculous comeback from my 2019-22 slump, lol. So I'd like to celebrate with a fun little event for you all!

The theme of this event is getting sexy in unusual/inappropriate places.

Think of any place where you've done the do (that you probably shouldn't have!)

Keep reading for how to participate:

rulesᰔ

pick your fav character (fandoms i write for here) + a location + a sexy category (only choose from ONE sexy category).

your chosen sexy category does not limit you to just that action but it will be the main focus of the post.

1 request per person please, as i'm only doing a limited number of these.

i will close the event when i have enough to work on.

specify your reader type. keep in mind that i usually write female readers and i do not write trans-readers due to lack of adequate knowledge. i do not want to offend anyone.

i age up characters.

i will queue this post so everyone in different time zones will have a chance to see it and submit a request.

any questions, please ask!

NO MINORS OR AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS.

have fun xoxo🫶🏽

locationsᰔ

best friend's house, public bathroom, dressing room, classroom/clubroom (university au), bike shop/mechanic, club, restaurant, parent's house, bedroom/dorm room, outside, beach, park, work, cafe-bakery-ice cream shop, car, boat, airplane, alleyway, train/subway, concert, sports event, church, meeting/zoom meeting, other - specify

sexy actsᰔ (choose only one of these from either category!)

actionsᰔ

handjob, fingering, blowjob/eat-out, footjob, titjob, french-kiss/makeout, facesitting/throatfucking, dry-humping, thigh-fucking, facial/cumshot, other - specify

positionsᰔ

mating press, missionary, doggy style, against wall/chair/surface, full nelson, prone bone, upside down/in the air/standing, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, spooning/from the side, other - specify

masterlistᰔ

let's get it poppin' with...💋💄

↷gojo satoru ...on an airplane

↷nanami kento ....during a zoom call

↷kurotsuchi mayuri ...in the bedroom

↷abarai renji ...during a zoom call

↷zaraki kenpachi ...in an alleyway

↷urahara kisuke ....in a dressing room

↷baji keisuke ....at the bar

↷kuchiki byakuya ....in a public bathroom

↷onyankopon ....on a balcony

↷tomioka giyuu ....at the mechanic shop

↷kyouraku shunsui ....against a cherry blossom tree

↷kurosaki ichigo ....in the classroom

↷kira izuru ....outside

↷muguruma kensei ....at the bike shop

↷kurosaki ichigo....in his dorm room

↷kaibara sen ....in the garage

↷abarai renji ....at a concert

↷haitani ran ....during a zoom meeting

↷ryuguji ken ....on the train

↷roy mustang & maes hughes ....in the office

↷amajiki tamaki ....against a wall

↷connie springer & sasha brauss ....at a dinner party

↷hanma shuji ....in the parking lot

↷higuruma hiromi ....on his private balcony

↷haitani rindou ....at the club

↷geto suguru ....at a bakery

↷haitani rindou ....at his parents' house

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iovevrse · 3 months

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broken clocks, p. bueckers pt. 2

part one

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

cw: uconn paige, underage drinking, mens player..

When you got to UConn, you knew that you had to leave all of your high school mess behind. It was a fresh start, and all you could do was repeatedly tell yourself that everything would be different. In order to make sure that you could have a successful first semester, you made sure to set some ground rules for yourself. You figured it was the only way you could protect your peace. Number one on the list was to stay away from basketball. So were the other two, but in different variations, and lastly, at number four, was to get out more. You knew coming to college meant it would be easier to self-isolate, so you wanted to tell yourself to do the opposite.

Nonetheless, when you moved into your dorm, you'd noticed your roommate had already moved in. "Hey, Alexa, right?" You asked, trying your best to push yourself out of your comfort zone. The idea of meeting a stranger and then living with them for the whole year hadn't been exactly pleasing. "Yeah, that's me," She says with a smile before engulfing me in a hug, "It's nice to meet you." You just smile in response and, after a few seconds, break away from the hug. It was apparent that your roommate would be the least of your worries. At least for now, she came off as welcoming and, thankfully, really clean.

You spent a few hours talking with Alexa as you decorated your room in the apartment-style dorm. When you finished your room, it was almost exactly how you'd planned for it to be. Fluffy white sheets, with a few old stuffed animals on the bed, mostly R&B posters all across the walls, as well as some LED lights that Alexa helped you put up. You just needed to get a few more things from the store to finish off the room. Despite this, you called it a day and layed down on your bed, tired from the move-in day stress. Alexa asked if she could sit next to you, and you nodded in confirmation. "So," Alexa started, and you could tell she had an idea to tell, "There's this bar that everyone keeps telling me about, and I think we should go!" She says excitedly.

"Really, Alexa?" You question sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You said you wanted to get out more, but you didn't mean that you wanted to do it on your first night on campus. "It'll be fun. Please?" Alexa begged, pouting dramatically. "Fine." You agreed, and Alexa immediately jumped up from the bed excitedly. "Be ready in like.." Alex started, clearly experiencing a burst of energy as she talked faster and checked her phone for the time, "An hour."

"Alexa? An hour?" You fussed, looking at the girl with furrowed eyebrows before she nodded, smiling, and rushed out of your room, presumably to her own, to get ready. Your phone lit up with a text message from Alexa that told you to dress casually, so you did. You took a quick shower, styled your hair, did your makeup, and now you were stuck looking at the boxes of clothes you had yet to unpack that sat stacked up on the floor near your empty closet. You settled for a white T-shirt with some blue jean shorts and black and red Jordans. Once you were done getting ready, you waited in the, for now, undecorated shared living room for Alexa, and about fifteen minutes later, she was also ready. It was now around eight o'clock, and the two of you called an Uber that took an absurd amount of time, and soon enough, you were entering Ted's Bar and Restaurant. Formerly known by anyone else as just "Ted's." The first thing you noticed was the smell. You figured that all bars probably smelled anyway, so you brushed it off and followed behind your taller roommate as she navigated through the dimly lit bar, looking for her friends. Once she found them, she greeted them with handshakes and hugs before stepping aside and revealing you. "This is my new roomie," Alexa exclaimed excitedly, "She's nice, so don't be dickheads, cool?" She said sarcastically to her friends.

You examined her friend group, consisting of three guys and two other girls. One of the guys was familiar-looking and abnormally tall. It didn't take long for you to realize he was so familiar because he was on the men's basketball team. Already, you had broken your first rule. Stay away from basketball. Still, you greeted all of Alexa's friends, who were all welcoming, immediately bringing you in on their conversation. Apparently, before you and Alexa showed up, the group had been in a heated debate about which pop tarts are better. Alexa excused herself to get the two of you drinks, and soon, you found yourself talking to the abnormally tall guy whose name you'd come to learn was Jayden.

The two of you made small talk before a familiar voice echoed in the distance.

"Jay! What's good?" You heard the voice exclaim, nearing closer, and before you knew it, they were standing right in front of the two of you. "Paige?" You muttered softly, a hundred different emotions running across your mind simultaneously. The imaginary spinning wheel in your head had landed on anger as its chosen emotion because you couldn't help but feel as though you wanted to slap the tall blonde girl in front of you. It'd looked as if Paige had seen a ghost as she just stood there surprised to see you. Instead of acting on that anger, you push past Paige and the other people in the bar as you make your way to the exit. "You guys know each other?" Jayden questioned, confused by the awkward interaction. Paige sighed and looked at him apologetically before, unbeknownst to you, following you outside.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #iovevrse🌿#uconn women's basketball

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jjunberry · 4 months

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HE LOVES ME NOT ˚* ❀ part five ✎

y/n couldn’t wait for her date with heeseung. in fact she was so excited she wasted no time getting to the restaurant. it was across from the park. y/n loved this place because he took her here on their first date. the host of the restaurant took y/n to her table and gave her menus. “would you like a drink while you wait for your guest?” y/n nodded and ordered a water.

she felt so beautiful and on top of the world tonight. that is until she noticed the time ticking by. heeseung was known to run late but not half an hour late. the sweet waitress kept offering her more water and seeing if she was ready to order. “not yet, he should be on his way.” the waitress started to feel bad, y/n could tell.

she texted heeseung countless times asking if he was coming, when he’d get there. until an hour passed and reality sunk in. he wasn’t coming. y/n left money on the table for her water and a tip for the waitress being so kind. then she bolted out the door to the park across the street.

—HEESEUNG’S POV—

he had been out with jay since they left lectures. alcohol filled his system and he and jay danced around the room and talked to different girls. jay shoved another drink in heeseung’s hand which he gadly accepted.

“dude i’m so lost.” jay slurred. heeseung laughed. a group of girls approached the pair. they had the shortest dresses and their breasts were pushed up to their chins. they were some of the older girls on campus. “hey boys, so this is where you ran off too.” jay laughed wrapping his arms around one.

she pulled him to dance. heeseung chuckled and took a drink of his liquor. the other girl smirked and stepped closer to him. her hands ran down his chest. “dance with me?” she asked. her voice low and seductive. his mind was fuzzy and the last thing on it was any thoughts of y/n.

he followed her. his hands on her waist hers around his neck. she got closer, their bodies practically glued together. before he could even question his actions her lips were on his. he kissed her back. “take me home?” she questioned. he smirked and the pair left the bar.

—Y/N’S POV—

y/n sat on the cold park bench. tears streaked her face as she picked the petals of a daisy. “he loves me.” she picked another. “he loves me not.” “he loves me.” more tears fell as she picked the last petal. “he loves me not.” she threw the stem to the ground.

violent sobs wracked her body. of course she should of known. “hey, are you okay?” she jumped looking up. a boy stood there with a worried expression. he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. he looked kind. “not really no.” she answered. “mind if i sit?” he pointed next to her. she shrugged scooting over.

the boy sat next to her. “no one tried to hurt you did they?” “no.” he nodded. “this is probably weird, uh my name’s jake.” he stuck his hand out. y/n placed her hand in his and shook it. “y/n.” he smiled. “why are you crying?” she let out a shaky laugh. “well my boyfriend stood me up again.” jake’s eyebrows furrowed.

“again? if he’s doing this why are you dating him?” y/n sighed. that question is asked a lot. mostly by her friends. “i love him.” she answered. “yeah but, nevermind its not my business.” he said. y/n sighed thankful she didn’t have to sit through another he’s bad for you speech.

“look i was supposed to pick up my friends from the bar but they both took cabs with girls. let me take you home.” jake said he stood and offered her his hand. she took it and stood. “thank you.” she whispered. he smiled.

jake pulled up outside of her dorm. she placed her hand on the door handle. “thank you for being so kind to me tonight, and not being an ax murderer.” he laughed. “of course. hey before you go could we exchange numbers? i’d like to hang out with you sometime.” she smiled and added her contact in his phone.

she leaned down into the window of the car. “thanks again jake. see you around.” he waved and watched the make sure she got inside safely.

when y/n was finally in the comfort of her dorm she shed her dress and changed into warm pajamas. she texted the boys to tell them she was home and would explain everything tomorrow. she also opened heeseung’s contact she stared at the unanswered messages from earlier before opening the message she received from jake.

masterlist

tag list ˚* ❀ @jjunieworld @304files @mrchweeee @sionshiii @kayleeshinee (if your name is bold i couldn’t tag you)

author’s note ˚* ❀ jake’s here!!!!!!! and everyone celebrated

love, echo🖤

#🌼he loves me not!#enhypen social media au #enhypen smau #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung imagines #jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake sim imagines #kpop social media au #kpop x reader #kpop writers #imagineyour-kpopboy

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tassjis · 3 months

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Small Copper - 10 lion Medium Copper - 100 lion Large Copper - 1,000 lion Small Silver - 10,000 lion Large Silver - 100,000 lion Small Gold - 1,000,000 lion Large Gold - 10,000,000 lion

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30 Fruit on the market <100 Payment for ordinary handiwork

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100 Shumil Feystone 100 Effa paid Lutz 200 Payment per flower part of a hair stick 500 Payment for making a mass-produced hairpin

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1,000 2 mugs of Behelle and some sausages in Ebb's bar 1,100 Hair ornaments with an express fee 2,000 Stone slate and one slate pencil 3,000 Initial price set for a mass-produced hairpin 6,000 A used calculator 8,000 Myne took home after selling her first sheets of paper 8,000-10,000 Ralph's monthly salary

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10,000 10 cookies sold at the Harpsiel concert 10,000 Given to each soldier escorting grey priests to Hasse 10,000 Cost per hair stick arranged for the girls in the Ehrenfest dorm to wear as a promotion 20,000 postcard-sized parchment 20,000 postcard-sized Volrin paper 30,000 profit from Frida's hair sticks (split between Lutz and Myne) 40,000 postcard-sized Trombe paper 40,000 A bottle of writing ink 40,000 Initial price for one of Freida's hair sticks 50,000 registration for the Myne Workshop 50,000 - 70,000 planned price for Reversi and Playing cards 60,000 Frieda's twin hairpins

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100,000 An apprentice uniform for Gilberta Co. 100,000 contract-sized parchment 100,000 contract-sized Volrin paper 100,000 minimum monthly wage for a Math and Writing Tutor - Three 1 bell lessons per week 100,000 Monthly salary of a gatekeeper (Gunther's Salary) 160,000 Myne's share of the 5 small gold donated to the temple 200,000 Given to the guards for handling an unexpected Clarrisa correctly 300,000 Monthly travel allowance paid to Italian restaurant chefs 300,000 Price for a Concert Program 300,000 Single colour poker set 400,000 Premium Reversi and playing cards 500,000 contract-sized Trombe paper 500,000 Monthly rental fee of an Italian chef 500,000 A Ferdinand portrait sold at the concert 500,000 Price of Karuta sold at the castle 500,000 - 800,000 Ticket price for low seats at the concert 800,000 Final price for a picture book

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1,000,000 price per Italian restaurant recipe 1,000,000 Highest seats in the concert 1,000,000 A picture book sold at the castle 1,000,000 Coloured playing cards sold at the castle 1,000,000 Price paid on Brigette's dress 1,000,000 Damuel's reward for the raise angelicas grade squad 1,000,000 Previous Grey Priest price 1,000,000 Royal Academy's Library Registration fee 1,800,000 Initial price of the Children's Bible 2,000,000 Laynoble price for Rozeyne's Mana Compression Method 2,000,000+ A faulty magic tool that will break 2,800,000 Cost of the mana tool to save Myne 2,800,000 2.5 years of Gunther's annual income 3,000,000 Information Fee to improve Rinsham 3,000,000 Used Mana draining tool that has been overwritten twice 5,000,000 Commission for a new mana-draining tool (estimate) 5,000,000 Average price for a grey priest 5,000,000 exclusive rights to pound cake for a year 6,000,000 Production method for plant paper 8,000,000 Mednoble price for Rozemyne's Mana compression method

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10,000,000 Mynes initial donation to the temple 17,000,000 Production method and rights to hair sticks 20,000,000 Archnoble price for Rozemynes Mana Compression method 22,000,000 price of grey priest Volk 30,000,000 deposit to borrow a book from the Royal Academy's library 30,000,000 Donations from the Tea Party 40,000,000-50,000,000 Price of a book 50,000,000 250 Trombe Paper (The size of a holy book) 128,600,000 profit from Ferdiand's concert (an undisclosed portion of this is considered "loose change" to Ferdinand) 180,000,000 estimated cost of transcribing and translating Dunklefelger's history

#I may have missed something #honzuki no gekokujou #ascendance of a bookworm

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valiantstarlights · 10 months

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[Wedding Planner AU] Part 3: Wedding Dress

Part 2: On the Restaurant's Balcony Area

I would like to thank @seiya-starsniper for reminding me about this AU, and making me realize that I had not, in fact, posted this chapter yet. 🙇‍♀️ It has literally been sitting (90% completed) in my labyrinth of notes since June 25. 😂

CW: just the usual 28 angsty stab wounds 😊

Being inside the Endless mansion is like being in a tomb.

Not that Hob has been to any tombs, since that would require a fuckton of money as well as the absence of common sense, but the air inside was noticeably heavier. No doubt the tangible weight of generations' worth of expectations and disappointments.

He remembers Dream not wanting to go back home for the holidays. How he took his sweet time packing, and even then he only packed light: a toothbrush bought from the convenience store near the dorms, a bottle of black nail polish, and snack sized chocolate bars enough to last him a month. He didn't take any of Hob's clothing with him, even though he wore them almost exclusively during the school year. He claimed that it was because they might get taken from him, but Hob suspected that it was because Dream had been ashamed of him.

Their eventual break up had proven him right.

"Mr. Gadling!"

Hob turns towards the pool area and spots Ms. Muse, wearing a bright yellow sundress and looking positively radiant. Meanwhile, Hob is a frazzled mess, having come straight from Constantine's main office all the way across London, making nonstop calls to catering companies in his car about the billion and one hors d'oeuvres Mrs. Muse and Mrs. Endless wanted.

"Ms. Muse," he greets amiably, and notices the distinct lack of her groom-to-be, as well as their overbearing mothers. "Is everyone else running late?"

"Oh, no," Ms. Muse says, and gestures to the comfortably padded wicker chair beside her. It seems that this meeting will be taking place in a less formal setting. Hob wonders if it is for his benefit or hers. Does he look as sleep-deprived as he felt? "Mother and Mrs. Endless are attending a soiree in Berlin, and Dream is working inside." She points to the side, where a dark figure is seated behind a desk, typing on his laptop, face set in concentration and earplugs in.

Hob remembers that face well. Dream is deep in 'the zone,' as they called it, back in the day. Hob remembers bringing him tea once in the early days, only to find it cold and untouched, and Dream apologetic afterwards. He had insisted on drinking the cold tea, but Hob took pity on him and drank the tea himself. After that incident, he would only make tea for Dream when he surfaces from his 'zone,' and it's a system that worked for them.

He wonders if Ms. Muse knows that, then mentally slaps himself. Of course she does. She's Dream's goddamn fiancee.

And more to the point, she would know Dream better than him, being in the same social class. They probably attended the same rich people parties all the time since they were kids.

Hob should just get this over with and leave. He still has more than three dozen calls he has to make before the end of the day, and an appearance to make at one of the junior wedding planners' small wedding receptions, to make sure that everything goes well, and to serve as back-up in case something goes wrong.

It's barely midday and he's already so fucking tired.

He takes out a stack of bridal magazines, since Ms. Muse expressed in her email that she prefers to flip through magazines rather than browse pinterest boards. Hob went the extra mile and got a couple of good vintage issues as well, in case she prefers the style of older gowns.

"Here," he says, and slides the stack towards the middle of the glass-topped wicker table between them. "Please feel free to browse and point out anything you like, even if it's just a color palette from a certain gown, the style of the lace, or the hairstyle of the model. We'll narrow down your choices later, and I will write and note down all your preferences. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me."

Ms. Muse dimples at him and excitedly flips through the topmost magazine on the stack. "Thank you for doing this, Mr. Gadling," she says. "I know it's not easy, what with our mothers' extravagant ideas, but you still manage to do everything so well and so professionally. I'm glad you're our wedding planner."

"Of course," Hob says, returning her smile, but doesn't say anything more. Lord knows what would happen if he were to speak his mind and tell her that all he's thinking about lately is foisting off the Muse-Endless wedding to someone else, preferably to someone who doesn't have a romantic history with the groom-to-be.

Hob notices that Ms. Muse is different when her mother and Mrs. Endless are not around. She looks more at ease, and instead of holding herself up so rigidly, she was slouching a little, one elbow on the table and one leg tucked neatly underneath the other.

She has told Hob that she definitely wants to have a simple, Grecian style gown made with light fabrics, and maybe a short train. She wonders if she could have a wedding gown that ombres from white to a dark orange at the bottom, while her bridesmaids (Dream's sisters and her own), could wear sunset-colored gowns to a style of their choosing that would fit their body type well.

"Delirium would definitely want to wear something like this, but have it ombre from a dark pink at the top to white at the bottom," she says, pointing to a Cinderella-style gown.

"Is Ms. Delirium Endless your maid of honor?" Hob asks as he notes down the page where the Cinderella gown is located, as well as the title and the issue number of the magazine where Ms. Muse found it.

Ms. Muse nods absently, waiting for Hob to finish his notes before flipping the page. "We have been friends since we were toddlers. I remember getting into so much trouble when she dared me to dye my hair bright green."

Hob chuckles. "I'm sure you looked like a very beautiful forest nymph."

"That's certainly one way of looking at it," Ms. Muse says, smiling. "But now I hope to repay the favor by making Deli look like a very beautiful radish."

Hob hums and reviews his previous notes. "Seeing as all the gowns of the wedding party are to be sunset-themed, I'm sure your mothers wouldn't take issue with it, if that's something that you're worried about."

Ms. Muse sighs happily. "I'm so glad we see eye to eye, Mr. Gadling. Oh, but please don't tell anyone about the secret meaning of Deli's dress!"

Hob smiles at her, this beautiful woman with a sunny personality. No wonder Dream fell hard for her. "Your secret is safe with me, Ms. Muse."

They talk about colors and fabrics some more, as well as the style of wedding veil that would pair well with her wedding gown. Ms. Muse, Hob is coming to find, is a very reasonable woman, very much unlike her own mother.

He just knows that she will be a good wife to Dream.

Hob had just finished answering her question about the feasibility of long wedding veils at a beach wedding and how detailed their embroideries can be, when Dream comes out from his office space and walks up towards them.

"Dream!" Ms. Muse says cheerily. "Are you going to be joining us after all?"

Hob makes sure the lines of his body are relaxed as he writes some more detailed notes, so he has the excuse of not looking up and greeting Ms. Muse's groom-to-be.

"No," Dream says. "I'm just taking a short break to get some tea. I still have emails to reply to and a meeting to oversee."

Ms. Muse nods understandingly. They really are a good match. Were it Hob in her place, he would have pestered Dream to eat something as well, and maybe rest his eyes and mind and hands for at least ten minutes. He would have asked Dream to lie down on his lap and stroke his hair until he falls asleep, then wake him up with kisses once his low-volume alarm beeps.

No wonder Dream got tired of him.

"That's too bad," Ms. Muse says. "But no worries! I'm having fun looking through the bridal magazines Mr. Gadling brought. Maybe we could even decide on what flowers to put in the wedding bouquet today."

"Sounds wonderful," Dream says, and he does sound like he means it. Hob wishes he could excuse himself without drawing any attention. He's sure Dream wouldn't even notice or care if he disappeared, but it would be rude to Ms. Muse if he just left.

Maybe he should just leave anyway so the bride and groom could have some time for themselves. Let them unwind for a bit and openly show each other affection without an unwanted audience.

"It is," Ms. Muse says brightly. "I was nervous because the task seemed daunting, but Mr. Gadling has been super helpful. He really knows his stuff, and he listens well and is very kind."

A pause. "He is," Dream says, and there's something in his voice that sounds unsure and vulnerable and maybe even a little hopeful. Hob quickly squashes that treacherous thought. Dream is about to get married. He would do well to remember that.

"Oh, hold on," Ms. Muse says, standing up. "Let me ring someone for tea. We could all use some, anyway."

She walks away, her yellow sundress waving like a flag behind her.

Hob does not have to look at Dream to know that he is staring after her.

Hob says nothing. He has nothing to say. Not now, when he is just the help.

"Thank you for assisting Calliope," Dream tells him, when Ms. Muse has disappeared from view.

"Of course, sir," Hob tells his notes, his tone bland and professional. "It's what I'm here for, you know. Gotta be helpful somehow or I'm gonna get fired."

The last part comes out bitter, and Hob doesn't know why he thought to say that. He should have just stopped talking after the first sentence and left Dream to navigate the awkward silence alone.

"Our mothers wouldn't dare to fire you," Dream says quietly. Gently. Hob grits his teeth as subtly as he could. "You are the best in your field. They would be hard-pressed to find someone better."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Mr. Endless," Hob says airily, and this time he looks straight at Dream when he says it. Dream looks taken aback when their eyes meet. Hob wonders if he could see the pain of the last ten, fifteen years in Hob's eyes. Hob hopes he does. Hob hopes he feels every last fucking glass shard buried in Hob's heart, still bleeding to this day. "I'm sure they would immediately find someone better to replace me with."

Dream looks like Hob just slapped him.

For a moment, there is pure devastation on his beautiful face. Lips slightly parted as if feeling the need to explain, eyes wide and wet, brows furrowed in hurt.

Hob has never seen him look like this before. They had never argued badly enough in the past to the point where Dream would be brought to tears.

Hob almost stands. Almost reaches for Dream to hold him in his arms, and allow him to hide his face against his neck while Hob pets his hair softly and soothingly, shushing him and murmuring against his ear that he doesn't mean it. That he's just hurt. That the last thing he wants is to hurt Dream.

But before Hob could do anything, decide whether or not to comfort the lost love of his life, Dream's mask reforms, and between one blink and the next, he is once again the picture of neutrality. "As you say, Mr. Gadling."

Hob opens his mouth. To apologize, perhaps, or to ask Dream how long it took him to move on.

'How long before you and Ms. Muse got together after we broke up?'

'How long before I'm only just another bad memory from the past?'

'How long did you really love me?'

'Were you actually in love with me, or was I just another way for you to rebel against your parents?'

He closes his mouth and says nothing. And for a few moments, he and Dream just looked at each other, Hob cataloguing all the ways Dream is still the same, wondering if he could have maybe done something differently that would have made Dream stay with him. Or maybe their relationship has always been destined to fail. They come from different backgrounds, after all, and Hob should have known to listen to fairytales.

Princes do not end up with paupers. They end up with beautiful princesses and live their lives happily ever after.

The only indicator of Dream's tumultuous thoughts is him raising his hand and almost unconsciously fidgeting with the ruby pendant of his necklace.

As soon as Hob's eyes drop to it, though, Dream stops entirely and places his hands on his sides, like nothing happened.

They were startled out of their silent staring when the door to the side opens, and Ms. Muse comes out like she brought the sun with her, as well as a fancy metal tea tray with three cups and a kettle that would not be out of place in 18th century Versailles.

"Mrs. Jones would be by in a bit with afternoon tea snacks," Ms. Muse says, just as Hob rises from his seat to take her burden from her. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Gadling. See how kind he is, Dream?"

"I have to return to my work," Dream says, and plucks the black teacup and its accompanying saucer right out of the tray that Hob is still holding.

Like Hob is just another goddamn servant employed by the Endless.

Then again, Hob thinks sardonically, that's exactly what he is, isn't he?

It's actually so nice to finally see that this is how Dream really sees him. Now Hob won't have to guess just what he is to him. What he always was.

Ms. Muse shrugs. "Sure. But don't work too hard, okay? Death will have my head if she finds out you're not taking proper breaks."

Dream visibly softens at the mention of his favorite sister. "Of course. I will see you later, Calliope." A colder glance at Hob. "Mr. Gadling."

Hob fights the urge not to bow mockingly. He settles for his default professional mode. Dream has just shown him where his proper place is, and Hob would do well to stay in it. "Mr. Endless."

Without another word, or indeed, another glance at Hob, Dream turns and walks away.

#wedding planner au #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs #note to self: for everyone's sake please title your notes properly 😭🙏#oh and (hugs everyone) sorry for the angst #i hope you guys enjoyed it though 🖤

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