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guillotinebypierre · 7 months

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Club culture was a crazy thing.

Especially in South Korea, where apparently young people only knew how to socialise if alcohol was involved.

Y/n was not a fan of clubs. Never had been and he had sworn to himself that he would never be a fan. Good thing the place they were going to was no club.

"Yo Y/n are you busy next weekend?", his friend Jongin asked him. Yes, THE Jongin, as in Kai from EXO.

Y/n worked as a photographer. A very good one at that. So good in fact, that Kai requested him to become his personal photographer after a fateful photoshoot for his solo debut, thus creating a somewhat surprising friendship. To Y/n, Jongin was just another regular dude who was a really nice person but could also be a fucking pain in the ass. He could, however, not deny that he enjoyed the behind the scenes looks he was able to get by knowing someone in the industry.

"No I'm free, all my schedules for photoshoots end on friday. Why'd you ask, though? You have something in mind?", Y/n asked while mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram home page.

"I was invited to a party, and I want you to come with me-"

"Jongin you know I don't do well with alcohol and clubs", Y/n cut him off.

"Dude, relax! It's not a club and nobody is gonna force alcohol down your throat. It's just a simple get together between me and my friends! Nothing over the top, I promise.", he reassured him.

This seemed like a trap. All of Y/n's alarms were ringing but, for whatever reason, he decided to go with it and agree.

And that brings us back to the start of the story. Y/n and Jongin sat in the back of a black limousine that was driving them to a huge mansion in a rather secluded, gated community a bit away from central Seoul. The area was quite beautiful, luxurious houses equipped with the most insane looking backyards, pools, basketball, tennis and football fields Y/n had ever seen before. Palm trees everywhere, something very out of character for Seoul. It was almost as if they had tried to mimic an American aesthetic or whatever.

The two men continued being driven up the seemingly never ending hill, Jongin being all giggly and basically jumping around in joy like a small child whose mother had just allowed him to eat candy for dinner. As the pair's chauffeur suddenly stopped the car, dread started filling Y/n's thoughts as he became self conscious and felt underdressed. He was wearing a simple outfit, consisting of a black Prada polo shirt that hugged his muscular chest and biceps while accentuating his small waist. He had on black dress pants with a designer belt and to top it all off some Prada loafers.

Jongin originally told him to dress casual but he still felt like, given the circles Jongin tends to hang out in, he should make himself presentable. They got out of the car and it was as if Y/n was shellshocked. They stood in a cul de sac, around them similar expensive limousines transporting all kinds of celebrities. Y/n looked around at the estate in front of him, loud music blasting out of the open windows and doors while atmospheric lights bathed the room in a sultry and sensual ambience.

He looked around once more, now acknowledging the people who were attending this 'party'. He saw members of NCT, people he was all too familiar with due to doing photoshoots for their most recent album. He also saw multiple girl groups, most noticeably Red Velvet and TWICE. The former of which he had known very well, the ladder of which being an almost unachievable dream of his as apparently JYPE had some kind of policy prohibiting them from hiring him due to him having worked with their 'rivals'.

"Dude are you just gonna stare or are you going to join me and get your ass inside?", Jongin said while smirking at him.

"What happened to the 'simple get together', Kai?"

This was a bad sign for Jongin. Y/n only ever used his stage name when he fucked up.

"Alright hear me out, I had to lie! You wouldn't have come otherwise and you would've missed out on so much fun man", Jongin tried to explain himself while pulling Y/n inside the mansion.

As they got inside Y/n immediately smelled the alcohol in the air, paired with the smell of greasy food, curtesy of the amount of pizzas and fried chicken laid out on the tables for the guests to eat. He hated to admit it but these celebrities sure knew how to throw a party.

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The night picked up pace incredibly quickly, the onslaught of new guests apparently being over. It was going on full blast, drunk idols making out and laughing like maniacs wherever one would look. Y/n, still without a single ounce of alcohol inside his system, had lost sight of his friend. He thought that Jongin was either passed out drunk, getting laid or was kidnapped, and decided to just go outside and relax by the pool.

He stood at the edge of the backyard, overlooking the city, which was now only visible due to its skyscrapers and bright lights illuminating the dark sky. He sighed, battling himself mentally on whether to call it a day or not and just go home without Jongin before a raspy voice interrupted his thought process.

"I've never seen you before, at these kinds of parties, you know? Are you a newly debuted idol?"

"Oh no I'm not an idol at all, just a plus one-"

"Well Mr. Plus One, mind if I take the spot next to you?", she interrupted him.

"Sure"

She stepped up next to him, allowing him to take a clear look at her face and finally getting him to realise who he was talking to the whole time.

Hirai Momo. Momoring. The Dancing Mochine. Twice's Main Dancer. 1/3 of the JLine, whatever you want to call her.

"What's up tiger? Cat got your tongue?", she asked him as she turned to face him.

"No I just didn't expect to speak to someone like you tonight-"

"What's that supposed to mean", she asked fake insulted

"That I didn't expect to meet an A-lister tonight

She smiled at him, a small blush forming on her cheeks, either from his compliment or the alcohol being breathed in like air at this party.

The night continued like this for the pair as they got to know each other more and more. They had chemistry together, their conversation bouncing off each other naturally and progressing naturally, neither one feeling bored and reciprocating each other's energy. The sound of the party behind them seemingly drowned out as they only had eyes for each other.

"You know Mr. Plus-One-"

"It's Y/n. Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you Ms. Hirai-"

"You can call me Momo, handsome", Momo said while starring into his eyes.

"As I was saying, what did you do to get to this party? Whose plus one are you exactly?"

"Jongin. Or Kai, from EXO. His name depends on how angry I am at him"

"Makes sense now. Of course someone like him would be friends with a guy as hot as you. What do you do for a living, Y/n. Like how did you get to meet someone in the industry?"

"I'm a photographer. I met Jongin back when he was doing photoshoots for his solo debut. He liked my work so much that he requested for me to be his personal photographer and SM kinda started using me for all their artists. I actually tried applying for JYPE, too, but they rejected me because I worked with SM before. Seems quite petty if you ask me", Y/n replied while taking the last sip of his water.

"You're telling me that I could've gotten your number before if that old geezer didn't have an ego the size of Seoul? I swear to god he will pay for his sins.", Momo replied while laughing and smiling at Y/n.

"Who says that you'd get my number? Someone's confident", Y/n teased her while raising an eyebrow

"Oh please, Y/n. I could get you naked and fuck you right here in front of everyone in like 3 minutes if I wanted to", Momo replied while smirking at him.

The two had moved closer together a while ago and where now touching skin on skin while speaking to each other.

Y/n looked down at Momo and saw her bite her lip while eyeing him up and down, her eyes trailing his lips, then his eyes and back to his lips again.

"Are you currently seeing someone?", she asked while backing off and slowly walking towards the hot tub.

"Nah I'm single. I'm looking for someone right now but there haven't been that many that have caught my attention"

"Am I one if them?"

"I think you can answer that question yourself, Momo"

They soon arrived at the hot tub, Momo bending down and taking off her clothes, exposing her red lacy underwear to him. She looked over her shoulder, seeing as Y/n shamelessly stared at her thick ass, almost as if he was in a trance.

"Are you just gonna watch or do you care to join me, pretty boy?", Momo asked while getting inside the hot tub.

This seemed to shake those thoughts off of Y/n as he began stripping down to his underwear and joined Momo. She swam over to him, her hand immediately interlocking behind his neck as she sat on his lap. She looked him in the eyes, almost waiting for him to make the first move.

"I want to fuck you right now", Y/n said, boldness somehow taking over.

"Then fuck me, baby", Momo said before smashing her lips on his.

They kissed, nay it was more like they tried sucking each other's face off, tongues battling for dominance as neither wanted to back down. Their hands roamed around each other's bodies, Y/n finding his way towards Momo's ass while Momo dug her nails into his wide back, marking her territory.

The pair continued making out as they explored their needs, pleasure taking over both of them as lust dictated their every move. Not wanting to lose any time, Momo unhooked her bra, throwing it away somewhere before pushing her panties to the side and fishing out Y/n's dick out of his underwear. She stroked his cock, getting it hard before aligning the tip and slamming herself down onto his length.

She underestimated how much she could take, closing her eyes in a mixture of pleasure and pain, before biting down onto his shoulder and taking a few moments to relax. Y/n felt her body on top of his as Momo slowly accustomed to his length and thickness before starting to ride him. She moved her hips in an expert way as she threw it back on him, her walls clamping down onto him with each lap she completed riding on top of him. He was so deep inside him that it drove her insane.

Momo leaned down, moaning and groaning into Y/n's ears as her face reddened even more, rivalling her underwear. She viciously rode him, her climax coming closer and closer as if it was inching towards a goal line, her moans becoming more sporadic and breathy rather than drawn out and controlled. Her ample breasts bounced as her breathing quickened, her pussy becoming tighter and tighter around Y/n before she let out one more loud scream in ecstasy and fell down on top of him. Y/n came, too, his cum dripping out and overflowing out of Momo's pussy as the pair caught their breath.

"Do- Do you happen to have a camera with you, Y/n?", Momo suddenly asked.

"Just my phone, why'd you ask?", he replied.

"We need to get a room. Follow me pretty boy"

The lovers jumped out of the hot tub, oblivious to the few idols who were sober enough to witness and register what had just occurred in front of them, before walking inside the mansion and up the stairs. The second floor of the house was somehow even more luxurious than the first one, expensive paintings and vases littered around the walls and floors, a red carpet going all the way to a big double door.

Momo limped towards the door, her legs being almost like jelly, before throwing the doors open and revealing a large king sized bed. She turned around and gestured for Y/n to close and lock the door before jumping on him and kissing him hungrily again.

Y/n walked forward, falling with Momo onto the bed before taking his lips and kissing, biting and licking every part of her body. Just as he was about to go down on her, however, she pulled his hair and said to him

"I've had enough foreplay, fuck me already"

Y/n took his dick, aligned it with her wet snatch and inserted it in her. Her back arched immediately, mouth forming an 'O' shape as her hands reached around to grab literally anything for support. He slowly picked up his pace, moving his hips while also applying force and slamming inside her, fucking her like he had some pain inside him.

Suddenly, he turner around, pushing her head down and having her ass up, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and taking out his phone. He hit record, the phone now picking up on the loud moans, in contrast to the quiet and breathy ones she had let out earlier in the hot tub, these ones seemed like they were for the entirety of Seoul to hear, so everyone knew who this dick belonged to. Y/n pulled her hair, making Momo look at him before letting go and going to town on her ass cheeks, slapping each of them with vigour as the skin rippled and the recoil moved like the waves in a still body of water after being disturbed. Her moans grew louder and more frantic, her eyes forming tears of pleasure as she once again tightened around his base and came with a lot scream of pleasure.

Momo took a few moments to regain her composure, before finding almost superhuman strength and flipping both of them over so now she was on top, riding Y/n like a Harley. She looked him in the eyes, a hungry expression on her face. Her juices flowed down her thighs, souvenirs of her prior climaxes as she began riding him without falling off. She decided to get nasty with him, spitting into his mouth before inserting her tongue in and playing with it, exchanging saliva with Y/n.

Her hips, once again, moved in a circular motion as she felt every single piece of her lovers dick, her insides memorising every vein, every inch stretching her out like nothing had before. Sweat beads trickled down her forehead, the two of them coated in a layer of it as the exercise tired them out. Her hands were on his abs for stability, her head thrown into the air as she felt things she had never felt before.

Y/n started feeling like his climax was coming soon, the boiling sensation in his core greeting him as he watched Momo's breast bounce around while she jumped up and down on him, impaling herself with his dick.

"Momo I'm close."

"Alright pull out, I want it on my face"

He pulled out of her, Momo going onto her knees while sticking her tongue out, her fingers playing with her pussy and nipples as Y/n stroked his cock, the visual imagery becoming too much as he soon erupted in a geyser of hot, white, thick and sticky semen that covered Momo's entire face.

Y/n fell back onto the bed as Momo scooped the cum up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She walked, or rather wobbled, around before grabbing a towel and cleaning her face. She then, too, fell back into the bed and almost immediately fell asleep after cuddling with Y/n.

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The next morning Y/n woke up relatively early, stretching his arms before realising that he was alone in bed. He looked towards the table in the centre of the room and found a note.

"Hey handsome,

this is Momo. Thank you for giving me the best night of my life. Unfortunately, I had schedules so I left early, but I would love to see you again. I left you my number at the bottom of the page and I hope to hear from you soon.

P.S. I will speak to JYP about hiring your fine ass for a photoshoot for TWICE.

take care, tiger

love, Momo xoxo"

Y/n smiled to himself before pocketing the note and walking downstairs, finding Jongin passed out on a coach surrounded by other drunk idols. He picked Jongins phone up and called for the manager to get him.

"I swear he will be the death of me"

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #twice smut #twice momo #momo x reader

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skribblezcorner · 3 months

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Zosan Brainrot. haha ahaha.

tysm to @11yogurts for finally motivating me to share my debilitating zosan hyperfixation online ily

My ABSOLUTE FAVORITE Sanji hc is that post-timeskip he has WAYY too many things that hes picked up from momoiro and the crew is absolutely fine w/it, but it drives Zoro BONKERSSSS because he has a big fat gay crush on Sanji.

Example 1 : Heels

Got this idea from a a fic i read about 2 years ago, can't remember the name for the LIFE OF ME or what it was about, but not it has me imagining a post-ts Sanji coming back from momoiro wearing oxfords with a 4-INCH HEEL, both for style and combat reasons. Zoro just assumes Sanji's grown taller (which he is kinda pissed about) and goes on about his life. I imagine the realization goes somewhat like this:

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Zoro would pause to say something about how this is the second time this week they've gotten ambushed on the Sunny, but he's too busy slicing the barrel off another marine's shotgun. He renders another officer unconscious with the butt of his sword, then sheaths it after looking around to make sure no stragglers try to sneak up on him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Sanji finishing off the group attacking him in a whirlwind of fire and shouted expletives - and then he sees it.

When Sanji arcs back into a handstand, the ankles of his tailored slacks ride up to his calves and What is the fuck is on his feet.

The shoes look like regular oxfords, laced black leather with a brown bottom - and a large, square heel at the back. Oh, they're heels, Zoro belatedly realizes.

Zoro stares, his face flushed and mouth probably wide open, as he watches the cook's blocky loafers take out a man's nose. Zoro should absolutely not find that as attractive as it is.

Sanji pivots on one of his hands, bringing both his legs in towards his torso before shooting up and over the gaggle of marines still chasing after him. He twists through the air, and Zoro can see the cook's muscled thighs contracting through his dress pants as he brings those fucking shoes down on another officer's head. The heels get spattered with blood as he delivers a sweeping kick to the rest of the men still standing, sending them sprawling across the deck.

Zoro is still frozen as the cook rights himself and dusts off his suit, patting down his pockets for a cigarette and lighter. The clacking of his heels against Sunny's deck as he heads to the galley match the rapid pounding of blood in Zoro's ears, and Sanji finally, finally catches his gaze from where he's heading to the galley.

He looks- breathtaking, evidence of the fight everywhere on him. Hair mussed, shirt missing two buttons, his exposed chest covered in a light sheen of sweat as he turns to face Zoro. his visible eye narrows and his mouth curls up into a smirk, taking in the dusting of red on Zoro's cheeks.

Before Zoro can say anything, Sanji's gaze shifts behind him and widens, and Zoro suddenly feels a sharp pain on the back of his head.

"OH, YOU FUCKER!" and Sanji's heels (the cook wears heels Zoro's going to fucking die) pattering over are the last things he hears before he blacks out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ahaha zoro being stupid and not paying attention to his surroundings because he's so distracted by Sanji in battle is CANON BECAUSE I SAY SO. i love them so much aksdjgfhadjkslhflkjsad

sorry for any spelling mistakes in this little ficlet but OHMYGOD i needed to get this out into the world and its currently 3am and i wrote this in like an hour. also First ever post???? yay me!!!!!! . also should i make more of these?? cause i definitely have more ideas. lmk (≧◡≦)

#one piece hcs #zosan #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece zosan #zosan canon!!#one piece #black leg sanji #gay gay homosexual gay #feeding the sanji wearing heels agenda #simp zoro canon #IM GOING INSANE.

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thesarcasticreader · 1 year

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PAC: THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

These are general readings meant for entertainment purposes. You can partake in advice, but do not let it cloud your decision-making.

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(IMAGES ARE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST)

Pile 1:

Your person is very emotional or has a tendency to put family above all. It would piss you off sometimes that they give too much of themselves to others who don't deserve it but you admire this trait of theirs as well.

They are very good at keeping secrets and hiding their feelings. This is a result of being lied to very often. This trait will drive you nuts too but when you get into a relationship. People can grow and learn. Do not keep unrealistic expectations from relationships but if someone doesn't show signs of change. Talk to them and resolve the issues.

Your person is someone who will change a lot in their lifetime. They are capable of learning and growing.

This person loves cats a lot.

This person indulges in luxury quite a bit but stays within their means.

I am not seeing something about finances but this person is well-off. Not obnoxiously rich. But lives in a town with a cute two-story house that they own and have a shop where people from the town make purchases from. Very well off and can afford the best things.

Both of you are going to be from a well-off family. Affording Chanel is not all that there is in life. But I guess it helps 🥰🤣

You two are very likely to start a business together. You will end up leaving the place where you start at.

Say you live in a Town right now, you are likely to move to a bigger city to start your business with this person. For some of you, the business could revolve around event management or something to do with weddings and making wigs.

Looks like they could kill. Is a cinnamon roll.

Pile 2:

Your person was the heartbreaker of their time. This person had a bad childhood and they do not like talking about it.

Even though they say that it doesn’t bother them, it does.

They could even be in therapy for this too. And it is vital that their trust never be violated. This person needs a very emotionally stable person who is confident in them.

Your person could be argumentative too. It is one of the past influences that affected them badly. However, if they are made aware of the same. They will notice the pattern and actively try to change it.

This person is very lovely in a relationship. Their love will be displayed in their actions. It’s not always the big thing. The little ones like making sure your coffee is not too hot, shielding you from hitting your head in a corner, keeping you away from the roadside while you two are walking etc.

They are absolutely focused on you and they will do everything possible to make your life easier.

This person is very supportive and will persuade you to go after your dreams. This person is literally soulmate material. Even if their past has been jaded, they stand strong.

For this pile, I am seeing appearance more clearly. Stoic and strong build for men. Dark hair and prefers to wear a sleeveless T-shirt at home. Taller, likes going to the gym, likes coffee from a solid red cup (this was very specific for some reason), and probably has a home with ceiling-to-floor windows. Might be scared of heights.

For women, blonde to brown hair, the classic mean girl look on their face, insanely business-oriented, no bullshit attitude, people are scared of her, has a small smile, when she laughs her eyes wrinkle cutely, and black loafers

Looks like they could kill. They will!

Pile 3:

This is my sunshine pile. There is a lot of cute in here and that’s what your person is like.

This person is someone who would cuddle a raccoon. I am sorry, but that’s what came through 😂😂

They love animals and probably volunteer a lot at shelters or reduce them. If you end up dating this person, you can expect to foster a lot of animals.

This person is not all sunshine though. Life has dealt them a tough hand but they have persevered.

A lot of Fire and Water Energy in this pile. This has to be the happiest Scorpio pile I or most people have ever seen 😂😂

This person has a lot of energy. I know who this pile reminds me of. There is this girl on YouTube, Mikayla from SaveAFox. If you don’t know the channel. Go there right now. Get your immediate serotonin boost that even Masturbation can’t bring (I just had to) 😂😂

This is a relationship that will lead to marriage very quickly.

Your person is not concerned with material gains. They want emotional fulfilment.

This person feels like meeting an old friend after a long time. This person loves baking.

They prefer cute, handmade gifts and letters too. They are likely to give them to you as well.

Words of affirmation are their love language.

Early childhood may have included bullying in their case.

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll. Is a Cinnamon Roll.

The messages were flowing so happily and easily today. Sometimes it is so annoying that the thoughts just refuse to come to you and other days, I can basically pour myself into these readings. It is amazing afff✨🧿

IF YOU WANT MORE READINGS, YOU CAN CHECK MY INSTAGRAM: @A_sarcastic_Reader.

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rawritzrobin · 5 months

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The Waynes: Chapter 7

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: You get to know a little bit about the place where Jason calls home.

A/N: Hello! I am back. Life has been one thing after another, but the holiday season is here and things are finally slowing down. Some short domestic fluff for ya here. Don't worry, things pick up after this. (:

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Chapter 7: Penthouse

Charles nodded, and started to drive.

You looked at Jason confused. In your time together, Jason had never once mentioned his place. He talked about growing up in the manor, so you assumed he just lived there seeing how it had about 30 bedrooms.

“You might want to avoid going home for a while. We don’t know if those men are still watching it.” Jason pulled you closer into him. You instinctively leaned your head into his chest.

You hadn’t thought about that. For just a second you forgot about what almost happened a few hours ago.

“Charles can go grab some of your stuff tonight.” Jason said to you, and Charles at the same time. He then spoke directly to Charles. “C, do you know if my fridge is stocked at home?”

“Yes sir. Alfred paid a visit just a few days ago. You should have the standard items.”

“Thanks.” Jason said as he pulled out his phone. He typed a few things into his phone as you watched the city fly past you two outside the car.

The drive took longer than you thought it would. It was starting to make sense why Jason usually stayed over at your place. It was much closer to The Cave than his place. You started to nod off a bit; the adrenaline finally wearing off. You closed your eyes for a few minutes.

“Baby? Jason said in a whisper.

You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times. “Are we here?” You asked, your voice a little croaky.

“Sorry to wake you. C is going to head to your place to pick up some stuff for you. Do you need anything specific?” Jason said as he opened the door to step out of the car. You could see you were in an underground parking of sorts.

“Just some clothes would be nice. And my laptop. Maybe the new book you got me last week? I haven’t finished it. It’s the blue book on my coffee table” You said as you got out. Jason closed the door behind you as Charles rolled down his window. You handed him the keys and he took them with a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said, before waving goodbye and pulling out of the structure.

“I also gave C our usual order at Adam’s. The doorman downstairs will bring it up when he's back.” He said, leading you towards an elevator. The door opened as soon as Jason scanned a key card. You stepped in, and noticed there was only one button on the door. “Private elevator. No one can use it without my authorization.” He said as he noticed your demeanor.

You would never get used to Jason’s lifestyle.

The elevator moved quickly up, and in a few seconds the doors opened to reveal a large entryway. From the length of the ride, you two were pretty high up. The entryway was wall to wall black marble. The stairs leading to the second floor were also the same material. There were a bunch of hidden lights that ran through the walls, dimly lighting up the room. Jason bent over to take off his shoes, and slipped on a pair of loafers that were by the door. He gestures to another pair next to them.

“Sorry if it feels cold here. I haven’t been here in a long time. I’ll make sure Charles drops by the store tomorrow to get you a pair of slippers too. The marble can be cold.” Jason waited for you to put on the shoes before stepping further into the penthouse. You looked in awe around the room. You two made your way down a long hallway to reveal the living room. The first thing you noticed was the view. You were definitely very high up. You instantly gravitated towards the large corner window. You looked outside at Gotham. It was beautiful from this height, where you weren't able to see all the crime going on.

Your eyes twinkled like a kid in a candy shop. “I can’t believe you have this place and chose to hang out in my tiny box of an apartment.”

Jason chuckled as he watched you enjoy the view. He didn’t really like coming here by himself. It was a constant reminder of how alone he was up here.

After a few seconds, you turned around to see Jason was already sprawled on his couch. He had his arms up, and feet onto the table. The carpet in the middle of the modern black couch was crimson red. They matched the socks Jason was currently wearing.

“The food might take a bit. Do you want to shower while we wait?”

You nodded, excited to see what the shower was like.

You followed Jason up the set of stairs in the living room. You were quick to notice, Jason didn’t seem to have many personal photos or decorations up around. They were mainly abstract art pieces that were purchased for the sake of needing something to fill the space. “When we are done with dinner, I can show you the library.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. Of course he had his own library.

You walked down another hallway that led to a pair of double black doors. Jason pushed it open to reveal a beautiful corner bedroom. The large king sized bed filled up most of the space. The high ceilings made the room seem even bigger than it was. You laughed internally at the length of the curtains. You wondered where you would even buy curtains that long. The bedroom looked as unused as the rest of the place.

There were two doors on the left side of the room. You could guess one of them was the closet, and one was the bathroom. Jason opened the door on the right to reveal a needlessly large bathroom. He was right, it was definitely larger than your entire apartment. There was only one sink, but it stretched along the wall. A single black toilet sat next to the sink. To the side near the windows, was a large bathtub. It was certainly large enough to fit more than 2 people comfortably. In the back of the room was a large walk in shower with a giant rain shower on the ceiling.

“Be right back.” Jason said.

You were too busy admiring the bathroom to even realize how long he was gone for.

So this is what money can buy? You asked yourself.

Jason came back with a large black t-shirt and a pair of silk PJ bottoms. “These will be too big, but Charles should be back soon with a pair of your pajamas.” Jason said, handing you the clothes.

“What about you?” You asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Jason tilted his head in confusion. You giggled. He was adorable.

“You’re not going to let me shower alone are you? The tub is big enough for both of us.”

Jason smirked, closed the door behind him, and started to remove his top. You licked your lips at the sight of his body. You yelped as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the large shower.

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After spending longer than you should have in the shower, you both came out clean and relaxed. You felt like the entire day of stress was washed away. Jason went to grab the food from the front, while you made yourself comfortable on the large couch in the living room. The clothes that Jason lent you were super comfortable. The towels were so fluffy you just wanted to sleep in them.

“You want to watch some TV?” Jason said, walking into the room with a huge bag of food. It smelled so good you were practically drooling.

“I can’t eat anymore.” You said rubbing your stomach. You powered down an entire bowl of ravioli and three breadsticks. Jason watched you lovingly as you laid back and sank into the couch. “Can I sleep here tonight? So comfy.” You said pulling one of the cushions into your face.

“If you want. Do you still want to see the library?” Jason teased.

At that mention, you jumped up. “Show me!” You said with glee.

Jason laughed at your excitement, and leaned forward towards you. He slid his arms under your body and easily lifted you up bridal style. You laughed out loud as he carried you down a large hallway. You were vibrating from excitement. It felt very much like a beauty and the beast moment, without the stockholm syndrome.

You two passed many doors on the way there. You swore this place was bigger than it actually looked. You were sure Jason owned a majority of the building with his place alone. After what felt like a couple minutes, you finally reached a pair of double doors. Jason gently put you down, and you gravitated towards the door. With a light push, the doors opened, to reveal a library that was bigger than Jason’s bedroom. It was no beauty and the beast library, but it was still larger than most library’s you had been to.

Instead of the black marble that lined the rest of the penthouse, the library was oak brown. There were intricate patterns etched into the top of the book shelves. Gold trim lined each shelf. The shelves were all filled to the brim. There were several long couches in the middle of the room, with a coffee table stationed in the middle. Towards the back was a large fireplace. With the click of a switch, the fireplace roared to life. A classic spiral staircase led to the top floor, which had even more books lined up against the walls. You stepped forward to admire all the books in the room.

Jason leaned against the doorway, admiring your wonder. “The ones on the top are my favorites that I have already read. The ones on the bottom I still haven’t gotten to. Once I finish one, and it doesn’t make it to my favorites, I donate them to a library in the city.”

You looked up at the books on the top shelf. There were hundreds if not thousands of books on the shelves. You turn around to look at him. “Wow.” You said nearly breathless.

You were interrupted by the sound of Jason’s phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and picked it up, while you stepped forward to pull a random book off the shelf.

“Charles is here with your stuff. I’ll be right back.”

*******

After Charles dropped off your stuff, you and Jason stayed in the library for a while. You quickly went upstairs to see which books Jason called his favorite. You were delighted that you two seemed to have similar taste.

After looking through about 30 books, a yawn escaped your lips.

Jason chuckled. “Common. It’s been a long day. Let’s get you to bed.” He said, gently taking your hand and leading you out of the library. You turn off the switch to the fireplace, and leave the room.

You didn’t bother to change into your pajamas. Jason’s were plenty comfortable. You jumped into the soft and plush bed and quickly snuggled under the covers. Jason sent through a couple of text messages, before placing his phone face down on his dresser, and climbed in after you. You cuddled up against him, and laid your head on his chest. The bed was gigantic compared to yours. You often felt bad as you knew it was barely big enough for Jason’s long legs. But here, Jason felt right at home. You leaned up to place a soft kiss onto his lips. You looked down to meet his turquoise eyes.

“Night Jay.”

“Night doll.”

You laid back down onto his chest, and listened to his heart beat. After a few minutes, you let sleep take over.

#jason todd x reader #gangster waynes #jason todd imagines #jason todd #mobster jason todd #gangster jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #AU #Batfamily #batman #Jason Todd x y/n #Jason Todd Fanfiction #red hood x you #Jason Todd x You #Jason x reader #the waynes #mob AU

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Vamos a la Playa

Thomas had thought that the flights from Düsseldorf to Mallorca were already a punishment. As beautiful as the island was, on the way there, the owners of fincas in the Serra de Tramuntana or townhouses in Santa Catalina mixed with the boozers and party animals who were on their way to El Arenal or Cala Rajada. But as unpleasant as these people were at the airport or on the plane, that was no comparison to what he was experiencing right now at Stansted. His flight with British Airways had been canceled, he had had to rebook on Ryanair. And instead of a comfortable seat in business class, he was about to have to squeeze into a middle seat in row 34. Thomas took a deep breath. In four hours, he would be in his car, pop the top, and drive through the evening toward his home in Artà.

Waiting at the gate were mostly young men. Most of them already drunk. Playing each other videos on their cell phones. Listened to loud music from boomboxes. All with far too much hand luggage. Undisciplined pushers. When Thomas finally arrived at his seat, it smelled of beer and sweat. There wasn't a cubic centimeter of space left in the overhead compartment for his Louis Vuitton Weekender. And the two young men to his right and left completely ignored his presence, chatting over him in barely intelligible English. Even before the plane took off, Thomas was annoyed. It was cramped, noisy, it stank. The two men to his right and left stretched regularly so that he had their hairy armpits right in his face. And the pinnacle was when the lad in the aisle seat farted loudly and stinkily. First booming laughter from his pals. Then a laughing "Sorry mate, I think I need to take a shit." If that was supposed to be an apology, it was more than questionable. He was getting woozy. Maybe he should take the opportunity that the aisle seat was free, and also go to the toilet once. Of course, both toilets were occupied. The first one that became free was the one of his seat neighbor. "Mate, believe me, you don't want to go there right now." said the young man with an admittedly disarming smile. And farted once more. Thomas now urgently needed to go to the toilet himself. He pushed past his seatmate and closed the door behind him. What a terrible stench. Thomas tried to hold his breath. But he couldn't. And then he had to fart himself. Louder and stronger than ever before in his life. He felt sick from his own stench. And had to vomit into the airplane toilet.

When he stood again and washed his face, he stared into the mirror. Hadn't he been wearing his jacket when he'd gone to the bathroom? And why was he wearing tennis socks and bathing slippers? He had worn his loafers without socks… He was completely confused. Must have been the stench. He shuffled back to his seat. Now he needed a beer. The cans in his weekender were still reasonably cool. He offered Liam and Shane, his seat neighbors, a beer as well. And all three emptied the cans down the drain. Thomas clearly decided the final burping contest in his favor. By the time they were on approach to Palma, the beer and liquor supplies of the three had been eliminated. Liam was already totally drunk again. The lanky fella just couldn't handle anything. The fact that he had pissed his pants while sleeping off his intoxication was fortunately not visible in the already wet shiny training pants. Of his pals, Tom was clearly the most muscular. He liked to show off his biceps. T-shirts were for wimps, he had only packed a couple of tank tops and undershirts for the two weeks of Magaluf. Two more swim trunks and a change of shorts. Everything he needed fit in his fake MCM backpack.

His parents were happy when he announced his arrival at their vacation home with a video call. Tom had kept quiet about the fact that Liam had made a mess of the bathroom while puking, and that Shane had shagged a horny blonde he'd met on the bus to Magaluf in his parents' bed immediately after arriving. The Polish cleaning lady would get silence and pain money next week. And until then, the three of them would drink and fuck like it was only possible on Mallorca.

#muscle tf #age reduction #male tf #chav tf

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soapskneebrace · 11 months

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Any Price headcanons please? 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

MORE SOFT PRICE COMING RIGHT UP

Outdoorsy. On leave, Price likes to fish, hike, and generally spend time outside.

He’s also a casual birdwatcher. He doesn’t make trips for it, and he certainly doesn’t know the names of every bird, but he does like to look at them.

His favorite book genres are mysteries and westerns. He has all of Cormac McCarthy’s books, but he HATES Louis L’Amour (all my homies hate Louis L’Amour).

He takes very good care of his facial hair. There’s a certain beard oil he will go miles out of his way to restock if he can’t find it close to home.

His tea of choice is chamomile. He’s got high blood pressure as a result of his job and smoking habit, so he drinks it to chill out.

Shows of choice are Midsomer Murders and Death in Paradise. He doesn’t like slick, modern crime dramas, since they hit too close to home. Quirky little mysteries suit him far more.

Would not miss a single football game for his favorite club (team? hashtag I’m American) if that was an option. He fucking LOVES game day. Doesn’t matter if the weather sucks, he wants to be there.

A very simple cook. He doesn’t bother with complicated dishes unless it’s a special occasion. Tries to eat as balanced of a diet as he can, though, since he’s getting older and he wants to stay in good shape for as long as possible.

Actually dresses pretty well! He doesn’t wear a lot of graphic tees (unless it’s for an aforementioned game) and he thinks trainers look juvenile on grown men. So he’s got a lot of henleys, and usually wears leather boots or casual loafers.

One of his biggest joys in life? Getting to pour drinks for his friends<3

Him and Laswell’s wife always get along swimmingly when they meet up. It drives Kate insane actually. They’ll tease her mercilessly.

On that note, one of the few times John won’t smoke at all is when he’s hanging out with the Laswells, because the missus doesn’t like it.

His men are his family, full stop. He knows about birthdays, partners’ names and jobs, dumb childhood stories. If anyone will remember someone else’s anniversary, it’s gonna be Price.

He keeps thinking about retiring as time goes on. He daydreams about a vegetable garden and birds in his backyard. He knows he’s never going to get it, because he’s never going to quit.

Does a lot of living vicariously through others. He won’t let himself have that garden, but he’ll kick your ass if you don’t give one to yourself if you want one.

In general Price will go out of his way for the people he cares about. He could be just getting out of the hospital and still be totally willing to drive someone across town if need be.

Truly I just want him in my life so bad dear lord why can’t he be real

#answered #price

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oh no, a murder happened and everyone is kind of suspicious! edgebanter has initiated a cosmere fashion month on instagram and the topic is mystery à la mode. the first theme is #whodunnit and it somehow turned into a Knives Out crossover. (Because among other things I really liked the costume design of the movie). next week: Masquerade. ID by the lovely Priscellie [ID: irst image: Sadeas slumped on a decorative rug, bleeding profusely from a head wound mercifully hidden from the viewers. There is a small "2" crime scene evidence thingy nearby.

2nd image: An assemblage of main characters in stylish, affluent modern clothing, arrayed in a living room with plush red furniture. Dalinar, Navani, and Ialai sit and the others stand. Front row, left to right: Shallan is standing, holding an iPhone and looking super shady. She wears one black driving glove on her safehand, a white blouse, a long grey skirt, and purple flats. She wears her long red hair down. Next, Dalinar sits on a loveseat with Navani. Dalinar looks like my grandfather, wearing a blue blazer with subtle white vertical and horizontal lines, a sky blue tie, charcoal pants, and brown loafers. The way he's sitting reveals his socks. Navani wears a pink power suit and glasses, and her braided black hair hangs over one shoulder. I'm assuming the next person is Ialai, wearing a yellow dress with tall, strappy gold heels. She wears a red glove on her safehand, and she has a deeply unpleasant expression. Back row, left to right: Kaladin wears a brown suede-looking jacket over a sky blue checkered flannel and blue undershirt. He wears his hair in a ponytail, but scandalously, it is NOT hot. Next, Rlain wears a red and gold argyle sweatervest, and I am THRIVING. He has a topknot and a goatee, because Honor still lives in the hearts of men. He wears a white collared shirt under the sweater vest and a purple-black blazer over it. Very close beside him is Renarin, looking magnificently leeklike, wearing the same, except with a dark red sweater vest with gold details, and with glasses, yessss. Then there's Jasnah, looking super stylish in a dark blue power suit with shoulder details. She looks like there are twenty different places she'd rather be, and this is wasting her time. Then finally Amaram, wearing a green army jacket and brown pants, with shoulder-length hair.

Image 3: Adolin wears a fabulous white sweater and sits in a red armchair, chin resting on his steepled hands and legs crossed at the knees. He has one eyebrow raised as he contemplates how to proceed.]

#cosmere fashion month #stormlight archive #spoiler words of radiance #?#knives out #crossover #whodunnit #scribbles #crem and love #cfsbf

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ryanclaremont · 1 year

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twists and turns.

It feels a little childish.

Ryan texted August when she got home safely last night after she asked, after they kissed, after she couldn’t stop thinking about it and ended up passing out at four in the morning. Now her alarms going off and she wants to smash it against the wall. It’s not the worst, she’s done all nighters and gone to an event the next day and made it out fine. It’s not like she’s hungover or anything either.

So as Ryan brushes her teeth, letting her hair air dry after her shower, she casually looks over at her phone to see if August’s name is going to pop up. Just... dumb, right? She doesn’t know him other than that they both share the interest of escaping when things get too difficult. Besides, he probably doesn’t have to wake up and go be polite to England’s royal family because her best friend is getting wrapped up in some marriage scheme.

Ryan gets dressed, a white short sleeve blouse tucked into some wide legged trousers paired with some loafers. It’s easy but acceptable, and she’s got a blazer just in case. Being around Luci and her family, she knows she can dress a little more relaxed but this is a whole different ballpark. She checks her phone as a car’s waiting outside for her and she grabs her purse and two garment back, swinging them over her shoulder as she heads out of her flat.

The drive is a little nerve-wracking, Ryan’s not a shy person but it is a bit intimidating going to meet some new people. The car stops at what looks like a side drive way with an entrance and the door opens for her, Ryan thanking the man and gets out and is escorted into the palace. It’s beautiful, even on first glance, she wonders how big is actually is. Could probably get lost in a place like this. She follows a familiar face of one of Luci’s security men and hums about.

“Arthur, you’re looking like a statue today,” Ryan quips and smiles at him. “Loosen up, go have from fish and chips, some tea or whatever else they like here.”

Arthur just gives her a look that he’s not in the mood and Ryan hums, shrugging her shoulders, patting his shoulder as he goes to open the door. “I got it,” she says and lets herself into Luci’s quarters and, “Wow. The Queen really wants you to marry her son, huh?”

#royalpara 3: twists and turns

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Damien Marwood's Profile

"You are not worth even a second of my time."

"Twin brother to Adrian. A student popular for the wrong reasons that's frequently seen dragging his brother around places. He's extremely greedy and manipulative and will do whatever it takes to get his way."

Introducing my Twisted Wonderland OC, Damien Marwood! He's twisted from Drizella, one of the evil stepsisters from Cinderella

Close Up + More Info Below

Technical Information

Name: Damien Marwood

Japanese: ダミアン・マーウッド

Other Names: Monsieur Emerald (Rook) Omnivore (Leona) Cunner Fish (Floyd)

Meaning: His first name, Damien means "to tame" or "subdue" His family name, Marwood means "evil eye"

Voice Claim: Makoto Furukawa

Biographical Information

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Demisexual & Demiromantic

He does not feel any sexual or romantic attraction towards anyone unless he has formed a strong emotional bond with them. He has no preference between men and women

Age: 18

Birthday: November 24

Starsign: Scorpio

Height: 180 cm (5'11)

Eye Color: Evergreen

Hair Color: Cedar Brown

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene (Shaftlands)

Family: Father (Deceased), Mother, Stepfather, Eden Glazier (Stepbrother), Adrian Marwood (Twin Brother)

Professional Status

Dorm: Scarabia Dorm

School Year: Third

Class: 3-B, Student No. 27

Occupation: Student

Club: Film Research Club

Due to his love for acting and want to be closer to Vil, Damien auditioned to be part of the Film Research Club and was able to get in as an actor

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Damien is very smart and excels in nearly every subject but is best in Ancient Curses due to it being the most interesting class to him

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Galette

Galettes were his father's favorite food and so he ate many throughout his childhood. He's never gotten tired of it after all these years

Least Favorite Food: Trey's Homemade Pastries

Damien's twin brother will sometimes receive pastries from Trey and share them with him. Damien refuses to eat them, though it is unclear if the reason to that is because he doesn't like the taste, or because he doesn't like Trey

Dislikes: Clingy People

He finds when people are clingy to be annoying and a nuisance. Though deep down he knows the reason why he hates clingy people is because no matter how clingy someone is to him, he'll eventually drive them away and wishes they would stop getting attached to him before that happens so neither one of the gets hurt

Hobby: Acting

Though Damien is a very talented actor, he prefers to do smaller acting jobs or community/school theater productions. He treats it more as a hobby as he doesn't feel like he has enough passion to pursue it on a larger scale

Talent: Manipulation

Damien is able to manipulate situations and people with ease. He uses his talent in order to ensure situations are in his favor and so he can get what he wants out of people

Appearance

Damien is a tall, handsome man. He has green eyes and short brown hair that's parted on the right with bangs that partially cover his left eye. His nails are painted a dark red color that matches the shade of his eye shadow. Under his right eye is a beauty mark

He wears his school uniform with the first button on his blazer buttoned up in order to hide the color of his blazer. He pairs his uniform with black loafers that match the ones his twin brother wears

Personality

Though he has a beautiful face, Damien is anything but beautiful on the inside. Growing up in a rich family has caused him to become spoiled and expect only the best. This upbringing also paved the way for him to become greedy and manipulative. He's unafraid to manipulate people and situations so he can get his way nearly every time. He takes what he thinks should be his, no matter who it harms in the process

He's also money hungry. Even though he's rich, he wants to be richer and is will do nearly anything for money. He's willing to go out with someone even though he feels no romantic attraction to them if it benefits him financially

He is rude to anyone he deems "unworthy" or "below him" Though he changes personas to slightly nicer one if he believes someone is worth his time. He's very willing to socialize with those he thinks are worthy of his time and is good a forming "connections" (this is the term he uses instead of "friend")

His toxic personality was built as a defense in order to keep himself from forming meaningful relationships, even though deep down, that is what he wants more than anything. But because his toxic personality and manipulative ways are so ingrained in his mind, he's unable to get fully rid of them

Skills and Magic

Lying: Damien is a skilled liar. He's able to come up with believable lies and can produce one on the spot

Lie Detecting: With being a skilled liar, comes the ability to also sense when another person is lying. Damien is able to recognize signs a person is lying

Fire Magic: Damien is very adept at fire magic. Most of the spells he's mastered are fire spells

Unique Magic

Damien's Unique Magic is "Greedy Desire" After saying an incantation, he's able to forcibly take items from a person and have them appear in his hand or next to him. But to do this he needs to be able to envision the item(s) he wants in his min. The incantation for his Unique Magic is:

No matter the distance No matter the cost Bring me what I crave And fulfill my "Greedy Desire"

The amount of magic used depends on the size or number of items. So if he used it on a shirt, it wouldn't consume much magic, but if he used it on a whole wardrobe of clothes it'd consume a lot of magic

Background

Damien was raised in a wealthy household where all of his needs were met and nothing was too expensive. Though because of this, he became spoiled and wouldn't accept anything but the best. His life seemed to be perfect. He was popular, had a good relationship with his mom and twin brother, and was really close to his dad. But that perfect life crumbled when he was 9 the day his dad died. He was devastated and would refuse to leave his room for anything besides school

His father's death affected his school life. His heart had grown bitter and he began to snap at others. Though he apologized, people grew wary around him. Things only got worse when his mother remarried. He had gained a stepfather and a stepbrother which he hated. He would refuse to become close to his stepfather and would be rude to his stepbrother. All the bitterness grew and it once again affected his school life. His resentment towards his stepfather and stepbrother made him toxic and manipulative. This new personality made people stay away from him and stop being his friend

After realizing he had no one else besides his twin brother, Damien felt the same sadness that came with the loss of his father. He accepted himself as a bad person. He was afraid to change because if he did, what would happen if he became toxic again? He didn't want to relieve losing all his friends so he decided it was best to keep being toxic

Upon coming to NRC, he hoped to be placed in Pomefiore as his father was the dorm leader of that dorm when he attended NRC. But he was placed in Scarabia instead. Though he kept his calm at the ceremony, he threw a fit once getting to his room in the Scarabia dorm

He continued his ways as a bully for his first two years and had no intention to change until the summer after his second year. He got into a fight with his twin brother. His twin used his Unique Magic on him and he was once reminded of how he truly wanted friends. His twin offered to help him become a better person and so in his third year, Damien stopped being a big bully. Though he is still rude and greedy and sometimes bullies people, he is doing better

Notable Relationships

Adrian Marwood: Damien's relationship with his twin brother is very strained. They know they care about each other and are there for each other when they need it. Damien is jealous of Adrian for having what he doesn't. He's in Pomefiore, can make friends, and can become a better person. Damien feels a small bit of resentment towards Adrian for that. But Damien will still do anything to keep Adrian safe

Eden Glazier: Damien also has a strained relationship with his stepbrother. He constantly reminds Eden that he doesn't like him despite his attempts at bettering their relationship. But although he doesn't express it, Damien's hate for Eden has lessened over the years, it's still not completely gone, but he doesn't hate him as much as he did before. Damien watches out for Eden, as he feels like it's his duty as (technically) the oldest brother. He once got a kid expelled for harassing Eden

Kalim Al-Asim: In his second year when Kalim came to NRC, Damien heard about how rich his family was and so he attempted to romance him for his money. But none of his flirting and romancing had any true feeling behind it. This resulted in Kalim developing a crush on Damien, but after finding out Damien's true intentions, Kalim was left heartbroken. But even after the incident, Kalim never stopped treating Damien with kindness which confused Damien. His kindness caused Damien to spare Kalim from his bullying

Jamil Viper: Jamil didn't like Damien at first, he was able to see through him when he attempted to date Kalim. Because of his little scheme, Jamil had a strong dislike towards Damien. But he still recognized him as a possible strong ally with how manipulative he is. Damien can tell Jamil is smarter than his grades show. In Jamil's second year and Damien's third year, they started having a "Don't mess with me and I won't mess with you" dynamic

Vil Shoenheit: Damien idolizes Vil as he is the reason why he started acting. He watched every single piece of media Vil starred in and joined the Film Research Club because of Vil. Though Vil doesn't approve of Damien's treatment of other students he thinks are below him, he does recognize him as a very talented actor

Trey Clover: Damien does not like Trey. A part of the reason why is because of how close he is to Adrian. He sees him as someone not worthy of his brother. He finds Trey's presence annoying though he's unavoidable due to how much he's around Adrian. Trey doesn't understand why Damien dislikes him so much and every time he asks he has not received a straight answer

Mozus Trein: Trein is Damien's uncle. Damien views Trein as a father figure as he's one of the only male figures in his life that he doesn't hate. During class, Trein treats Damien as he does any other student and makes sure not to place any favoritism toward him or his brother. Not many students know Trein and Damien are related and they like to keep it that way. And whenever Damien needs help, academic or personal, he turns to Trein

Trivia

Damien wears a ring adorned with a rectangle cut emerald. It was his father's that was passed down to him when he died

Damien pretends to have crushes even though he doesn't feel any sort of romantic feelings to them just so he can feel what he perceives as "normal"

In his third year, Damien was in the top 50 students who got the highest scores on final exams

He first discovered his UM when the ring his father gave him was stolen by a student. He went 5 days without it before seeing it on a student's finger around campus. When he demanded the student give it back to him, it disappeared from the student's finger and appeared in his hand

His middle name is "Jasper"

#damien marwood #twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ #twst oc #scarabia oc

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ambrossart · 8 months

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Paper Men: Ch. 30 *PREVIEW*

Evelyn couldn’t remember the last time her mother picked her up from school.

This dawned on her while she was sitting outside on the wooden bench, her overstuffed backpack beside her and tipped onto its side, her hands bundled snugly inside the sleeves of her much-too-big coat. Sitting like this, Evelyn couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again. Goofing around on the playground after school. Dirt under her nails. Grass stains on her knees. Her coat and backpack unneeded, discarded in a pile off to the side. Back then, time was an equally unnecessary burden, and so it too was cast aside and forgotten. Free of it, Evelyn would run and jump and laugh and play… until there was no one left to play with, until Evelyn waved her last goodbye, looked around the empty playground, and realized she was all alone. Then she would pick up her coat and backpack, sit down on the bench, and wait patiently for her mother to arrive. She would have happily waited forever.

Maggie Tozier’s lateness rarely went unnoticed by the Derry Elementary School faculty and staff. At some point, Evelyn’s teacher would come out, stoop down beside her, and say, “Honey, is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn would answer placidly, “she’s just running late.”

“Your mommy’s late a lot, isn’t she?”

“No… only sometimes.”

And her teacher would smile that sad, pitying smile and think, She really is a sweet kid. It’s a shame she has such a scatterbrain for a mother.

Of course, Maggie Tozier would arrive eventually—in her usual chaotic fashion. They’d see her old, beat-up station wagon chugging down Jackson Street. See it swerve erratically and screech to a stop in front of the curb. Then Maggie would scramble out of the driver’s seat—sometimes dressed in her nursing scrubs, sometimes dressed in old house clothes splattered with baby food—and come sprinting across the lawn with embarrassed, apologetic urgency.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Maggie would always say. By then, Evelyn would be buckled safely in her booster seat and singing merrily along to the radio, unaware of the adult conversation happening outside. “I got off work and laid down for a quick nap and—I dunno, I must’ve slept through my alarm or something. I’m really sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It already has happened again, Maggie. This is the third time this week.”

“Right,” Maggie would answer, swallowing the lump in her throat. Then she would look back at her young daughter, see her wave and wave back, feel that old, familiar sting of shame, and revert back to her ten-year-old self. A hopeless little girl getting scolded by her teacher. Now go stand outside in the hall, Maggie, and think hard about what you’ve done. And Maggie Tozier, an overworked mother of two lovely, energetic children, would bend her head, look down at her loafers… no, sneakers; Maggie hadn’t worn loafers since grade school… and say in a small voice, “Look, I’m doing my best here.”

“I know you are, Maggie. But maybe it’s time to get some help. You seem to have a lot on your plate right now. It’d be a shame for your children to suffer because of it.”

And Maggie would nod, press her lips tightly together, and draw them back into a wide, capitulating smile. “Right… Yeah, okay.”

Humiliated, she would slink back to her car, slump into her seat, and drive home while listening to her daughter describe every delightful detail of her day. Evelyn used to look back on these car rides fondly, but now… for some reason now… all she could see was her mother’s teary-eyed expression in the rearview mirror. She must have felt like such a failure when Evelyn, at only six years old, told her she no longer wanted rides to school.

She confronted her about it one afternoon, while Evelyn was sitting at the kitchen table and drawing with her crayons. Maggie sat down across from her and said, “Sweetie, why do you wanna walk to school?”

“Because…”

“Is it because Mommy’s late all the time? Does it make you feel sad to see all your friends getting picked up and you have to wait?”

“No… I don’t mind waiting.”

“Well, then why do you wanna walk to school?”

Evelyn put down her green crayon and gave her mother a very grown-up look that said, Oh Mother, isn’t it obvious? “Because Victor walks to school.”

Maggie’s eyes lit up with awareness. “Oh, Victor walks to school. You wanna walk with Victor.” Of course it was that simple, and now Maggie felt silly for thinking otherwise. This wasn’t a case of bad parenting (the jury was still out on that charge). This was a case of puppy love—bright-eyed, bushy-tailed puppy love—and her six-year-old daughter had it bad. Maggie laid her cheek on her palm and smiled at her lovestruck child. “Victor’s a very nice boy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn replied, utterly smitten, “and he’s real smart, too. He knows everything.”

“Everything, huh?”

“Well… not everything, but he knows a lot.”

“Is that a picture of you two?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you smiling and holding hands?”

“Yeah…” Evelyn pressed her tiny hands to her rosy cheeks and began to giggle at seemingly nothing at all. Then she picked up her green crayon and finished coloring the grass at the bottom of the paper. “I’m gonna give this to him tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll love that,” Maggie said, and promptly bit her tongue. No, Victor Criss would not be glad to receive that drawing, just like he wasn’t glad to receive any of the other drawings her daughter had given him, but Evelyn didn’t need to hear that. “Sweetie, why does Victor wanna walk to school? Did he tell you?”

“Yeah…. He said he doesn’t like riding with his mom anymore. He said all her talking makes his head hurt real bad.”

Maggie winced, heartbroken for her friend. Oh, poor Tabby. I bet she’s crying her eyes out right now.

Her assumption wasn’t wrong. Tabitha Criss was, indeed, crying her eyes out. In fact, she had been inconsolable for the better part of the afternoon—ever since those gut-wrenching words came out of her darling son’s mouth. You talk too much, Mom. It’s annoying.

“That’s it,” Tabitha declared to her husband in his study, “my son officially hates me!”

Her husband replied in a calm, clinical voice: “He doesn’t hate you, Tabby.”

David Criss was sitting behind his desk, his glasses perched neatly upon the bridge of his nose, head bent studiously over a small stone meteorite fragment he held in his gloved hand. David was performing his monthly inspection, see, and that was serious business—far more serious than whatever problem his wife had recently dreamt up. David had an impressive collection of iron meteorites, chondrites, achondrites, and pallasites. The one in his hand was likely an ordinary chondrite, but David had yet to get it professionally evaluated. Next week, perhaps. The rest were housed safely in the wooden display cabinet behind him, each sample carefully backlit and labeled according to its classification. Nobody was allowed to open that cabinet… although David suspected somebody had. There were little fingerprints all over the outside of the glass.

“No, I think he does,” Tabitha was saying now. “In fact, I’m sure he does. All I did was ask about his day, David, and do you know what he said to me? He said, ‘Mom, I’m really not in the mood to talk to you right now.’ It was like a knife to my heart! My own son doesn’t wanna talk to me. He never wants to talk to me. He thinks I’m annoying. My son—my pride and joy—thinks I’m annoying, and now he doesn’t even want me driving him to school anymore.”

“So?” David said. “It’s perfectly natural for children to desire independence.” There was, however, nothing natural about this discoloration. Was it rusting already? No, impossible. David held the fragment under his desk light to get a better look.

“He’s six, David. Six-year-old boys are supposed to want their mothers.” Tabitha threw up her hands helplessly, wishing she knew how to make her husband understand. David, meanwhile, reached across his desk for a Q-tip. “You know, I thought I had a few more years before he wanted nothing to do with me, but no… he came out of the womb preheated with hatred like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

“Turkey?” David repeated with baffling interest. He craned over his shoulder and glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. When are we having dinner?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t even started it yet.”

“But it’s almost six-thirty.”

“Yes, I know what time it is.”

“We always eat at six-thirty.”

“Well, tonight we’ll be eating a little later,” Tabitha said, exasperated. “Can you listen, please? This is important.”

Frowning, David temporarily set his meteorite fragment aside. “So, what, you’re not letting him walk to school now?”

“No, I will.” As if she had any other choice. “But I’m not letting him walk alone. Victor’s way too young for that.” The elementary school was only three blocks away from the house, but still… a lot could happen to him in those three blocks. He could get hit by a car while crossing the street or worse, kidnapped and killed. “I was talking to Maggie earlier today. She said Evelyn wants to walk to school now too, so…”

David sighed. “Tabby, don’t.”

“What?”

“Stop forcing that girl onto our son.”

“That girl? What’s wrong with Evelyn?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her. I’m sure she’s a perfectly normal child.” And like all perfectly normal children, Evelyn Tozier was incredibly annoying. Always showing up at the house unannounced. Harassing their son. Vandalizing their driveway with ghastly chalk drawings of rainbows, smiley faces, flowers, and unicorns. David stepped outside one morning and there was Evelyn, doodling away under the bright summer sun. Any requests? she said with a proud smile. David, needing to get to his car, answered: Yes, kindly move. “I just don’t think it’s right to force our son to socialize with someone he doesn’t like.”

“Well that’s life, David. Sometimes you have to get along with people you don’t like.” Under her breath, she said, “Just like I’m not particularly fond of you right now.”

“You’re being emotional.”

“And you’re being hypercritical of a six-year-old.”

“She broke into my study.”

“What?”

“She broke into my study. Her fingerprints are all over the place.”

“Oh, she did not break in, David. For God’s sake, listen to yourself. The door was unlocked. You, in all your wisdom, left it unlocked. She wandered in because she was curious, because she wanted to see all the sparkly rocks behind the glass.”

“You let her in,” David said begrudgingly. “You always let her in. One of these days she’s gonna break something.”

Oh, I hope she does, Tabitha wanted to say, but she held her tongue. There was no point in arguing with her husband. David’s opinion was like concrete. Once it was set, there was no changing it. “I’m gonna go make dinner.”

“Good,” David said. “It’s already six thirty-five.”

“I know what time it is,” Tabitha snapped and walked out, slamming the door. You’re being too emotional, Tabby. Her husband might not have said it, but she knew that’s what he was thinking. She didn’t care. She went upstairs to her son’s room, knocked on the door, and opened it once he answered. “Hey…”

To her private terror, Victor was lying on the floor with a children’s book about asteroids, comets, and meteors. Did David give that to him? Or did Victor seek it out all on his own? The two were so dreadfully similar: quiet, intelligent, candid in a way that was sometimes charming, sometimes cruel. It made her worry for her son’s future. She didn’t want him to end up like David: absorbed in his work, in his hobbies, apathetic to his wife’s feelings, unaware of her growing resentment toward him. Tabitha didn’t want that life for her son... or for the poor girl who tried to love him.

“Okay, you win,” she said. “You can walk to school.”

Victor nodded once, satisfied, then returned to his book.

“But,” Tabitha went on, trying to reclaim his attention. It didn’t come easily, though; things with Victor rarely did. “I’m not gonna let you walk by yourself, okay? You’re still a little too young for that. So Evelyn’s gonna walk to school with you. All right?”

Victor stiffened with precognizant dread. “I changed my mind. I wanna ride with you.”

“Ha, nice try,” Tabitha said. “You made your bed and now you get to lie in it. If you wanna be a big boy and walk to school, that’s fine with me, but there are rules, okay?” Victor rolled his eyes and turned away from her. Tabitha’s jaw dropped. “Hey, excuse me, I’m still talking. Don’t go back to reading your book, Victor. That’s very, very rude.” Victor huffed and looked directly at her, or tried to anyway. That was another thing that didn’t come easily with him. “I want you to walk to school with Evelyn, okay? Straight to school and straight home. I want you to stay on the sidewalk, look both ways before crossing the street, and hold hands when you do.”

“What?” Victor cried, grimacing. “But she’s gonna make it weird.”

“What do you mean she’s gonna make it weird?”

“She’s gonna smile at me all funny. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Well, sweetie, sometimes we have to do things that make us a little uncomfortable. It’s all part of growing up. And who knows,” Tabitha said as she went out, “one day you might actually want her smiling at you.”

Victor scowled, doubtful. “No, I won’t.”

For Evelyn, those were the happiest years. Sunny day followed sunny day, and she lived with a kaleidoscope of butterflies constantly fluttering in her stomach. Victor didn’t like it nearly so well (for the first week, his mother had to drag him down the street and give him a little nudge to get him going), but that was okay. Evelyn didn’t mind that he never talked to her or that he sometimes walked so fast she had to run to keep up. None of that mattered. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and Evelyn was walking to school with Victor Criss, who was so tall and smart. In class, he never raised his hand, but he often mumbled the answers under his breath. Evelyn was the only one who saw him doing it. It was like finding buried treasure. A precious secret that only she knew. That day the first butterfly hatched and took wing, and Evelyn knew instantly that she was in love.

But that was a long time ago. Victor was a different person back then, and so was she.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Evelyn thought, grief-stricken. She wasn’t supposed to be sitting on this bench, in this stolen coat, wiping her tears away. No, Evelyn was supposed to be at the library with Jimmy and helping him come up with ideas for his next big anti-bullying campaign. That’s where she was supposed to be—by his side, supporting him. Eventually, Vic would wander in, act like he didn’t want to be there, but hang out at the table anyway: doing his homework, criticizing all of Evelyn’s suggestions, stealing little glimpses of her face while she wrote in her notebook. Only Jimmy would catch him doing it. He’d give his friend a playful, knowing smile and think, How long are you gonna keep this up, Vic? Another year? Two? She’s not gonna wait forever. Then they would all go home together, Jimmy in front and Vic a few steps behind, yelling for Evelyn to hurry up and quit lollygagging. They’d walk together, laugh together, and right before they crossed the street Vic would immediately, instinctively, reach for Evelyn’s hand.

That’s how it was supposed to be, but that’s not how it was. After that summer in ’85, everything changed. Now Vic was in detention, Jimmy was at another school, and Evelyn was sitting on the bench with a ripped skirt and a stolen coat, waiting for her mom to pick her up.

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