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springwitch26 · 7 months

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hots for teacher (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later? (part 2: what happens)

warnings: smut, intensely NSFW, praise kink, age gap, squirting, d/s vibes, inexperienced!reader, minors and men please don't touch this post

notes: ask and you shall receive, beauties! thank you for all the love on part 1, it's kinda surreal to be writing my own fics but also super liberating. any feedback is welcome. idk when i'll write again but i may or may not have another little nsfw draft with a more... punishing... interpretation of mel so we'll see! also, feel free to send me asks because i'm lonely. this one goes out to whoever said melissa schemmenti loves sluts, 'cause yeah she does.

the car ride back to melissa's place felt like it would never end. you crossed your legs when you first got into the passenger seat--partly out of habit and partly to get some friction on your aching core--and were quickly reprimanded.

"tsk tsk, baby. guess i'll have to teach you manners, too. keep those pretty thighs apart for me, all the way home. you're gonna wait patiently until i get my hands on you," melissa scolded.

you whined incoherently, and she responded with a dangerous laugh. the trip was short but unbearable. she had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other drew lazy patterns on your inner thigh. you squirmed and writhed, even moaned quietly, but she remained nonchalant.

at one point, when her fingers drew oh-so close to where you needed them most, your thighs snapped shut of their own accord.

"c'mon, legs open," was all she said in response. she tried to act casual, but you could tell from her excited half-smile that she was enjoying this game more than she let on.

as soon as you got in the door, she was on you. you barely had the focus to take in your surroundings as she lavished you with kisses, working her way across your lips and face before burying herself in your neck. her house was cozy and tastefully decorated with gentle lighting. in the soft glow, her slightly disheveled hair and lustful eyes were a sight you'd never forget.

"is there anyone--oh!" you squealed as her fingers began to trace circles on your nipples through your dress. "is there anyone else here?"

"sensitive, huh?" she teased, smirking down at you. "and no, it's just me tonight."

before you had time to consider what that last word implied, she picked you up and effortlessly whisked you to her bedroom. you were dazzled by the sight of her private space--it was simple yet beautiful, adorned with shades of green and twinkling lights. you didn't expect this level of whimsy from her, and it somehow made her even sexier.

she laid you on the bed carefully, reverently. "god, look at you." she whispered, sending shivers down your spine as she positioned herself on top of you and returned to your lips.

by now you were painfully needy from all her teasing, and you just needed her to fuck you senseless. you tried to convey that with your impatient noises, but it seemed the older woman had other plans. she pulled away from your lips to take in your flushed, desperate face.

"soon, sweetheart, soon. i know you're so worked up, but i plan to make this last."

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning your attention to the buttons of her shirt. you thought maybe if you got her a bit more riled up, she would be less inclined to take her time.

melissa groaned, feeling your delicate fingers ghost over her chest, but shook her head in disapproval. she removed your hands from her shirt, grabbing your wrists with surprising force. "i'm not taking my clothes off yet. i'm in charge, and you need to learn patience."

you gave her your best pout, but you knew she wouldn't budge. this was about power, not patience. she wanted to be clothed, composed and in control while you lay naked and vulnerable underneath her.

she started to pull at the fabric of your dress. you lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, she slipped it over your head and off of you. it was an expert move, and you shivered at the idea that she had done this many times before.

when she saw your body, she paused for a moment, her mouth slightly open and her pupils dilated. "no bra?" she asked under her breath, not looking for an answer. "you're so soft in my hands..." she mused as her hands massaged your breasts. her fingers moved to pinch and rub over your nipples.

you moaned, bucking your hips upward and seeking more contact. she took the hint and directed her attention to your core.

"nice panties, by the way," she said with a cocky laugh, tugging playfully at the soaked pink lace. "who knew little miss gothic had a colorful side?"

"please, mel, no more teasing, i need you so bad," was all you could manage.

"okay, baby, let's get these off ya." she hooked her fingers through your panties and you lifted your hips, allowing her to drag them off. she folded them neatly and tucked them into her front pocket. something cutesy to remind her of you, wet and pliant under her touch.

"mmm, such a messy girl. you must feel so embarrassed, all spread out and naked for me while i'm fully clothed, playin' with you."

you could only whimper and whine, helplessly turned on by her words but pinned to the bed and unable to move. she cooed at you and took pity, moving down your body to get closer to your core.

she placed her hands once again on the insides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart and revealing your glistening pussy. her breath stuttered upon seeing the wetness covering your core and thighs.

"jesus, hon, you're dripping. you're just aching for me, aren't ya? need me to make you feel good?"

"yes!" you finally exclaimed, regaining your voice. "yes, please, melissa, please touch me, i need you," you begged.

"well, since you asked so nicely..." she gave you a smirk and trailed a finger between your puffy lips, gathering the wetness there.

by this point you were writhing all over the bed, so she had to pin your legs down with her knees. neither of you minded, though. you enjoyed feeling completely at her mercy, and she enjoyed watching you squirm under her.

finally, after an eternity of torture, she gave in, slipping a finger into you with ease and rubbing gentle circles over your clit.

"so tight, fuck," she muttered to herself as she began to move inside you, transfixed by the feeling of you around her.

"feels so good, ohhh..." you mewled as her finger quickly found a rhythm, pumping forcefully and curling at your most sensitive spots.

"you're taking me so well, baby, my brave girl," she soothed, relishing in her ability to draw such pathetic sounds from you. "can you handle one more?"

you nodded frantically, almost too lost in the haze of pleasure to hear her.

she grinned and pushed another finger inside you, making you cry out. you were relatively inexperienced, so the stretch was a bit painful at first, but you were soon overcome by the bliss of feeling so full.

"that's new, huh? poor baby, can barely take two fingers," her thrusts got rougher, as if she was trying to break you. "don't whine now, you wanted this."

you were overwhelmed with pleasure and the slight pain of the intrusion. her fingers were long, nimble and skilled, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. you wanted to scream, but you could only produce pathetic little whimpers of "ah, ah, ah!"

she was clearly aware of what she was doing, and she revelled in your pleasure. she would ease up, return to a gentler pace, and then thrust hard into your g-spot just to hear your cries and gasps. she longed to see you lose control.

"that's a good girl, keep takin' my fingers just like that. you're close, aren't you baby? let's see how long you can last against me," she said, her voice deep and her smile mischievous. there was a competitive edge to her words, like making you fall apart was some kind of victory to her.

suddenly she pulled away completely, and you nearly sobbed. your hips bucked up into nothing. your helpless whimpers were music to the older woman's ears, and she snickered to herself as she moved down your body.

for a moment, there was silence. you stared at her, silently pleading for her touch. she cocked her head at you and raised an eyebrow, silently asking you: are you ready? you nodded intently. you weren't sure what she was going to do to you, but you sure as hell wanted to find out.

before you even had the chance to brace yourself, she was thrusting two fingers roughly inside you again, rubbing hard at that spongy spot. for the final blow, melissa leaned down and attached her lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

"not yet, sweetheart. stay with me," she said, grinning from ear to ear as she felt your walls flutter and clench around her.

with her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your lower abdomen. between that, the punishing thrusts, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't take it anymore. the sensations overwhelmed you. the world went blank, and all you could feel was warmth. you swam through oceans of white-hot ecstasy, riding wave after wave of pleasure. and melissa was right there, coaxing you through heaven's gates.

melissa's thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your outer thighs, bringing you back down to earth. "come back to me," she whispered sweetly. you opened your eyes.

"there she is," she said, her eyes sparkling with relief.

she gave you a giddy smile and you noticed the wetness all over her face... and fingers... and sheets. you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

melissa must have picked up on this, as she took hold of your hand and reassured you. "don't be embarrassed, angel. that was probably the hottest thing i've ever seen." she laid down next to you as she spoke.

you hummed and buried your face in the crook of her neck. she was warm and smelled like cinnamon.

"did you know you could do that, hon?" she asked.

"yeah," you giggled, still dazed. "but i didn't know you could do that."

"i'm fulla surprises, kid," she laughed, stroking your hair. "let me run us a bath, and then we'll see what kind of surprises you've got in you."

she carried you bridal-style to the bathtub, and you relaxed into the bliss. feeling the warmth of her arms around your frame. drowning in her.

#melissa schemmenti x y/n #melissa schemmenti/reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #wlw ns/fw #fanfic #kinktober

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gangplanksorenji · 1 year

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Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Kazuha x Male Reader

Word Count: 3670

A/N: Hello Orenjideul! I was really consdiering writing this and after listening to "7PM" by BSS, I knew that this was the time so, here it is! Hope you enjoy this short fluff piece with Zuha (btw, she looks very stunning this comeback) and it's clearly inspired with that song in mind. Enjoy!

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“Come meet me at seven,

And stay ‘til eleven

But won’t go to bed then,

‘Cause this feels like heaven—”

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Time is ticking as you watch the busy metropolis lights emitted from the distance, so as the moon appears in the night sky that's once emanated by the bright sun.

Rustling leaves and the cool breeze match the silence of your unhurried footsteps, determined to meet someone that’s exceptional, way beyond exceptional—you just can't seem to define the exact word but it'll do.

Taking a look at your watch, it displays “6:54”.

“I don't need to rush getting there, there's still some time left.” you said to yourself.

You hurriedly get your phone from your pocket and read the last messages with her and you're glad your memory isn't failing you.

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zuha_kang: “Come meet me at 7 PM, Oppa. In the usual restaurant we've been eating at, see ya! <;3”

Well, what is she having in store for you?

You'll never know as sometimes, she's unpredictable. Looking for patterns can't even let you read her like a book, not even the tiniest bit.

She does invite or text you to spend some time with her somewhere and same as you also do it to her but this time, it's out of the blue—knowing how she's with her friends today until, maybe, the end of the day.

Knowing the latter was none of your business but you just can't let these thoughts out of your head.

Have you done something wrong? Is she preparing a surprise for you? And way a lot more.

These are just one of the many thoughts but you won't let yourself overthink this much, not when she's all over your mind after another exasperating day of school and to deal with such boisterous and annoying classmates.

Kazuha—that's her name. The girl that you've been scared of when she's staring blankly and sternly towards you and the girl that made your heart beat a trillion times. She's such a sunshine and a clingy girl whenever she's near you and also with a flexible and clever mind—maybe her years of ballet helps with the way her brain coordinates things. Also, her beauty is way too captivating for your eyes—her simple-yet-so-elegant visuals always makes you in awe.

Your eyes wandered around the spacious conglomeration of concrete and grass all over the park, finding her as your eyes now focused on the benches, on where she’s sitting.

Not here, not there, oh! There she is—

Your eyes automatically averted to her—knowing it’s her and it’s probably your instinct recognizing her distinct features, even from a mile away.

“Hey Oppa!” her tone is surprisingly vivid, unlike the casual, cold greeting of her whenever she sees you.

Her face is also enthusiastic, her delighting gaze and her wide smile making you feel butterflies on your stomach—it almost feels surreal yet you’re loving every second of it. She then rushes to hug you tight as you quickly reciprocate the hug, making her squeal softly and silently, almost inaudible.

“Hey Zuha… You came to s—oh wow…” Your words were cut by the sight of her mesmerizing beauty, admiring her and stunning you on the process—her features on-tact as the gray-colored blazer-like coat compliments her looks very well alongside the black long sleeves and the pearl necklace being the cherry on top.

“Like what I wore, Oppa?”

“Yes, Zuha. You look fantastic. So incredibly fantastic…” Your eyes are still spacing out, as you’re still star-struck by her beauty.

“Uhm, anyways. You came to see me now, huh?”

“Yeah, I suddenly like, I don’t know, like—uhm, hmm, just want to hang out with you, y’know?”

Did she hit her head or something? Something doesn’t feel right; there’s a disturbance within the force—

“Well, you’re lucky that my boss is in a good mood today and agrees to let me leave work earlier, heh.” You scuffed a breath out, making sure that Kazuha knows how lucky she can be to meet her at this exact moment.

“Well—” Kazuha held both of your hands as she looked at your eyes, endearing enough to make your heart melt like butter and pouts right after. “—I’m sorry about that then, Oppa.”

“Nah Zuha, you ain’t sorry. It’s alright.” You scoff and smile right after yet you then feel unnerved suddenly. You don’t exactly know the reason but maybe it’s just the fact that Kazuha is acting not-so-herself today and you can’t help but notice it and she’s not even hiding it, even the slightest bit. You didn’t really mind it as you’re liking this affectionate and clingy version of hers.

The both of you then walked your way around the park as you continued to blabber and chat about multiple things like “How did your day go?” and more.

Within a couple of minutes of strolling, Kazuha stopped from her tracks and looked at your eyes, staring endearingly right into your soul as a serene smile painted her face.

“Oppa…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really know why I suddenly called you to come here?”

“Zuha, tsk—” you clicked your tongue as you feigned confidence, knowing why she called you here suddenly as you let your intrusive thoughts win.

“—you said that you wanted to see me and… oh…”

Kazuha taps your shoulder, raising her eyebrows as she smirks with that sudden realization of yours, maybe her thinking the same thought as you were thinking.

“Maybe you know now? And why did I sit on that specific bench?”

“I know, I know. Ahhh, this is where we—first met. Yeah…”

The both of you shared laughs alongside the sincerely delightful smiles as you reminisced those times when you first met her.

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Speechless. You're just speechless on a single minute of eavesdropping about your parents' quarrel over the front door.

It was supposed to be one of the best days of your life as you'll get to see them after a year of living away from them because of college and to your surprise—well, you're going to surprise them yet the tables have turned pretty quickly—your mother found out that your father is cheating with another woman and with that single information, you felt stabbed at the back.

You've never felt this much pain and anguish in your life—you feel defeated and angry at him, and even, yourself. You had nothing to do with this yet you feel guilty of making your father do such a cruel act—because you chose to pursue your dream, to study the course that he never wanted you to—yet you tell yourself that it was never your fault.

Yelling and loud thuds can be heard inside the house as you feel the presence of them going near towards the front door. You swiftly hid behind the white brick-chiseled concrete post as tears involuntarily came out of your eyes, another stream following as you can just inevitably hear them argue. You then heard your father starting the engine of the car from the garage, knowing that he's going to leave your mother alone. This then sent you into your breaking point.

You were driven by your own emotions and so are they as you quickly ran away from the house and even though if you try to stop them or even appear, things may get even worse.

You just don't know what to do at that point.

You're scared.

Confused.

Broken.

Defeated.

Angry.

More emotions run down your veins as you can only think of running away as far as possible where you can't hear nor see them.

You curse yourself as you wail on how unfair life could be.

How unfair life could be…

The nimbus clouds are getting darker, signaling that it will rain soon. You didn't care to say the least as you feel enervated and sad. You then sit at a bench on the park where you are right now as you lay your head down and possibly think of what you could've done wrong.

Rain starts to pour as you feel droplets of water meet your skin as the rainfall gets heavier all of a sudden, you crying alongside the weeping clouds of nature.

You just sit there, lost and done as you feel nothing but pain when suddenly the feeling of the raindrops meeting your skin stops.

Did it suddenly stop raining? Or…

“Hey, sir. I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold.”

A voice. A voice lingered to your ear as you’re not hearing the voices inside your head but rather, a person holding an umbrella, preventing you from getting wet even though you’re soaked in it.

You looked up and saw a feminine figure with her grayish-colored blazer alongside her black denim pants. You can’t clearly see her face as your eyes were fogged by the raindrops and your tears but you instantly felt a magnetic connection between her.

Oh, love, that’s what you call it—more like it’s called “love at first sight”.

You never really believed in that saying once you heard it from the start, not until it happened today. You heart beats a trillion times more than what it should be—it can maybe surpass tachycardia at this point—and you can’t help but feel a little bit of hope on what this angel did.

“Sir, are you alright?”

She still keeps looking at you, still holding her umbrella up as concern is evident in her tone. You just kept your head down, not even bothering her yet deep inside, you feel butterflies to your stomach—a feeling you’ve never imagined was true.

“Sir?”

“No.” A cold “no” was just your response. Your tone wasn’t anywhere near being intimidated nor being uninterested but rather nearly just monotone. You can sense that she wasn’t bothered by your current mood as she knows what’s up with you—she respects and knows how she can make you unprovoked even though she’s practically just a stranger in your eyes.

Within that awkward minute, she lends a hand to you, reassuring you with her saccharine smile as you momentarily smile back at her, yours is more vexed considering what you’ve been feeling today. With a little bit of hesitation, you held her hand as you stood up, you then wiping your tears to see her clearly and time went slow as you saw her enticingly beautiful face. You were starstruck and in awe as her sharp and distinct visuals sent your brain into haywire.

“Thank you…”

“No problem sir. Oh, by the way, I’m Kazuha.”

“I’m Minsung. Nice to meet you, Kazuha.”

The both of you then bowed at each other as you smiled at her, a little bit more gleeful than before. Feeling comfortable with her all of a sudden, you then started another talk with her as you initiated to hold the umbrella for her. She finds it rather flustering as your gentlemanly actions made her shy, earning yourself a delightful grin.

“Why did you bother talking to me?”

It’s singlehandedly awkward with what question you spat out of your mouth and even Kazuha remained silent yet smiled even though you radiated a gloomy aura—she rivaled it.

“Uhm, I just saw that you’re the only one at the park and, I said to myself, “Why not approach him and maybe do something?”, so… yeah, I just suddenly felt bad.”

But who on Earth would mind approaching you while it's raining? Apparently, it was her, and you can’t help but be enlightened with just her simple action.

“Oh… thank you I guess…”

You feel like you don’t deserve to talk with this angel in front of you but you definitely deserve a girl like her.

A girl like her is someone you can talk to when you feel alone.

A girl like her is someone that can cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

And, a girl like her is someone that you can always lean on whenever you're struggling.

She's maybe the one you've been looking for and she's maybe checking the boxes of what your type of girl would be.

Even though she's still a stranger in your eyes, it uncannily feels like the both of you had been best friends for years and that feeling could never be better.

“Mingsung, don't you mind going to a shade there at the corner? The rain may get worse and we can't afford to be wet, and you, to be wetter.”

“Oh, sure.”

The both of you then waddled your way to that concrete shade at the exit of the park as the both of you sat down comfortably.

“Oh, I'm kinda shy of asking this but, I think you're older than me—are you older than—uh… me?”

“Oh, I'm born in 2002 and how about you? I'm very sorry I called you without honorifics—”

“It's alright, Oppa. Also, I'm sorry too for not calling you with honorifics. Anyways, I'm born in 2003.”

The both of you sighed in relief as you laughed it off about your earlier mistakes. She didn't mind your mistake and so is she, and that makes the guilt in your heart loose.

“Hmm, Kazuha—”

“Yes, Oppa?”

“I suppose that you're not from Korea, right? Or am I missing something coz' like your name isn't Korean at all, maybe for me.”

“Oh, I am really not from Korea, Oppa. I'm originally from—”

“Japan?” you precede her actions as a knot in your brain tells you that she's Japanese but are you really right though?—

“Yeah, I'm from Japan, Oppa. Mainly in Kochi but I grew up in Osaka most of my years.”

“Ohhh…”

The both of you converse for a little while as delightful laughs and giggles emanated around the area. You didn’t mind the time passing and so is rain pouring as the both of you share your common traits, wants like music and hobbies and a lot more. You became so hooked on your conversations with her that you didn't even notice that the rain was slowly fading in intensity and eventually, it stopped.

“Oh, the rain has already stopped, Oppa and oh, I gotta go right now, sorry…”

She hurriedly readied herself as she was about to leave until a voice escaped from your mouth.

“Oh, Zuha…”

“Yes, Oppa?”

You fidget your fingers on to the hem of your shirt as you're uneasy and shy to ask her the thing you’ve been longing for since the minute you’ve engaged in a conversation with her.

“Ah-ha-ahh, if you don’t mind this Zuha—uhhh—can I get y-your number?” It may seem haphazard and out of the blue for you to do this as that’s what you hoped on what Kazuha may feel yet it absolutely had an not-so-unanticipated turn which you’re not sure on what to feel about.

“Sure, Oppa.”

You couldn’t be happier as this feels oh-so-surreal. Tell yourself that you’re overexaggerating but you can’t help but feel butterflies on your stomach. It has been awhile since you asked for a girl’s number and at the end, you even got rejected. With Kazuha’s simple action, that previous anxiety and scar of yours slowly healed into its original state—your heart filled with bliss and assurance that everything will be fine, again.

You rushingly gave your phone to her as she typed the digits onto your contacts and saved it there. A smile paints your face as this is a sign of further reassurance to the test that broke you earlier. You waved goodbye to Kazuha as she hurriedly waddles away, waving back to you as you can see her getting farther and smaller from your peripherals.

Zuha-yah~, thank you for entertaining me…

Yes. You’re thankful for her entertaining you despite the awkwardness in the rain earlier. In both ways, you felt a sudden connection, a magnetic one towards her. You felt the raising of your heartbeat and the thrill of excitement and you just can’t get rid of it. It must’ve been hard today after such an heartbreaking sight earlier but with a sudden angel, like her being the shining light of your abyss full of darkness, it was everything you could’ve asked for and you're grateful for that.

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“So, did something happen when you got home, Oppa?”

“I was really hesitant on going home, like, really hesitant but I had no choice—I didn't want to sleep in the streets since it was cold back then, so… yeah, I did go home and to my surprise, they were acting all along!!”

Kazuha was in shock as a puzzled expression was shown on her face. You giggled because of her as she scrunched her eyebrows, still can’t process and believe what she just heard.

Yes. It is surprising. Roller-coaster of emotions, huh? I’ve felt that too, reader. Well, it was out of the blue, to say the least because everything felt more than real. You completely unravel the truth to Kazuha as it was unbelievable as the first listen, let alone to you, ingesting the sudden happenings at that moment. Your parents acted on a heated quarrel in order to surprise you because they know you’ll come. How did you know that they were a plan ahead of you? Well, there are two things to consider: the first one is that they told you right after they surprised you and second, it’s just the knot in your brain telling you that it’s an instinct that you’ll plan to surprise them. It was a sudden relief of a weird predicament that happened, and you couldn't be any better realizing that it was all just an Oscar-worthy performance from your parents.

“Oh my gosh, Oppa. I can’t believe they did that! Woah… I wouldn’t expect that too if I were in your shoes…”

“If you only knew how real that was, you would bawl your eyes too.”

“Yah, Oppa. Stop making me think about that~”

“Sorry—ahh… Come here, Zuha.”

You invite her in a warm embrace as she quickly joins you. Kazuha’s cheeks hint a rosy pink as she gets shy from your affection. It was nothing new but nevertheless, it just makes her way too endearingly pretty. Still in your embrace, she hitched a breath as she prepared herself to say something.

“Oppa, back to when I was saying, you know the other reason why I suddenly called you?”

“What is it, Zuha?”

All you can see is Kazuha reaching from her back pocket, handing a small, red, rectangular box towards you and then flashing a smile.

“Open it, Oppa. It’s just my small gift, for you…”

You knew from the moment you saw the box that it was a gift from hers, yet not knowing what kind of gift it is. It could be anything small that you could think of: a necklace, a bracelet, a ring, a watch and the list goes on and it just pushes you into further anticipation. You then gently untie the ribbon and open the lid on the box as you can see Kazuha’s vivid expressions: her smile full of glee, her eyes sparkling in anticipation and her hands fidgeting and uneasy.

“Woah, Zuha…”

“Do you like it, Oppa?”

Before you could answer, your eyes scan the distinct details of the bracelet as the metallic sculpting of a cursive-like calligraphy of your name luminates from the dimness around. You can clearly see your favorite colors in the bracelet—which is blue and gray—which make it much more appealing to you as you appreciate Kazuha's efforts in giving you one.

“You've played a big role in my life, Oppa. I'm just so grateful for meeting a guy like you, so, I reflected on myself and I wanted to give you something that would be memorable to you.”

Kazuha's eyes hint a glint as the emotions run down her veins, letting it speak for herself. She still anticipates your reaction as her furrowed eyebrows are one of the evidence of it.

“So, Oppa, did you like i—”

“I love it so much, Zuha.”

You suddenly hugged her with the only aim to show how grateful and thankful you are for receiving a gift from hers. You pull out of her embrace as you cupped her cheeks, adoring her and flashing a blissful grin. This moment leads to something magical, bizarre from the usual bonding the both of you have been into like playing some arcade games or more likely, watching the movies. Sure, it is heartwarming but nothing beats this moment on how it feels everything you've asked for, and you're loving every second of it.

“Thank you so much, Zuha. I'm grateful for meeting a girl like you too. If you only knew how much I love you, only if you knew…”

“But I always knew it, Oppa… Here, in my heart, I know it.”

You felt moved by her sentence as you kissed her forehead, letting her know how much you love her and how much you appreciate her. Without any time to waste, the two of you then waddle your way out of the park as the faint hum of the metropolis and the sound of crickets can be heard—it’s just so tranquil and you wish that this would last forever.

You mean the world to her as she does to you, so you're willing to spend your time with her, no matter what happens, just to see that oh-so-sweet smile of hers—it makes you happy more than anything, and you're willing to protect and cherish that smile.

“Will you stay until eleven o'clock with me, Oppa?”

“Of course Zuha-yah~ More than anything.”

A sudden smooch to her forehead brightens up the dimness brought by the night. Her smile is enough to illuminate the darkness of the trail that follows and enough to light up your world. She's all you can ask for and that's what the cherry on top—just her being herself, nothing more, and nothing less. The night is still young and you'll be with her until the dawn of tomorrow comes, or maybe be with her, forever.

“'Cause at seven you will be, be here with me.”

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soobpricity · 3 months

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this love - kang taehyun

letter 13 ; pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“wait for me here, i’ll just ask ms.kim about this and then i’ll be right back.” beomgyu said, grabbing a box from your hands and entering the said classroom. you stood there patiently, a few seconds passing before you felt a small tap on your shoulder, turning your head over to see a girl, hair nicely styled but you could tell that it was just naturally like that. a subtle blush settling just on her cheeks, a bit of the same product on her nose. eyelashes perfectly curled, she looked right at you.

“you’re yn, right ?” she questioned, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, confusion running through you as you wondered how she knew you’re name. “you’re taehyun’s new partner, no ?”

taehyun was quite a popular person, not only was he athletic but now he was making rounds for how well he was managing his life. he was already known for his ability and amazing skill in soccer. he was also known for the way he would go around dating just about anyone before breaking their hearts and moving onto his next target.

“yeah.. you are ?”

“i’m nari. i kind of needed help on my way around, been here for years and i still don’t completely know my way around.” she let out a breathy laugh at the end of her sentence. she pointed at the lanyard around your neck which indicated that you were a school helper.

“oh i can help, where do you need to go ?”

“can you help me get to this classroom, my teacher needs something from that teacher.” she replied, pointing at a few numbers that were on a sticky note. you nodded your head agreeing to take her with you. sending a message to beomgyu to let him know that you were going to be elsewhere instead of waiting for him.

“just follow me..” you kept an eye on nari, ensuring he that she was following right behind you as you guided her towards her destination. she kept herself close to you, looking around the area and recognizing the way towards the place that you were taking her.

“so.. how has taehyun been treating you ?” nari asks, a gentle smile softly resting on her face as she listened to your reply.

“it’s been pretty surreal.. are you two friends ?” you couldn’t help but feel a bit curious due to the amount of mentions of taehyun from nari.

“not really, i’m his ex..”

“oh..”

“the last serious ex he had, but don’t worry.. i’m not here to make things hard or uncomfortable for you. plus taehyun made it quite clear that he was done seeing me. i kind of don’t plan on seeing or even confronting him either, a lot of drama came with dating him and i really don’t.. i don’t want to relive that.” nari explained, making you feel less tense as you were previously a bit worried on what nari would say to you about taehyun. you did have a few encounters with taehyun’s less serious exs which was why beomgyu wanted to make sure that you were by his side most of the time.

“if you don’t mind.. what happened ?” you look back at her as she caught up to your pace, beginning to walk side by side.

“i’m surprised you don’t already know, you’re friends with sunghoon, no ?” she took a small look at you, receiving a nod in reply. “well sunghoon and heeseung used to be the bestest of friends. heeseung was on the soccer team, and between taehyun, heeseung, and i.. we had a love corner-“

“a love corner.” you tilted your head at nari, you hadn’t really ever heard that term before which of course made you wonder what nari was trying to say.

“y’know a love corner, kinda like a love triangle except one person likes another person and someone likes the one person. mm.. kinda like say you and taehyun like each other.. well you do like each other BUT that’s not the point. you and taehyun like each other, right. but say someone likes taehyun but obviously he has eyes for you and you have eyes for taehyun. a love triangle is more like if you liked taehyun but taehyun liked someone else, but that someone else liked you.. does that make sense ?”

“oh yeah !! in a love corner, two people actually have reciprocating feelings..”

“that’s right !” she grinned, “so heeseung liked me, i liked taehyun and taehyun liked me back. well everything was fine, i didn’t even know that heeseung liked me until one night when taehyun was in the middle of his game, heeseung suddenly made me question taehyun’s feelings for me so when i asked taehyun how he truly felt about me.. he just brushed me off, and then heeseung talked about how much better he could treat me. he told me that taehyun made a mistake when he asked me out. i ended up rejecting heeseung because it felt like he made me throw my relationship away all because he wanted to prove that he was better than taehyun. but ! i have a sinking suspicion that taehyun truly does love you, i don’t know you can kinda just tell by his eyes when he looks at you.”

nari stood right next to you as you listened intently to each of her words. pure shock going through you as you realized why heeseung was contacting you all of a sudden. it wasn’t necessarily because he liked you but because he wanted revenge on taehyun for ending up with nari and for so easily brushing nari off. you weren’t too sure why he was so upset about the fact that taehyun brushed off nari if it only made heeseung look the way he said he was.. “better” than taehyun. you gave nari a nervous smile, fiddling around with your fingers.

“oh- this should be where you needed to go.” you point at the door in front of the two of you, opening the door for nari and seeing a clean art room, a few spills of paint here and there, but it was polished for the main part.

“thank you, i can take it from here.. i have a few things to do. but thank you so much for your help.” she grins widely, entering the art room and placing on an apron. which made you question if she truly knew where she was going the entire time as she seemed to have an entire routine. had she lied to you, even if she did, it seemed quite harmless.. not anything for you to worry about. you waved at her, before walking away, checking your phone to see that beomgyu had yet to respond, signifying that he was still in the same area. as you made a turn, you heard your name being called out. looking back, you notice as taehyun ran towards you, happy little giggles leaving his lips.

“ynie !!” he exclaimed as you shushed him, by placing a finger to his lips. your eyes scanned the area before taking him into the stairway where you were bound to be safe from being caught.

“tyun.. what’s up ?” you questioned, taehyun noticed you acting a bit different than when the two of you typically meet up in the middle of a class which he usually skips a bit just for you. first of all, you have yet to give him a hug, not only that, but he hasn’t even received a single kind of kiss from you. and you never ask him ‘what’s up’ the both of you typically just end up spontaneously talking about your days so far. he opens his arms wide open for you, as you hesitantly accept the warm embrace that he was offering.

“is something up ? you never forget to give me my hugs or kisses ?” he whispers into your ear, patting your back as if showing you a signal of support and love. you weren’t mad at taehyun, he didn’t have to tell you about his ex until he felt comfortable and that’s only if he felt like he had to tell you. although, right now, he felt like that part of life was something that he wanted to dig deep away from himself. he, himself, didn’t really want to even think about that drama-filled period of time that he lived through. however, you couldn’t help but feel worried, would heeseung really be so stuck on the past that he would end up harming your own relationship with taehyun. if nari had moved on from the situation which harmed her mentally more than heeseung, then surely he should be able to move on.

“nope, i was just.. you caught me off guard today, i was just in my own world.” you reply, pulling away from taehyun and pressing a kiss to his cheek. nerves calming down as you took in his warmth. taehyun could only smile, to be honest, he had seen you with nari. you hadn’t seemed that down with her so he couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure about the situation. he knew that nari truly didn’t mean any harm, he was dating her for a good amount of time to get to know the kind of person she was. he couldn’t say that he trusted her with his life but he trusted nari a fair amount.

“oh, yn !” he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around yours. bringing them up to his side and holding them close. “i wanted to ask you something.”

“yeah, what is it ?” you questioned, playing with taehyun’s hands as you smiled at him. your warm personality returning, knowing that you and taehyun had nothing to worry about, you trusted him.. he trusted you, was there anything to truly even question if the two of you trusted each other so well.

“do you think that maybe.. mm can you come to senior night as my plus one ?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, attempting to hide his shy feelings with a small smile. although, you could easily read behind his smile, feeling his rather clammy hands against yours.

“of course ! i just can’t believe you’re giving me the honor.” you grinned, pulling the boy into your arms. just the other day you were there to support the boy in his first game of the season and now he was approaching his last game of the season. in fact, it was going to be his last game as a student, and it was going to determine whether his team became champions or ranked in second place. taehyun’s team had never truly won, they always made it to the finals, but were often defeated and ended up in second place. so taehyun felt like this was his last chance to prove that him and his team were much better than what they seemed to be. he was certain that he could lead his team into victory this year.

you’ve gone to all of taehyun’s games this season, and he knew that you were bound to support him to his final game. but he was still surprised that you agreed, he felt proud. taehyun felt like he was walking on cloud nine, he just never felt like he had been so supported by someone and now here he was.

“thank you.” he smiled, bringing his lips towards yours. pressing a sweet kiss against your lips, tiny bits of a smile sneaking into the candy-like kiss. that was until the two of you heard the door open, pulling away and waving at each other before rushing out the stairway through different exits. as you walked away, you passed a teacher, glad that you left before the two of you got caught. you returned to a copy room, realizing that you needed to help someone by making a few copies for them before returning back to beomgyu, who immediately noticed your blushy appearance when you returned to him. a laugh cracking through his mouth as he couldn’t help but tease you.

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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begging for an antigoni and li!yn blurb!! and i loved the ideo of them knowing each other outside the villa x

oooooh i imagine yn going crazy when she realises…

“Hi! So nice to meet you!” Antigoni hugged Ekin-Su, giving her two “European cheek kisses”.

“Is that everyone? Have you met everyone?” Gemma asked, checking before they go have a group chat.

“I haven’t seen Y/N yet.” Antigoni said smiling.

“Oh. Y/N’s lovely!” Indiyah spoke for you, grabbing a glass of bubbly for herself.

“I know.” Antigoni smirked.

“How? What do you mean?” Ekin-Su asked, completely dumbfounded.

“We’re actually best-friends outside of the villa. I was actually the one that applied her for this show.”

“Shut up no way.”

The rest of the girls gasped, looking around the circle. It wasn’t that much of drama anyways, but nothing exciting ever happens in the villa anymore so hearing this news was something new.

“Yeah. Thought I might give it a go myself. Seems like Y/N has found a good guy too.” Antigoni fished discreetly for any dirt that might not have been aired to the public, not just about Harry but they’re relationship together too.

“Oh. Y/N and Harry are inseparable.”

“Yeah, you won’t find them apart.”

“I’m happy they’ve got someone to make them smile. That’s genuinely the reason I applied for her to join.” Antigoni’s smile beamed like the sun.

“Awww. I bet she’ll love to see you.”

“It’ll be a surprise for sure. Where actually are they?”

“Her and Harry pretend no one realises they’re having a heavy make-out session in the dressing room, whilst everyone is down here talking.” Gemma answered, making everyone nod because they had noticed too.

Antigoni laughed, but her heart was so happy for you.

“Oh here she comes now.”

“With Harry in hand.”

“He didn’t even try to wipe her lipstick from his mouth.”

The group laughed again. Before Harry could give you a kiss goodbye to see the boys, you started screaming. At first Harry panicked, worrying that something was terribly wrong, before you ran in your heels across the decking and into Antigoni’s arms.

Harry walked behind you, obviously realising he had to say hello to someone new politely. Your reaction made it seem like you’d know this girl a lifetime though.

“Omg! Shut up!” You launched yourself at Antigoni and she spun you in her arms. She worked out a lot so he was very strong and muscly and able to pick you up perfectly.

“Hey, gorgeous.” She squeezed you tight before putting you back down onto flat earth.

“How— What are you doing here?” You asked shocked, not caring about anyone else seeing your reaction. This was your bestfriend and you had very much missed her. No complaints about her being here at all.

“I applied too.”

“I can see that. This better not be my mums way of keeping tabs on me better.” You laughed, causing others to laugh too. You were too shocked that your best friend was in front of you to notice though.

“No! But she does say that she approves of Harry.” Antigoni winks and you smile so hard because that’s all you ever wanted, “Speaking of….”

Antigoni looks over your shoulder to where Harry was stood awkwardly behind.

“Hi.” Harry smiled and brought her in for a hug.

You watched them both interact and immediate tears formed in your eyes. You didn’t think you’d get this moment until 8 weeks later so for your life to start filtering into this part of your life felt so surreal.

“Hi Harry. I’m Antigoni.”

“Lovely too meet you.”

“Likewise. Oh and also thank you for keeping this one happy.” She said, pulling apart and standing in between you and Harry.

“Always, yeah.” Harry sniffled.

“This is my best friend, H.” You explained and the ‘oh’ face dropped on Harry, He understood why you’d be so excited now and it made him all excited for you.

“Lovely to meet the best friend of my best friend.” Harry said, cheering his glass towards Antigoni.

“Hey. You can have her as a girlfriend, but she’s my best friend. All right?” Antigoni threatened and Harry put his hands up in defeat, because he was completely fine with that.

Even if Ekin-Su wasn’t.

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pencilpat · 6 months

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Sanders Sides: College AU

Part two of this AU! Here are the character sheets for everyone. Both Logan & Janus are transfem in this AU. Prequel, Part 1

Featuring queerplatonic logince and implied future dukeceit!

Janus and Remus have some realizations about each other as they begin to settle into sharing a space. Roman attempts a confession again, with much more success. Virgil and Patton are doing well, and enjoying pulling the strings behind getting their friends together.

3,970 words

CW: brief mention of ableism from a parent, character living in poverty, swearing

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Janus leans against her wall, pinching her eyebrows with a sigh. “So, a whole coffee shop right at your disposal wasn’t enough?”

Remus barely acknowledges her, simply continuing to set up the coffee maker he purchased while she was at school, humming to himself.

“Remus, I don’t even drink coffee. How do you expect this to be of use to me? In my apartment.”

“Ah please, it’s fine! If anything, I’ll just take it with me when I leave!”

“Yeah. Leave.” She pans her gaze over what once was her living room, however small and crappy it was. It’s now covered in folded piles of Remus’s clothing and miscellaneous junk. Sighing, she stumbles out of her crutches to rest them by the door, pressing her weight on the kitchen counter. “Remus…” she begins, but doesn’t even know what to say.

Hell, this is just as strange and surreal as it was last night when she got the text. Remus looks different, older, and healthier, with significantly more piercings and obscene tattoos. She can’t tell if he did them himself or got them done, but they do suit his ‘quirky’ nature. The wisp of a mustache above his lip is now filled out and curled. Him being entirely shirtless when she got home was also a surprise. When he said he needed a place to sleep she had assumed he would be sleeping here and not much else. It makes sense that the twin’s shitty parents got rid of Remus eventually, and the thought makes her pinch her lips together tightly. She observes him working to screw tiny screws into plastic, ashamed as she finds herself eyeing his lean muscular build. She scoffs at herself and walks the rest of the way over. It's just Remus, same idiot as he was in high school – she knows him and how to handle his eccentricity.

“Remus, the instructions call for the bigger screw for that hole-“

“Oh, I bet they do!” Remus chuckles, standing up with his hands on his hips to glare at the machine like it purposefully caused him to pick up the wrong screw. “Everyone’s always looking for a bigger screw aren’t they,” he says, this dramatic, pouting lilt coating the words. She snorts out a small laugh, a sound that seems uncharacteristic for her, yet one that Remus always used to draw forth.

“I’m sure they are with you, maybe,” she says in mock sympathy. Remus stands up straight and gasps at her, mockingly offended.

“Are you only good for witty quips or are you gonna help me build this thing?”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“Huh, makes sense you don’t have the energy to help then!” Remus sticks his tongue out at her and goes back to his fiddling. She laughs breathily, and walks along the walls to her bedroom, overwhelmed.

She drops against her bed like a sack, muscles aching from a day of walking. She lays against her pillows and listens to her own breathing rasp slightly. Living with the mildew is taking its toll as well, she assumes. She blindly fumbles on her bedside table for the familiar feel of her over-the-counter pain medicine, taking two dry. Too tired to get a drink. Too tired to get up much more at all for the day, most likely.

Ah, but she does have to. She groans. Bananaconda, curse you and your feeding schedule, she grits her teeth, cursing her beloved pet for being so beloved. Her snake’s cage takes up and entire wall of her room pretty much, always present in her mind. She’s one of her main joys in life though, and God damn her if she doesn’t take better care of Banana than herself. She sits up again, giving herself a moment before pulling herself up fully to standing, stumbling over to the minifridge full of mice.

Bananaconda eats very willingly, thankfully, making her life slightly easier in its turmoil. She made sure to stroke her scales gently for a moment a bit before feeding her as well. Anyone who says snakes don’t thrive on affection is an idiot in her eyes. Janus sighs, watching the monthly lump of food slip along her pet’s belly. “I’m jealous of you, baby. If only I could sleep that much.” She laughs at her own murmured words, and half-stumbles half-crawls back to bed.

She’s resolved to study in the morning already when there’s a knock on her door. She hides her face in her pillow and groans. Loudly.

“Janus! There’s a whole horror movie marathon on! Remember watching all those old things? You should come watch!” Before she can say anything, her doorknob is turning. At the very least Remus has the decency to have his eyes covered as he opens the door, but he was seemingly too excited to talk through a door.

“Remus, I’m… very tired right now.”

“Huh? It’s only like 7!”

“Remus, please.” She holds up a hand, trying to pause him. “I… I can’t even get up right now, let alone get to the living room. I’d prefer to rest.”

“Oh.” Remus pauses, blinking behind his hand. “Well, I just know you used to love them a lot. I saw you lookin’ all sad and figured it might cheer you up?”

“Even if I do want to… I can’t get up, ok? I’m sorry, I know it’s annoying and inconvenient and whatever else, I’ve heard it before-“

“Why don’t I just carry you!”

Now that does pause her. “Remus, what?”

“Y’know, pick you up! Er, if you’re decent and all.”

“Yes, I’m decent.”

Remus immediately uncovers his eyes, still seemingly slightly disappointed as she says it. “I can carry you out here! You’re not heavy!”

“What, am I going to grow extra arms to hold on or something?” She can’t help laughing. She’s a grown woman only a few inches shorter than him – he can’t be serious.

He most definitely is, she realizes, as he steps over and begins putting his arms under her legs and back. She lets out a tiny yelp, and is up in the air before she knows it. Thank god the room is dark, because her entire face goes half dark half pink with flush. “Remus!”

Remus just cackles, and starts carrying her into the living room. The lights are also off out here, and she sees in the light of the TV screen that her cabinets have been scoured as there are packets of hot cocoa on the counter along with two mugs. Remus sets her on the pull-out bed with surprising gentleness, and she sees the beginning of the first Scream playing already. Remus goes to the kitchen and comes back with a cream yellow mug held out to her, steam glimmering in the TV light. She accepts it, still a bit breathless. Remus crawls over the bed, careful with his own mug of coffee – coffee, at 7 pm, she notes – and settles beside her. Their backs are pressed onto the backing cushions of the sofa.

She watches his face, glowing excitedly as he blows on his mug. He looks enraptured by a movie she knows he’s seen at least 6 times. It’s bizarrely cute to her, and she refocuses her gaze onto the movie, though not really watching. Was he always like this? She finds it hard to remember. She doesn’t remember being so… taken with him? She used to find him more of an annoying side-piece to the friendship with Virgil and Roman – a jester to their catty monarchy - though he was genuinely good to her and enjoyed being around her. She glances again at his brown eyes, seeming slightly red when lit up. He’s laughing through the first kill of the film, that high pitched cackle he’s always done. She supposes neither of them really knew what it was like to have people enjoy being around you before that little group.

She can’t help a light chuff of a laugh at herself, taking a drink of hot cocoa. What is she thinking about right now? It’s just Remus, that dumb kid from her high school. Any amount of loneliness on her part wouldn’t be a fair reason to tug at his heart, anyways.

Janus does enjoy the cocoa, and the movies – well, the three of them she makes it through. Remus made sure she was laughing and made as many inappropriate jokes as he could. He noticed her drifting to sleep as it got fully dark outside, and didn’t interrupt her, letting her fall to sleep. Her cocoa was fully drunk, and he lets her just… rest, for a while. He’s not an idiot, he did notice how exhausted she looked from the moment she opened the door. His eyes glance away from The Bride of Chucky onto her crutches. She didn’t have those in high school. Flitting back over to her face, Remus sighs out a low breath. Three years is longer than he thought, truly.

The molded apartment and impoverished conditions aren’t… new, for her, either. Virgil brought up to him once, during a panic attack, noticing Janus living in her car through most of the time they’d known her. Of course, himself and his brother were too rich and privileged to notice something like that. He glares at the television spitefully. If he had known, if she had ever mentioned it, if, if, if. Whatever. It’s unchangeable, and now he’s also cut off from that money and lifestyle. Turns out rich actors aren’t fond of ‘schizo’ sons. He shakes his head out from the thoughts as the marathon’s end title pops up, downs the last of his coffee, and then crawls off the bed. It doesn’t feel right to physically move her, so he sets the two blankets and pillow down on the kitchen floor and resolves to sleep there. Faces flit at him from the shadows of a new environment, but he's too at peace to feel distress.

“Heh, night Janus,” he whispers into the silent room. “Enjoy the bed.”

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Apparently 9 pm on a Friday was the best Logan could manage, as their texts show, and Roman is chugging coffee just in case. Patton and Virgil will not stop being lovebirds in the living room, and Roman seethes over his mug at them from the chair across from the sofa.

“Geeze, Rom, if you glare any harder you might actually put holes in us,” Virgil chuckles, sitting up just slightly, laying against Patton’s chest and stomach. This only makes Roman glare harder at him, and Virgil rolls his eyes. “Roman, dude, it’s ok. We have the plan remember? Subtly clearing out once she gets here?”

“You could just go now!” Roman whines, very loudly.

Patton giggles at him. “Roman, c’mon, you know she thinks it’s a friendly hang out! She would be confused if it’s just you when she gets here.”

Roman groans, but he knows they’re right. It feels… icky? Just weird, to do to her, but if Patton thinks she’ll be ok with it, he trusts their advice. Roman takes a large drink of lukewarm coffee and pulls out his phone again. He is still in dress pants, his black gloves, and a slightly undone blouse despite Virgil and Patton having chosen to be in pyjamas. Casual elegance is always his expectation for himself, even when a cutie isn’t due over any minute. His phone has yet to show any signs of Logan getting any closer though.

Only a few minutes later, it seems Logan just doesn’t announce her arrival. Roman lets out a startled squeal as a knock comes on the door. He instinctively hides behind his hands for a moment, and Virgil laughs at him. He huffs and stands up to open it to her, coaxing his cheeks to lose their flush. He pulls the door open with a smile, and finds her standing calmly, dressed in a simple black polo shirt and jeans, the porch lights glinting off her piercings. Shockingly it’s the most casual he’s ever seen her, and he’s caught staring at her. The undone top button may as well be pornography as far as her usual attire is concerned.

She clears her throat. “Roman? Are you ok?”

He stands up straight, nodding. “Yeah- Yes! Yes, I’m fine. Why don’t you come in.” He bows to the side and gives her room to enter. She raises and eyebrow and smiles just slightly and his unnecessary grandiosity. Logan walks inside, already knowing where the living room is due to visiting Patton here once or twice. Roman trails behind her, brushing at his white streak of hair, tucking it behind his ear. He tries to watch her move without actually staring, her light and poised way of walking enrapturing him as always.

“Hello Patton, hello Virgil,” she waves as she walks in, settling on one of the other free chairs that doesn’t have Roman’s cup on the table beside.

“I made coffee if you would like a cup? I even let it cool so I can put some ice in it!”

“That’s very kind, Roman, thank you.”

Roman smiles, proud of himself, and practically skips to the kitchen to get her a glass. Virgil turns his head to look at her, picking up the remote to turn off whatever gameshow was on previously. He switches to Netflix and smiles. “Going for the classic Doctor Who tonight, L? Or did you have anything new you wanted to check out?”

“I actually have not watched any of Doctor 12, my studies really picked up before I could get that far.”

“Actually shocking you haven’t seen Matt Smith yet,” Virgil teases. Logan raises her eyebrows at him with a playful smile. “Just saying, you’re a nerd for this show, I figured you would have seen literally everything it has to offer.”

“Eh, school has always been top priority, even if it means not doing much else.”

“Still, you should schedule in a free day, or something. Just like, a day for doing things for fun.”

Logan seems to consider it, touching her chin. “That is true, doing things for enjoyment is a necessary part of life – it’s just difficult to fit it in, what with work and school taking up almost every day I have.” She shrugs, closing her eyes with a sigh.

“You need something fun, Lo!” Patton calls, obviously already sleepy based on their voice. “Even if it’s a silly show or just going out to eat instead of… well, eating oatmeal for every meal.”

“I like oatmeal,” she retorts, sitting up slightly and crossing her arms.

“You like other things too, though!”

She sighs and nods, conceding. “You’re right, Patton. Other foods can be enjoyable.”

Virgil and Patton exchange a glance as Roman reenters the room. “Y’know, me and Pat are busy most of the week too, but Roman has pretty light courses – you two should go get dinner some time.”

“Oh! Why yes, Virge, that does sound lovely!” Roman hands her the cold caffeine and she smiles in thanks. Their hands touch slightly, and Roman rushes back to the other chair to try hiding the way his face darkens.

“Mm, very well. Getting food is an acceptable activity to lose time on, considering I would need to eat either way.”

“And I will be paying, of course!” Roman touches his chest as it puffs out proudly.

“Roman, I make my own money, I assure you I can-“

“Ugh, just let me do something nice for you!” he says, a bit too aggressively. Paton giggles at him and hides their face against Virgil. “You deserve someone to treat you, Logan.”

Logan sighs, not fully grasping the reason he wants to, but supposing that it won’t hurt. “Alright, Roman, if you insist. We can alternate who pays.”

Roman’s mouth shuts, and he tries not to look annoyed at Logan’s refusal to be spoiled. Patton and Virgil certainly never complain, considering his incredibly large allowance from his parents. Even with all the clothing he buys, it would still be difficult to spend $7,000 monthly without friends to support. He chooses to gripe in silence though, as Virgil turns on Doctor Who and the title theme sounds its sci-fi score through the room. Roman glances over at Logan again, pleased to see a relaxed grin on her lips as she drinks coffee.

They all relax through the first four episodes of the season, Logan occasionally asking for clarification on the emotional themes and Patton in return requesting clarification on the scientific themes. Roman makes occasional compliments to certain shot framing and lighting choices, and Virgil remains mostly silent.

After the end of the fourth episode, Virgil yawns exaggeratedly. “Well, L, I think me and Patton are going to head to bed, but since you don’t work until like 2 tomorrow, you and Roman should stay up and keep watching. If needed you can stay over, too, you know the couches rock.”

Logan smirks slightly. “Yes, the couches are quite comfortable. Very well, you two. Rest well, remember to brush your teeth.”

“If the couches are so nice, perhaps we should slide over onto that one now that they’ve cleared off!” Roman declares as the couple disappears down the hall to the bedrooms. Logan hums in agreement and they both move over. Their coffees are gone, and Roman finds himself with nothing to fidget with. He ends up picking at the leg of his pants and tapping his foot, barely able to pay attention to the show. How could he when she’s right there, breathing and shifting so close to him? He tries sneaking his hand closer to her own, trying to build tension. She doesn’t seem to notice, focused on the show.

Roman takes a breath, and fully slides his hand over to rest on top of hers. She immediately begins to pull it away, turning to glance at him. “Do you need something, Roman?”

“U-uh- Nothing, no! Your… hands… just look soft?”

She pauses, tilting her head at him. “Soft?”

Roman is screaming curses at himself in his head, but he tries to smile casually through it. “Y-yes! They look,” he picks one up gently, lightly running his gloved fingers over the back of her hand, “really smooth, and your fingers are very long and thin… They are quite dainty.”

“Um. Thank you, Roman.” Logan seems taken aback; her face confused. “Why do you bring it up?”

Roman meets her eyes, her light blue ones clear enough to hold his reflection, and a small sigh leaves him. “I don’t know. All of you has always looked quite soft to me. Truthfully… I think about it probably a bit too often.” He smiles bashfully, glancing down away from her eyes. “I think about you a bit too often.”

Logan tries to piece together what he’s talking about in her mind. Thinks about her? Her being soft? It’s not tracking with her – Roman thinking of her often doesn’t seem like a characteristic she would expect. “What do you mean by that, Roman?”

“I- I mean,” Roman glances up to her face again, something passionate and soft filling his features. “What I mean is that- is that I like you, Logan.”

“I like you too, Roman, you’re an excellent friend.”

“No! No, as- as more than that. I like you in ways beyond friendship.”

Logan blinks rapidly, mouth falling open slightly. “Oh- Goodness, Roman- I’m sorry, I- I don’t- I’m not exactly interested in romance. With anyone, not just you in particular.”

“Ah. Oh.” Roman chews at his lip awkwardly. Of course she wouldn’t be. It makes sense given how romantically illiterate she is. “I mean… we don’t necessarily have to be romantic?” he proposes.

“What do you mean?”

Roman licks his lips, sighing, trying to put his words in order. “What I mean is, while I do like you as more than a friend, that doesn’t necessarily mean we have to be romantic partners!”

“How so?”

“Well- There are other types of attraction! Like how I’m mostly homoromantic, but sexually I don’t have much preference at all!”

“So… you are implying we would only be sexual?”

“Er, well no! Not necessarily. Oh, goshdarnit, words can be hard. There’s more than just romance and sex too! Like, even though you are feminine in your gender and not my typical type, aesthetically I find you incredibly beautiful! And- and I picture you erotically or sensually quite often as well.”

It’s Logan’s turn to go pink, glancing away to process her thoughts. Before Roman mentioned experiencing these feelings, she hadn’t thought to consider him in that way at all. But she quickly glances him over again, his dark skin with light markings glowing in the television lights and his perfect, slightly long hair. His golden jewelry and greenish eyes, filled with hope and warmth as he looks at her. Perhaps she gets what he means by aesthetic beauty.

Logan breathes in slowly, and fully meets his gaze once again. “Well, Roman- I suppose- I mean, I understand your thoughts. You are also a very attractive person.” Doctor Who is nothing but background noise now, their gazes locked solely on each other. Roman is clinging to every word she speaks, holding her hand in his own trembling ones. “If it would make you happy, I would… be willing to attempt non-romantic partnership. I need to do further research on this whole subject of attraction, I think. There seems to be more to it than I realized.” Logan touches her chin. “What do you call a partnership like this? I don’t know, ‘non-romantic partner’ seems a mouth full.”

Roman tries to tamper down the joy for a moment to properly explain the topic to her - it’s rare he’s the one to teach Logan something. “Well, in queer spaces most of the time they call it a ‘queerplatonic’ or ‘queererotic’ relationship.”

“That is also a mouthful.”

“Hence why they shorten it! ‘QPR’, ‘QPP’- er, as in ‘queerplatonic partnership’.”

Logan hums, seeming to rotate the words over in her mind. “Very well. I suppose, then, that you are my queerplatonic partner.”

Roman grins at her widely, his slightly crooked teeth shining in the low light. She smiles back, a bit shocked with herself. Roman squeezes her hand, and chuckles. “Er, for boundary reasons- Am I allowed to kiss you?”

Logan can’t help a single sharp syllable of an embarrassed laugh slipping out of her, her face blushing deeper. “Sure, Roman, if it’s quick. I’m not very big on physical affection most times.”

Roman nods, and plants a quick respectful kiss on her cheek, giggling at himself. “This is so stupid- I’m being so awkward, I’m sorry!”

“It’s quite alright, I also feel awkward.”

“I can tell, nerd, your face is so bright it’s shining.”

Logan looks away, adjusting her glasses on her nose. “You don’t look much better, frankly.”

They meet eyes again, exchanging tiny smiles. “I suppose those dinner plans are a definite now, hm?”

“I suppose they are.”

“Want to finish watching this stupid nerd show?”

“Of course I do.”

“Can I cuddle you during it?”

“Of course you can.”

Roman and Logan lay against each other, their bodies warm with embarrassment. Logan lets herself get so wrapped up that she does end up having to stay the night for time’s sake, and Roman leaves her to rest on the sofa for the night with one more quick, flushed kiss. Logan curls into the throw blanket and lets a geeky smile fully fill her face in the cover of darkness. She doesn’t know how she got here, with a careless, dramatic theatre major of all things. Logically they’ll be incompatible, right? She doesn’t know.

What Logan does know is that Roman’s confession felt right, in some way – like it was meant to happen. And the brief kisses certainly didn’t feel bad either. She falls asleep warmly, with no idea what the future might hold for the first time in years.

#logince #dukeceit #sanders sides #college au #sanders sides au #tss au #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #my writing #sanders sides fanfic #tss fanfic

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SSR Ortho Shroud Fairy Gear Personal Story: Part 1

"The finest 'evolution'"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Gymnasium]

Ortho: Yep, the adjustments for my body and the beacons are done. Now, all that's left is…

Deuce: Ortho, we've set up the equipment like you asked.

Epel: Sorry to keep you waiting. We also got all the stuff you asked us to bring.

1: It was so heavy… 2: Is this all you need?

Ortho: Thank you! I was just thinking about moving on to the next step.

Deuce: What's the next step?

Ortho: The projection mapping rehearsal!

Ortho: I wanted to make some final adjustments, so that I can raise the accuracy of the "illusion camouflage."

Sebek: Yes, you can never be too careful… That is a good attitude to have.

Ace: Why are you the one who's acting all proud here…?

Jack: Yeah, but this really is quite an incredible spectacle to see.

Jack: There's a ton of lights, some cameras and monitors, and an enormous screen…

Epel: And finally, just as you asked, Ortho-kun, we collected as many colored clothes as we could from the guys in our dorms…

Grim: We ain't got any idea what you want all this for, though.

Ortho: Ehehe. Well first, can I have you two, Ace Trappola-san and Jack Howl-san, change into these clothes?

Jack/Ace: Eh!? Is this…?

Ace: I thought we were going to be rehearsing for the fashion show… Why're you makin' us change into our P.E. uniform?

Jack: Seriously. 'Cause our outfits for the stage are super delicate, we have to be super careful taking it off, too, y'know...

Ortho: I'm sorry. In order to make the illusion a success, I want to test out many different patterns.

Ortho: Especially since we won't know the color of the dress that the Fairy Queen will be wearing tomorrow.

Jack: The color of her dress? Is that related to the mission somehow?

Ortho: Of course it is! It's not an exaggeration to say that it is the most important concern to succeed in this illusion.

Epel: R-really!? But, what do you mean by "the most important concern"?

Ortho: Ehehe. I think it'll be faster if I showed you rather than explain.

Ortho: Everybody, watch the screen!

[screen turns on]

Epel: The image projected on the screen is… The Fairy Gala venue?

Deuce: It totally looks real. Not just the trees and flowers, but if you look closely, you can also see birds and butterflies flying around.

Jack: If I listen closely, I can even hear the birds chirping and their wings flapping… It's like we're really there.

Ortho: Don't be too surprised just yet. We still have to perform the illusion.

Ace: …Oh. I think I know what you're trying to do, Ortho.

Ortho: Really? Okay, then, I'll ask you to stand in front of the screen, Ace-san.

Ace: Okaaay.

Deuce: Seeing Ace in his P.E. uniform against the backdrop of the Fairy Gala venue… I gotta admit, it's kinda surreal…

Ortho: Please keep your eyes on Ace-san. Here we go… 1, 2, 3!

[activates illusion program]

Deuce/Jack/Grim: ACE DISAPPEARED!?

Ace: Ooh, did it go well?

Sebek: …We can't see Ace's body, but I can hear his voice. What is going on!?

Sebek: ...... Wait, AAAAAAAH!? It's a m-monster… There's a monster without an upper body strutting around!!

Ortho: Sebek Zigvolt-san. Thank you very much for the expected reaction. I'm pleased you're surprised.

Ortho: Haah, it looks like it still needs a few adjustments. I'm going to turn off the light and videos off for a moment.

[turns off projection]

Ace: What's wrong, Sebek? That's such a miserable-looking face. Ah, let me guess… You were so frightened that your knees almost gave out?

Sebek: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I WAS JUST STARTLED BECAUSE THERE WERE SOME LEGS WALKING AROUND BY THEMSELVES!

Epel: I was surprised too… Hey, Ortho-kun. Can you explain what just happened?

Ortho: Yes, of course. Tomorrow, we will be performing an illusion that will make the Fairy Queen disappear.

Ortho: And just now, I activated the program assuming that the queen would be wearing the color red.

Ortho: That is why his top half with the red shirt was able to blend into the background, but…

Ortho: But all the other colors, like the black portions of the sportswear, didn't really work well with Ace-san's movements…

Sebek: How bizarre…! But if left like this, the whole venue will be in pandemonium!

Ortho: Yep. That's why I want the program to instantly adapt to whatever color or material the dress is made out of.

Sebek: …I see. So that is the reason why you had us collect a plethora of different colored clothes.

Ortho: I'm glad you're able to understand quickly.

Ortho: So, that's why I was hoping I'd be able to enlist all your help with the preliminary testing and any remedial tasks. Can I ask that of you all?

1: Of course! 2: We'll definitely succeed!

Deuce/Ace/Epel: YEAH!

Ortho: Hmm… In order for it to look completely transparent, I think I want to decrease the latency of the projected image a little more...

Ortho: Ace-san, can you try walking at a speed of 2.78 kilometers per hour this time?

Ace: I don't understand when you say "per hour" like that! You want me to go faster? Or slower?

Ace: But anyway, how about we take a break soon? I'm so tired from changing my clothes and moving around so much…

Jack: I agree. My eyes are hurting from staring at the monitor for so long…

1: Grim got bored and went to sleep already. 2: I'm kind of zoning out…

Ortho: We can't take a break like this! The show is tomorrow…

Ace: Hmmm, yeah, but…

???: Excuse me. May I have a moment?

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @girl-in-the-tower and @rotattooill.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ortho shroud #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twst ortho #twst ace #twst deuce #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #twst grim #twst translation #twst fairy gala

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Whumpril 2024

Day 4 - Swaying

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Mentions of Trauma

- Slightly Suggestive (NO NSFW)

Enjoy!

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Amne brushed her hair, glancing at the mirror ever so often.

A birthday party, Lua had said, but this seems more important.. more extravagant.

Maybe Lua just liked big parties.. or this was forced on them..

Either way, Amne was pretty much forced into it too, since she was sitting in a dress far too fancy for a simple party.

However, she wasn't exactly complaining. The dress was gorgeous, far more than anything she had ever worn before. The black base with the red accents was beautiful, but she was still dreading this party.

Even if Celestial managed to be a place where nothing could harm you, Anne's anxiety somehow surpassed that. The amount of people that would be there.. people that she didn't know.

Amne finishes brushing her hair, and sets the brush down. Looking at herself in the mirror is surreal. She doesn't look like herself, but she hasn't really since she got here.

Amne proceeded to wait patiently. The only good thing was that Silas would be there with her. He always managed to make things less scary, less stressful..

That boy was truly an angel. He was so sweet, caring, understanding.. it almost caused her nostalgia every time they interacted, or maybe more a sense of deja vu..

Amne perks up suddenly as she hears a knock on the door.

"It's open." She calls out a bit.

The door opens silently, and Silas pops his head in, looking a bit flushed as he states at her.

"Y-you ready.?" He asks, stuttering a bit at the beginning.

Amne manages a small smile and a nod. She stands up and exits the comfort of her room, joining Silas I'm the hallway.

Finally seeing him makes her own face flush. She can't deny that along with his amazing personality, he's also very attractive, especially in a suit matching her dress..

Fuck, no Amne, no relationships, none of that, not anymore..

Amne breathes deeply, composing her racing mind.

"You uh, look great.!" Silas says, smiling awkwardly.

Amne widens her eyes a bit. "Thanks.. so do you."

Silas nods, and extends his arm.

"What are you-" Amne asks before Silas interrupts.

"It's called being a gentlemen," He says. "No, but seriously, it's just to help you walk, I can't imagine it's easy to walk in such a long dress."

Amne nods, feeling silly. "Right.." She says as she links her arm with his, letting him guide her away..

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Reaching the main ballroom takes almost no time, and it suddenly reminds Amne of why she never was a party kind of person.

Even with how big the place is, it seems packed to the brim. So many angels.. demons.. and even mixes of them pack up the room almost entirely.

Amne feels the suffocation in the room, and it's enough to make her feel uneasy. A squeeze from Silas brings her back to reality as he looks at her, his usually happy face vanishing for a second.

"It's pretty crowded.. will you be fine in here.?" He asks. "It's okay if you're not, I just-"

Amne sighs. "I don't know.." She says, looking around. "I'll have to test it out for a bit first."

Silas nods. "Yeah, we can do that, just.. don't wander off."

Amne gives him a look. "I'm not a child, Silas."

"Your Uncle told me, in very unagressive words that I had to keep you comfortable all night, so that's what I'll do." Silas replies staring straight ahead.

"Of course he did.." Amne grumbles. "Don't let Zaaron scare you, he wouldn't hurt you."

Silas raises an eyebrow. "It wasn't him, it was Roman."

Amne perks up. "Oh, I just assumed-"

"No no, it's alright, I get it, you're not used to, uh.." Silas starts.

"Communicating with my dead uncle?" Amne asks.

"Not.. that wording, but basically, yeah." Silas responds.

Amne nods. "Wanna.." She stops, sighing in frustration. "Oh for fucks sake, what the hell are we doing?"

Silas raises his eyebrows in surprise. "What do you-?"

"This isn't me, hell, this is not us." Amne remarks. "We aren't party people.. not at all."

Silas frowns. "Yeah, I guess we really aren't.."

Amne taps her foot before getting an idea.

"Hey, you don't still happen to have the key to the old ballroom, do you?" Amne asks Silas.

Silas nods slowly. "Yeah.. I do, why.?"

"Well, there's our escape." Amne states, beginning to walk away as Silas scurried behind her.

The old ballroom wasn't used anymore, for some odd reason, but somehow, Silas has access to it. Amne recalls him telling her about it a while back, how he would go there when things got too overwhelming.. An outlet of sorts.

Even if Amne couldn't imagine a day where Silas wasn't.. Silas, she was glad that at least there was some place in the castle unoccupied..

And maybe the idea of being alone in a room with him excited her more than she would admit.

Amne cleared her head as Silas opened the door to the ballroom, and immediately Amne was caught off guard.

The ballroom was gorgeous, yes, but that wasn't the reason. Even with all the shades of blue and gold, the thing that stood out to Amne the most was the stained glass portraits.

There were eight of them, all along the walls. Amne could point out the ones that looked like Lua, and Silas..

But the one that stood out the most looked exactly like her.

'Uh, how long has that been there.?" Amne asks, pointing at the portrait with a concerned look.

Silas smiles. "Oh yeah, that got here a little bit after you did!"

Amne deadpans. "Right.."

Silas laughs. "I get it, this all must be really weird and new for you."

Amne nods slowly. "Weird is an understatement.."

Silas urges Amne over to a door, opening it to reveal a balcony. As they both step out onto it, Amne feels her heart flutter.

"So.. I don't mean to push you or anything, but you never told me about your life.. before Celestial.." Silas tarts, sounding unsure.

Amne sighs. "Yeah.. I guess I haven't." She looks at Silas. "I can't remember much.. honestly.."

Silas nods in acknowledgment. "I figured.. but I think you do remember something.. or someone."

Amne raises an eyebrow. "What-?"

Silas shrugs. "Sorry, that came out wrong, it's just.. when I was with you for the first couple of nights after you got here.. you were always mumbling about people in your sleep.."

Amne feels her heart stop momentarily. "I-I was..?"

Silas nods. "I didn't want to say anything.. I figured you were already dealing with a lot of new adjustments.. I just.. can't forget what you said.."

Amne turns to him. "What did I say.."

Silas sighs. "Mostly incoherent things, little bits here and there.. but you constantly said a name.."

Amne stops, looking down. "Kaiden, I said Kaiden, didn't I.?"

Silas looks over at her. "You did, how did you-"

Amne's face pales, and she takes a deep breath. "He's-.. someone I was close with.."

Silas frowns. "Like a partner?"

Amne nods, her hands shaking. "For a while, yeah, but we ended a bit before my.. accident." She closes her eyes. "I remember dreaming a lot about him when I first got here, he was always.. so sad, so.. empty.." Amne opens her eyes, looking up at the dark sky. "I miss him sometimes.. but he's also the reason I'm here.."

Silas nods silently, just listening. Amne works up the courage to continue speaking.

"Actually.. you remind me a lot of him.. or, who I thought he was.." She says. "When we first met, he was like you, happy-go-lucky.. sweet.. loving.. the whole gist.." Amne sighs. "But you two aren't the same, I know that, I know he isn't here.." Amne turns to Silas once again. "But you are."

Silas perks up, surprised. "Amne, I-"

Amne seems to get closer to Silas. "You've been here with me through every challenge so far, and you did it because you wanted to."

Silas hands slightly hover over Amne's waist, the temptation to pull her in strong. "I had to help you, I just had the urge.."

Amne looks up at him. "But why.?"

Silas lets out a breath. "I think it's because.. I love you.."

Amne gives a subtle smile. "Then what are you waiting for..?"

Those words are the last thing spoken as the two finally push past their own hesitation. Silas pulls Amne in, kissing her as if she would disappear at any moment. His hands keep a firm hold on her waist as Amne's hands automatically travel into his hair, the way they always have.

Amne is backed up against the wall, helplessly trapped by someone she always claimed was only a friend.

In reality, how could they ever just be friends.?

The once passionate kisses turn sloppy as things begin to get heated. They both feel the desperation to be closer.. to be up against one another, without an inch of space between them. They could only go so long without love, starved to the point of ravishing the smallest amount of love they could get their hands on.

They were meant to find each other, that was for sure, and nothing could separate them.

"AHEM."

Amne freezes up at the sound, feeling Silas tense up as well. They both turn to the door, the one they'd forgotten to lock, but to be fair, neither of them expected the night to go this way.

Lua stood in the doorway, looking a mix of disappointment, anger, but most of all, disgusted.

Amne slightly nudges Silas away from her as they both straighten themselves out awkwardly.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me.." Lua groans. "She just got here a few weeks ago, Silas!"

Silas gets flushed. "What, no, we weren't-"

Lua stomps up to him. "Are you going to lie to my face and tell me you weren't trying to fuck Mrs. Sain-Santos, daughter of psychopathy, over here?!" They yell, pointing at Amne.

"Hey!" Amne shouts back. "Watch it!"

Lua glares at Amne. "Don't even get me started on you!" They turn back to Silas, who still looks incredibly embarrassed. "You, come with me."

Amne crosses her arms. "What about me?"

Lua sighs. "You stay here, and fucking pull yourself together, you look like a mess." With that, they march out of the room, Silas trailing behind looking like a sad puppy.

As soon as the door shuts, Amne loses it.

"Oh Selyna, what did I just do, did I just make-out with a high-rank Angel?! Shit.. What if Zaaron finds out.. or Roman.. oh fuck, I'm so fucked, what was I thinking?!" Amne panics as she paces around the room, pulling her hair from the stress.

She continues to spiral until she hears a commotion start up outside the room. Amne looks at the door, wondering if she should even bother leaving-

The commotion then turns to screams. Amne reacts quickly, rushing out of the room as people run past her in fury. She spots Lua and Silas in the main room, and rushes over to them.

"What the hell's going on?!" She shouts.

Silas looks at her in fear as Lua scans the room.

"Briar and Brennan, that's who." Lua states.

"Am I supposed to know who those people are?!" Amne shouts back as Silas tries to calm her.

Lua turns to Amne. "Did your psycho family at least teach you how to fight?!" They ask.

Amne barely musters up a nod as Lua sighs.

"Good, because we're in for a fucking battle."

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113, M42. Forges Flagship Ceramite Scales. Servo-skull transcription of interrogation of Coran D'Naro regarding his time on Agri-World Teksin

Can I first say how honored I am to have the Emperor's angels asking about my life? Well, first of all I was born 84 years ago -

Huh? Oh, only stuff related to the whole quakes and all, got it.

Started as a week like any other. We was workin the fields, cuttin the ripes and plantin the seeds. Then the quakes started.

I was in the temple when the first hit. Was me and the priests and Betty and Rowan, Liv and Solius... Oh, yeah, guess you wouldn't care about all them. There was also that lady talkin to the priests. The one dressed real fancy-like with her gaggle of groupies.

Then the earth started shaking, and things started coming down. Ceilin started fallin. Rowan got hit by a fallin bit of rubble. Me and Liv hid together. One of the fancy-lady's gang got hit. Blood everywhere.

We was stuck in them ruins for probably a day. Fancy-lady was way calm about the whole situation. Priests did their best to keep the rest of us calm. Liv and Dariel were freaking out real bad.

The quakes continued through that day, periodically causing more parts of the building to fall. I'm lucky I wasn't one of them that got struck in fallin rubble. But after a day or so of quakes, that's when y'all arrived, looking all fancy in that armor of yours.

Was the one in the fancy thin armor pulled aside some rubble. Eh? Loo-tenent Arusane? Sure, that guy. Pulled aside some rubble. Made just enough room for all of us to file out. Place was a wreck all around. Buildings crumbled everywhere. Fields were in ruins for sure. Hoping that ain't planet-wide once I get back down home so we can go back to work as normal.

He led us out, things weren't great. Was horrifying, those silver armored men... or... I mean, no, not tech-heresy, I'm sure? I don't want to know. Those things were creepy as hell, I don't want to even know what they were.

Anyway he had us run, and run, toward the tanks you all had. Away from the... silver things. Then he stopped and turned, told us to keep runnin. He ran back to try to fight them things. I don't know what happened to him after that. That's when we ran up and met the captain. Great guy.

Captain Kadek took us back. Had us ducking into cover to hide when more of the bad guys showed up. We lost some of his guys along the way, a few got separated or whatever... Ended up just as the captain up fightin against a whole gaggle of those silver guys.

I don't know I'm ever gonna forget that sight. Down to just the captain, rest of his bodyguard separated and split off, us sitting behind some rubble, doing our best to not get seen.

The captain pulled out his everything, it was clear. That hammer of his rapped its way through every one of those silver guys with the weird spears, he took down all five of them on his own in no time at all.

Then, he got us out of there safe and sound.

That's about all I got. It's... something surreal having the Emperor's angels here asking me about my own life. Yeah, I can't complain. You saved us from the enemies of the Imperium and that captain Kadek inspired Liv to start imaginin herself as some kinda fighter, haha.

Hm? Inquisitor? Oh, the fancy-lady. Yeah, I don't know what happened to her. Hope she's alright, she seemed real friendly with the priests.

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Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine (Part 12 of ?)

(Stardew Valley — Shane/Female Farmer/OC)

This chapter is rated mostly SFW — 3452 words. Just the tiniest bit of dirty talk.

Note: :)

(FYI: Additional chapters of Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine can be found in the Stardew Valley Fic Masterpost link in my blog description. Or, you can click the #green on the vine strawberry wine tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

*****

"Hey, man – your girlfriend just walked in," Sam said, rounding the corner as Shane slashed open the top of a cardboard box with his dulling boxcutter.

"What?" Shane pinched his brow as the younger man emerged through the gloom of the back stockroom.

"Yeah, she's talking to Morris, and she looks, I dunno, kinda pissed?"

Shane sighed, unsure if he wanted to address the girlfriend comment or wonder aloud why Morris would be talking to her. He decided on the former.

"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbled, retracting the blade of the boxcutter and shoving it in the back pocket of his uniform shorts. And, technically, she wasn't. At least, not yet. Payday loomed ahead, Friday seeming like years away instead of days, and he planned to buy the biggest, dumbest bouquet he could afford.

"Whatever you say, my man," Sam replied with a chuckle. "Anytime she's ever come here, it's to find you, so…" The younger man shrugged, a lopsided grin finishing the sentence for him. "Want me to go see what they're talking about?"

"No," Shane responded, pushing past Sam to crack the stockroom door just enough to catch sight of Kristen and Morris standing next to Claire's register. The cashier, as usual, stood glassy-eyed and nearly nodding off while the tense conversation unfolded mere feet away. Shane knew that Kristen had a hand in the store manager's transfer to Pelican Town several years prior, but the stance they displayed hinted at something a little more complicated.

"Think he's hitting on her?" Sam asked. Shane figured it was a lousy attempt at a joke, but the insinuation caused his hackles to rise, and he flushed, overwhelmed by an emotion he couldn't quite name but recognized as a mixture of protectiveness and jealousy.

"It's questionable if Morris is even human," Shane replied, eyeing the man as he loomed over Kristen. "I doubt he has the capacity to love anything other than Joja."

Sam snickered as he approached Shane and peered through the crack above his head. "I think she can take him. Wanna bet?"

Shane scoffed but couldn't deny that the mental image of the farmer socking his shitty boss in the jaw almost had him standing at half-mast. But just when he was about to turn down that hypothetical bet, his walkie-talkie crackled to life, startling him enough to slam the stockroom door closed as if he and Sam had been caught witnessing something untoward.

"Shane Davis, you're free to go to lunch. Oh, and you have a guest at the front of the store. Best not keep her waiting."

"She ain't your girlfriend, my ass," Sam laughed, clapping the shorter man on the shoulder. "Damn, can't believe Morris is actually letting you go to lunch, too."

"Yeah," Shane agreed. "Can you finish unpacking these while I'm gone?"

"No problemo, pal."

"For real this time," Shane amended, narrowing his eyes. "Morris will blame me if he comes back here and finds they aren't."

Sam nodded, well aware that their manager seemed to harbor some sort of a grudge against his co-worker. "Yeah, man. Promise."

Shane thanked him and cautiously exited the stockroom, peering left and right as if he would be ambushed by Morris or a bothersome customer at any second. Finding the coast clear, he made his way toward the front, hugging the outside wall until he reached the row of cash registers and cut across them toward Kristen from the side.

Stepping out into the noonday sunshine hand in hand with the farmer felt surreal on a level that Shane had never experienced but also more natural than he could have imagined. Despite his protests that he wasn't ashamed of the townsfolk knowing they were involved, he caught himself scanning the immediate vicinity for wandering eyes and whispering voices. Shame still had nothing to do with his misplaced caution. Well, at least not for himself.

Shifting his eyes to the side as they strolled, Shane attempted to absorb how Kristen's hair shone like fire in the sun and how her freckles darkened ever so slightly. The sway of her hips as she walked, the chiffon of her sundress swishing around her thighs with each step. The red tinge of her lipstick and how it reminded him of lip prints on a shot glass while fat snowflakes coated cobblestones under the moonlight.

"You look really pretty today," he said, glad that the statement sounded as normal as he rehearsed it in his mind.

"Oh… thank you."

She blushed – actually blushed – and Shane was suddenly teleported back to 7th grade, starry-eyed and cooing over the prettiest girl in class. A girl who would ultimately end up his girlfriend but would break his heart weeks later. A girl who would, despite teenage angst, remain his best friend. A girl who would honor that lifelong friendship by making him the godfather of her beloved daughter only months before she died.

When Shane opened the door to the Saloon — holding it open for Kristen so she could enter first — he was relieved that Emily's smiling face was the only one staring back at them. This early in the day, traffic was sparse regardless, but the lack of other patrons meant he could pretend they were all alone.

"Gus is pulling your pizza from the oven now!" Emily said, fetching a couple of glasses from below the bar. "Take a seat, and I'll bring it over soon!"

Kristen made way toward their usual spot, but Shane gently tugged her toward the corner booth instead, heart fluttering when she caught his eye and smirked.

"This is cozy," she remarked, settling in on his opposite side. The plastic bag she'd been carrying crinkled as she sat it beside her, and his imagination soared with what could be inside.

"Uh — yeah," he agreed as Emily approached, sat two glasses of water down in front of them, and left without a word. Shane's eyes briefly followed the waitress until she turned and shot him a knowing wink. "Thanks for ordering the food."

The farmer stared at him for several endless seconds before replying, "Thanks for letting me hold your hand on the walk over here." Her own hand landed on his bare knee under the table, inching slightly upward, nails lightly scraping through his leg hair. Shane flinched reflexively, unprepared and never expecting such a bold move in public. "Last night was so sexy."

Shane's eyes darted toward the bar and then around the remainder of the deserted Saloon, paranoia creeping up his spine like a slithering swamp creature no human had ever laid eyes on. When he found Emily casually slicing their pizza and loading a tray with the pan and plates, he relaxed, if only slightly.

"Kriss."

"Sorry," she said, retreating her hand. Shane found himself regretting such a prudish response when the warm print of her palm cooled almost instantly. He suppressed a shiver even as he noticed the burn again spreading across her cheeks. "I guess something about you makes me feral."

The confession shot a lightning bolt straight to Shane's dick, and he felt it twitch like the fingers of a reanimated corpse in a bad zombie flick. He was momentarily speechless, still astounded that a woman like her could find anything sexy about a guy like him.

"Babe, I'm barely keeping my shit together here," he said, attempting to soothe her silly insecurities. "I'm grateful for the pizza, but uh —" he took another cursory glance at their surroundings, calculating he had just enough time to utter the filth sitting on the tip of his tongue before Emily was in earshot, "— I'd be just as happy eating your pussy for lunch."

"Oh, fuck off," she giggled, covering her face as Emily slid the tray between them.

"One supreme pizza with extra cheese and peppers!" the waitress announced, shattering the sexual tension like she was wielding a sledgehammer.

The remainder of their time in the Saloon was spent with leisurely conversation not unlike what they'd usually shared, interspersed with Kristen bumping his foot under the table playfully, her hand finding its way back to his knee, and the occasional sexually suggestive remark that had Shane feeling slightly delirious. He couldn't recall the last time the buds of a full-fledged relationship had begun to bloom, petals unfurling slowly and then all at once, displaying proudly for all to see. Even while serotonin spiked his brain and giddiness bubbled in his chest, he knew he could just as easily fuck it all up – crush the sprouting bud under his heel and grind it into the dirt without even realizing, akin to stepping on an ant unfortunate enough to cross his path on his routine stroll to work.

"Hmm, you ready to go back?" Kristen asked. Her hand had finally sought his under the table, their fingers interlocked, merged in the invisible void between them.

"Not really. But I'm sure Morris will call me soon if I don't."

"You still coming over after?" she asked, peeking at him from below her lashes. Shane thought she looked so heart-achingly beautiful just then and wondered how he had ever managed to contain himself since he'd laid eyes on her in this very Saloon over two years ago.

"Yeah, babe." He felt breathless, as if his chest would cave in at any second, lungs deflated. He hated wondering what label to assign to her now. Hated wondering what label she'd assigned to him. They were two grown adults; it shouldn't be this complicated, right? All he knew for sure was that if he couldn't latch his mouth to the soft expanse of her inner thighs again soon, he'd implode. "Want me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself," she replied, releasing his hand so she could root around in a hidden pocket of her sundress. Shane scrambled when she tossed a wad of crinkled bills on the table, attempting to pull his worn leather wallet from the back of his shorts pocket. "Don't! I told you this was my treat. If you're up for it, you can take me out for a real date this Friday."

"Huh?" He was acutely aware of how moronic he sounded as the word left his mouth, still flustered from feeling like a freeloader.

"Harvey got me an appointment with that surgeon in Zuzu on Friday afternoon. Wanna come with? I'd rather someone drive me than take the bus."

"I have to work, Kriss," he answered, rubbing the back of his neck. For some reason, he felt ashamed. A deadbeat stock boy doesn't usually get days off when he has a little mouth to feed.

"You've been full-time at Joja for what, 3 years now? More? You have paid time off, Shane. Knowing Morris, he probably tries to guilt you into never taking it."

"Uh —" he floundered, realizing she was absolutely right and feeling even more imbecilic because of it.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get this Friday off."

"Kriss, you can't just run in and start fighting my battles," he said, harsher than he'd intended. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes squinted the way they did when she was about to challenge him. "I'll ask him. Whatever you said earlier might still have him ruffled enough to agree."

Her gaze pitched to the side as she wrapped her fingers around a loose curl that had escaped the braid flowing down her back. Unease blanketed Shane like a shroud, all too familiar with her visual cues of distress.

"Fine," she relented, albeit reluctantly. "But if he gives you shit, let me know, Okay? I mean it."

"Morris always gives me shit. Why are you so concerned about it now?"

His tone had shifted to sharp and accusatory while questions swirled in his mind. Why had she left Joja? And what the fuck was up with this sudden feud with Morris? She continuously dodged the subject, and Shane never felt the need to press because it wasn't his business. But now that she insisted on inserting herself in such an invasive manner, he felt he was owed an explanation.

"I'm sorry, you're right," she yielded with a dispirited sigh. "I'm just feeling protective of you, I guess. I don't like the way he treats you."

Shane sucked a ragged breath between his teeth, the hostility slithering between his ribs swarmed away by a kaleidoscope of butterflies pummeling their tissue paper wings against his rapidly beating heart.

"It's alright." He shuffled in the booth, fidgeting while his mind scrambled to come up with something more substantial to say. "I'll put in the time and let you know."

Figuring that was an acceptable middle ground, he stood and motioned for her to follow, boldly taking her hand as soon as she was by his side despite a smattering of townsfolk who had also wandered in for lunch. He was planning to formally ask her to be his on Friday anyway, so fuck it.

❦❧🍓❦❧

"Shane, we have a truck delivery scheduled on Friday. You can't request time off at the last minute," Morris chided as Shane stood on the opposite side of his desk with a PTO request slip in hand.

"I already asked Sam if he'll cover, and he said yes. What's the problem?"

Rolling his eyes, Morris snatched the slip from Shane's hand and scanned it quickly. "You didn't provide a reason for requesting time off. That's required per Joja policy."

"Uh. A friend needs a ride to the city for an appointment. She can't drive right now," Shane answered. Morris' obvious obstinance for the sake of it was already wearing on his patience.

"Ah, I see. Mrs. Jarret?"

"Who?" Shane asked. He was quickly transitioning from irritated to agitated.

"Oh," Morris scoffed, a smug expression replacing stern disappointment. "I guess you don't know your friend so well, after all, hmm? I meant Ms. Wynand."

"Okay…" Shane hedged, wondering where this little display was leading.

"I knew her rather well prior to my transfer. Perhaps she can tell you the tale sometime. Perhaps on Friday. Your time off request has been approved." With an exaggerated flourish, Morris signed his name to the slip, ripped off the carbon copy on the back, and handed it to Shane, a crooked grin splitting his face nearly in two. "Now get back to work."

The remainder of Shane's shift was spent scowling at cans of artificial green beans and bottles of yellow sports drink suspiciously resembling piss. One by one, he shoved them on the shelves, hardly aware of Sam skirting by occasionally with rock music blaring so loud through his headphones that he could be heard from a mile away. By 5 pm, Shane's jaw ached, and his head throbbed from grinding his teeth for hours on end, stewing over the cryptic bullshit hanging between Morris and his would-be girlfriend like a stationary pendulum. One tap and it would swing to and fro, shattering the illusion he'd caught himself in like shards of mirrored glass.

You're doing it again. You're trying to sabotage something good by assuming the worst. It's not like they fucked or something.

Determined not to let his sour mood ruin the rest of his evening, he clocked out, avoiding his co-workers, and briefly considered a stop at the Saloon for one beer. Maybe two.

You really want her to taste alcohol on your tongue when you kiss her? he thought, even as his feet itched to take the familiar path toward the Stardrop. Or would you rather get whiskey dick instead? Yeah, that'll be real fucking smooth…

Admitting to himself that he was, indeed, planning to take Kristen to bed as soon as he walked through the door, he recalculated his trajectory — a straight shot from the footbridge, through town, past the bus stop, and right into her arms.

Having something else to focus on, his previous doomsday broodings fell by the wayside, replaced by an old song he'd mainly heard through the crackling of FM radio as a teenager. The lyrics looped in his mind while visions of a girl with mocha skin and glossy raven hair pressed record on her tape deck, imprinting the song on a cassette tape that Shane would wear out over the years. A memory of that same girl donning a wedding dress, dancing to those lyrics with a handsome man on her arm and Shane smiling from the sidelines. Sometimes… sometimes, it didn't hurt to see them again, if only in his memories. Sometimes remembering them felt like coming home.

Uncharacteristically unburdened when he knocked on the farmer's front door, Shane inserted the key into the knob directly after. He figured Kristen would always chide him for knocking when he could enter at any moment, but that simply felt intrusive.

"Hi," she said, catching him off guard. She was standing just far enough from the door that it didn't smack her in the face when he opened it. He first noticed that she looked deathly pale, almost as pale as when he and Harvey had found her semi-unconscious in the kitchen just 4 days prior. Next was that both of her hands were tucked behind her back as if she were hiding something.

"Hey," he replied. Kristen took a measured step back, just enough to allow him room to close the door behind him and stand eye to eye, approximately a foot apart. "What's uh — is everything okay? You look sick."

Her eyes widened in response, her expression resembling a mix of panic-stricken and terrified, and Shane felt as if he were suddenly doused in pure adrenaline, fight or flight gripping him by the balls. Naturally, he was a fighter.

"Well, I do feel like I'm about to barf, so…" She trailed off into a giggle that sounded forced, as if someone were holding a loaded gun to her temple.

"Kriss, what the —"

Before he could finish, she flung one of her arms forward from behind her back, the soft crinkle of tissue paper reminding him of when Marnie stuffed gift baskets and bags with the useless garnish. Only now, it was delicately wrapped around a gigantic bouquet of flowers and thrust inches from his nose.

"I know this tradition is dumb and outdated," she began, voice wavering. Shane gently pressed the back of one hand against the bundle and slowly pushed it to the side so he could see her face, now splotched with red patches as a blush attempted to force its way to the surface. "But, I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet and romantic. I asked Pierre to bring his nicest one, but I didn't realize it would be so big. Sorry. But it's beautiful!"

She stopped babbling then, her eyes locked with his, still holding the bouquet toward him. Shane opened his mouth to reply but only gaped like a fish, literally stupefied.

"What's wrong? Do you hate it?" she asked, face crumpling the way Jas' did when she was two seconds from sobbing. "Oh god, it's too much, isn't it? This is pathetic."

Shane shook his head, still unable to articulate the barrage of emotions beating him senseless. He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to tell her that she was on the fringes of every thought that occupied his mind, no matter how fleeting. He wanted to tell her he never thought he could find true friendship again until she came crashing through his life like a wrecking ball. He wanted to tell her that the mere notion of losing her now or ever made his throat constrict like he'd swallowed a handful of wasps. But instead, he plucked the bouquet from her hand, tossed it on the tea table next to the door, and pulled her into a kiss. Tender yet yearning, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it loose from the braid as strands slipped between each digit. The farmer responded in kind, cupping the back of his neck with her good hand while the other settled on his hip.

"Does this mean you'll be my boyfriend?" she asked teasingly when the pair finally parted. The color had returned to her face, filling in between the dusting of freckles that he loved so much, relief softening her features until her eyes appeared almost doe-like.

Boyfriend.

Instead of recoiling from the juvenile term for a romantic partner, he rolled it around in his mouth like a piece of hard candy, allowing the sweetness to coat his tongue. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

"Yeah, babe," he answered, regarding her with adoration in his eyes. "I'll never understand why you chose me, but I'll be your boyfriend. I'll be whatever you want."

***** End Note: (:

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: Haven

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[I don't remember this much beyond a) it being one of my favorite s1 eps and b) Ishim being in it. Heads-up. Also, this episode is brought to you by me procrastinating on work and Jezebel eating ice cream… you can see which of us is living the high life :)]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ [NORMAL] That’s what I was wondering [NORMAL PULLING A RHONDA HURLEY???] YESSSS

Poor Logan [I knowwww]

[That was a very malicious gesture with the gas, just saying… She looked like she was gonna set fire to him aksdjf]

MAX! EMPATHY!!! HE JUST GOT STUCK IN A WHEELCHAIR; MAYBE DON’T GET PISSY THAT HE DOESN’T FEEL LIKE GOING HIKING

[Ma'am just wants s'mores; she doesn't care about Logan alskdjf] I sometimes wonder…. Did they not realize how unlikable she would be if they made her so angsty [I think they think this is what being a "tough woman" is… They outright call it "girlpower" later] Ooooof

[Oh, look, Jace's baby]

Also Logan says I didn’t say I was canceling… But… but. You kinda did 🤣🤣🤣

[btw, I knew Ishim from Intelligence before I knew him in Supernatural, which is why I remember him from this despite not having seen that episode when I first watched this season]

NOW HE’S TALKING IN CIRCLES

[I TOLD YOU SHE JUST WANTED S'MORES]

OH NO! The rednecks! [THIS FEELS LIKE THE SPN EP! With the Croatoan virus. Where Dean's looking out the front window at the blockade?] Yeah, strong SPN vibes

Creepy kid [I was just typing that alskdfj] Gotta love it

ITS TONY AND KATE [ALSKDJF WHERE'S THE IGUANA]

This damn kid… The kid’s the iguana

“Gimme my money”

[Technically, Max, you can still get s'mores on an Eyes Only mission]

["Eighteen restless spirits waiting for you to avenge their deaths" Ummmm SPN vibessss! Also. Let's shout about the corrupt cops while the corrupt cops could be listening… GENIUS]

The scene cut whiplash tho

[*aggressively bites marshmallow*]

Creepy kids like… creepy adult

Bitch I just said my aunt’s a doctor

[Ma'am spilling Manticore secrets to a bby :( She gonna get him killed] DOES SHE REALLY? [I don't know… I doubt it, but probably not for lack of trying, I see.]

This kid looks familiar 🤔🤔🤔

[Whyyyy is Logan on his own in Creepy, Creepertown?] Cause he is a strong independent man [Logan. This isn't going well.]

He has arriveddd [Yup!] OH MY GOD HES SO YOUNG [I KNOW.] AND EQUALLY CREEPY

[Oof, My Bloody Valentine vibes tho] ☠️☠️

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 aw man look at that… How quickly he noticed something wrong

[Well, at least they didn't pull out Logan's pool skills only for s2 jealousy reasons]

Ninja gf to the rescue! (I thought she didn’t notice at first) [ikr]

SAME, BARTENDER DUDE! that would be me

“How did my screwed-up genetics become about you?” When you made it about him??? [MA'AM, EMPATHY]

I still loveeee her hairrrr… Ack

Who is this kiddddd?

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Wench: I think it was the kinda-surreal, definitely-creepy vibes of this ep that made me remember it so fondly... tbh, it's definitely living up to my memory. Forgot Max was so annoying in it, though, because it was overshadowed by last ep

Jezebel: I swearrr this episode is giving me whiplash… Like, even down to Max’s attitude. She starts on something and it’s like oh, boy, here we go, but then she backpedals, and then goes full bitch again, and then apologizes. And I’m like!! EITHER COMMIT TO BITCHDOM OR STOPPPP BITCHINGGG

Wench: s2 is gonna be funnnnn

Jezebel: *sigh* this show and circles. Also this kid looks so familiar 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Wench: lkjasdflkj you and the kid… Go look him up then!

Jezebel: Idk but he was in an ep of spn too

Wench: Which?

Jezebel: “Party on Garth”

Wench: Huh. No clue but good to know

Jezebel: Lol. And the creepy vibe is amazing and a nice change

Wench: Seee!?!??! I'm telling you, that's why I remembered it. This is my favorite non-ep-17 s1 episode, and that vibe is why.

Jezebel: But yeah I think that’s all I have. Except omg them tipping that wheelchair over pissed me offfffff

Wench: See what I mean, though, by them just. leaving Logan's depression behind?

Jezebel: YESSSS UGH

Wench: Like, it's coming up, but only in a "oh, they're fighting" way. Not a "he just lost something important to him for the second time; he deserves adjustment" way. Definitely not a "he considered ending things last episode" way.

Jezebel: I HATE IT! Like I get that was just a plot point for the episode but tbf that’s not a plot point you should use for just one ep. That’s too heavy and too real.

Wench: And it's an issue that, like, actually affects people? And requires serious work to overcome? It. Bugs me. That it's just a minor thing that gets blurred past. You know what I mean.

Jezebel: Now granted back then shit was different and triggers weren’t concerns in media. But still I fully get it

Wench: Yup. Ready to go on, though?

Jezebel: Yes!

– – –

[Not the tip-over joke. Also… Bruh, why are y'all leaving the door open and unlocked]

They misheard the pulse as the purge

“I don’t know anything.” I just came to yell with you a moment

[Ishim be back] Ishim always be being an asshole [He's decent in Intelligence]

Oh shittttt. Buddy needs the girl to kick his ass again

“Nothing.” Buddy. Why didn’t you wipe your nose

Oooooof plot twisttttttt

[THE GRAVE DIGGING?!!?!? WE ARE IN AN SPN EP! Where's the salt? And the gasoline?]

PLOT TWISSSST

[These people (Max/Logan) be kinda stupid] ☠️☠️☠️ [That was kinda obvious ngl] SPN would have been a very short show had it been these two [Why, 'cause they'd die?] Yes ☠️

[Y'all, seriously? You couldn't clear the environment? MAX HAS SUPER-HEARING; SHE DIDN'T BOTHER TO MENTION THE KID EAVESDROPPING?] ☠️☠️☠️

Ishim’s so smol [asdflkjaldkfj he really do be… He's so short compared to the others 😭] I know! [They're gonna think you're impersonating me with that emoji] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[ISHIM CONTINUES TO BE SMOL] So smol. So angry [HE'S LIKE HALF THE OTHER DUDE'S HEIGHT ALSKDFJLAKDSJF]

Well shit

Child. You be a child

Creepy bby kid

LOGAN, MOVE THE CHILD AWAY FROM THE WINDOW

[btw, I TOLD you the gas was gonna be used for arson] ☠️☠️☠️

Is this the last time her seizures are this bad? [I think so. I don't remember them coming up again]

Oooof, he ded

This damn show... Bruh… Violent af

[Poor Logan, goodness] WELL SHIT

WELP

SHORT MAN CAN’T GET CLOTHESLINED… But it’ll take out his eyeballs

He favors Willem Dafoe

[Max going: "Appreciate her or I'll steal her; I don't have a mom"] ☠️☠️☠️ but she got a Logan she just doesn’t appreciate him

No. She. Didn’t. [Ma'am. “It’s good to know that when the superhero’s otherwise occupied, the sidekick’s ready to step in.” How is that your definition of a nice thing to say?] This woman-

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Wench: We haven't had JamPony content in agessss :(

Jezebel: I KNOW. AND MORE CLOSING CIRCLES Ackkkkk

Wench: I think those go away in s2? Think? But the intro gets a monologue that... might be worse

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Ohhhh no spinning baby and angst talk! 😭😭😭 Lord help me

Wench: It's baddddd. But anyway... endpoint!

Jezebel: Just like with the heavy topic of the last ep being pushed under the rug… Max’s seizures just suddenly reappearing only to not be mentioned again…. Will be equally as annoying

Wench: I always wanted them to show up in s2 because other transgenics show up. Other transgenics who likely weren't told about their tryptophan deficiency. And yeah, maybe not all of them have it, but we know the X5s do, so Alec, Biggs, and the other X5s should have had some kind of scene about that imo.

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: It would have been nice if it made her confront the relative comfort of her life, tbh. Because she at least knows all this stuff about herself and Manticore, whereas the others are literally thrust into the deep end without warning,and all because she decides to take down Manticore and act like she didn't cause any problems. Is it likely? Nah. Would it have been nice? Yeah

Jezebel: Yeah that’s fair!!

Wench: Anyway, go on.

Jezebel: It feels like they either got bored with the seizure storyline. Or it was too much to keep up with on top of the other story lines. But then this being the ep AFTER Logan’s heavy ep… they needed to make him the hero even from the chair… and to do that she had to be down and out.

Wench: I could be wrong about them dropping it, btw. But I don't remember it coming back.

Jezebel: Fair… But it also hasn’t been in like the past 4 eps… or more

Wench: This is true

Jezebel: So yeah it seemed so out of the blue. Also what was the point of these people killing this family? I know they said but I didn’t catch it and I’m like….

Wench: Basically... racism

Jezebel: Ahhhh 💔💔💔💔

Wench: When the Pulse hit, everyone blamed "outsiders.” And that family had gas and food when everyone else didn't. So the townsfolk came to the "obvious" conclusion that they knew what was gonna happen and shored up on supplies ahead of time. Thus, they attacked.

Jezebel: Ahh 💔💔 that’s fucked

Wench: Yeah. I don't think that storyline ever returns either. Other than that, the Pulse basically isn't addressed. They use it as worldbuilding, but don't do much by way of development with it. Again: I think. It's been a bit since I saw these episodes

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Plot holessss. Gotta love em

Wench: BUT! Plus side! One more episode 'til Ben :) And next episode is OC-heavy

Jezebel: BUT SAD?! ACK!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e15 #haven #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

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lackadaisicalnereid · 2 years

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I don't even know where my wips have gotten lost to atm bc everything has been swallowed up by book stuff/short story collection stuff/general original Stuff™ but I am SOOO here to bully you about yours. Please tell me about luci/cass(/laura) & the famous DC girl band fic that I think about in my dreams always

OK, so as we all know, I've been working on a band AU for @bohemicns for years now. If I haven't shared this with you yet, I've decided on some bands the girls like.

Babs: the Shaggs, Bangles, Bananarama, Salt-n-Pepa, the Supremes

Steph: Aly & AJ, Destiny's Child, En Vogue, Spice Girls

Dinah: Dixie Chicks, Danity Kane, Neon Jungle, the Pointer Sisters

I feel strongly about a surprising number of these. Also how can I say 'I don't listen to contemporary music' without saying 'I don't listen to contemporary music'.

(Babs lives for Florence, Steph likes their lighter, more upbeat stuff, Dinah pretends she's never listened to Florence but we all know she's lying)

This is the first and probably the best paragraph of it, which is Steph meeting Babs, or seeing Babs, or something.

Barbara and Stephanie meet when Barbara's a senior in Gotham High. This is when, as far as the world at large is concerned, Barbara is still only Barbara and never Babs, and when Stephanie is already sometimes Steph, but not to Barbara, because she doesn't know Barbara yet. This is when Barbara is new to the school - a transfer from somewhere, but Steph forgets from where. Barbara has hair like she's on fire, she rolls around the school in her wheelchair and she has a death stare Stephanie would love to perfect herself, only she's not actually sure it's something you can train, because it looks so surreal and baby I was born this way on Barbara. Stephanie likes her, despite or because of the death glare, it's hard to say. It definitely helps that she has this cool vibe that oozes off her even more than it oozes off of other seniors. Like she's very wise, very determined and just slightly untouchable. Steph's sure Barbara's read Gender trouble and probably even something by bell hooks, she can tell just by looking at her.

This is a dialogue excerpt from one of Steph and Babs' library study sessions:

"Le Tigre?"

"Yeah what's wrong with Le Tigre?"

"Well first of all, I cannot believe you'd prefer Le Tigre to, like, TLC or the fucking Bangles, the Bangles were terrific."

"Le Tigre're the hill I'll die on"

There is a point later on in which Steph rambles on about supporting "the invisible sisterhood of female drummers".

And Dinah basically immediately demands they change their name, cause Dinah's like that.

"We're gonna have to something about that name now."

It's definitely Dinah, though, that comes up with the new and improved band name. Babs is reluctant at first, but she never admits to that later on, when it turns out that everyone likes Birds of Prey. Babs likes it too, likes how it doesn't quite roll off the tongue easily, how all the consonants feel harsh and not mellowed down by all the vowel sounds, so she's a music geek and a math geek and a linguistics geek, so what.

ALSO, the luci/cass/laura thing. oh if only i could decipher this triangle thing between them, i might be able to even finish this fic.

I might have shared this part with you before, but I'm still in love with Luci's line here:

They're lying down later, on the ugly yellow carpet, Luci digging through the drawers to find her cigarettes, her white button down still buttoned up, the last remaining article of clothing on her and yet in a pristine state, somehow, and traces of Laura's purple lipstick on her neck, but not on the collar of her shirt, don't you fucking dare, Laura, goddess of lies, not chaos - if you wanna ruin shit, go fuck Sakhmet.

Also, Luci's chaotic, no matter what she says.

"Laura's sleeping" Luci says. She gives Cass a good once-over, slow and indulgent, because sleeping with Laura more than once a week does not preclude her from having eyes, and for some reason it's important that Cass knows this. And anyway, she's worried she might be getting rusty. Seducing someone like Cass, well, a rusty goddess couldn't do that.

#dcu fanfic #dcu #batfamily #birds of prey #fan fic

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that's what i get for always spending time with him i guess lmao and yes ofc you're v v welcome to invade my inbox anytime you so wish <3

the two hu taos running around is sure to turn anyone's hair grey lol i can't for the life of me imagine the shenanigans you're both up to when put together /j

ah the social status gap ;;;; THAT'S 3 TROPES IN ONE HLDJSFLKSJDL OH MY LORD i can already taste the bitter angst at the tip of my tongue....

I THINK SO lol black + blue palette on ayato... and with all the signature fatui accessories... gosh. i really can't. any artists seeing this, if you ever want to draw it please tag me 🙏🏻 yeah no the moment he starts liking your presence you're locked in for life sis i am so sorry- /j

that's so fast sldkjfsldf i'm still on part 2 atm and i probably won't continue anytime soon cause of vacation plans sobsob

the rng gods blessed you with that one lollll nahh i am hopeless at building characters i tell you. i have no idea what i'm doing 80% of the time 🤣 i'm just here for the lore and music/voice and zhongli ✨

literally us:

"a child holding a bomb is two terrible signs manifested into one." i am dead, deceased, wheezing, tearing up with laughter-

oh al haitham is coming home whether he wants it or not 😈 i think i might skip 3.1 banners entirely in favor of saving up... the remelting tablet has got me hooked on ayato's playstyle so i'm eyeing for when he reruns too. probably not gonna be soon but still... also i want scara when he comes out solely bc his jp va lmao (and on that note, maybe childe hmmm)

definitely, more chars >>>>>>> constellations!!! yeah that's actually a good thinking hahah being on guaranteed is fun but also stressful sometimes.... my brother is at 60 pity rn and he actually wanted dori but he doesn't dare to pull bc he doesn't like ganyu or kokomi's playstyle lol rip

oooo strawberry and passionfruit tea, those sounds gooooood <3

i imagine zhongli very much approves of our tea addiction lol

atp, you should put copying zhongli's speech to a tee as your hidden talent 😭 i guess, this is what happens when you write for him sm, huh?? + all that listening to his voicelines, uh-huhhh 👀 i cannot blame you for that will also be me when i get ayato 🚶 (the day i start using, "ah, yes. naturally." like him is the day you'd know i've gone off of the deep end /j)

i may make your hair grey, but you will love me either way, right??? *innocently bats eyelashes* (/lh) hu tao and lia in one room would fr be the most effective aging process because i'd honestly laugh at her jokes and then add on to them 😭 also, i vividly recall that one time when zhongli did his osmanthus wine idle and i just absentmindedly responded, "i think your friends are six feet under tho". THE SILENCE AFTERWARDS WAS SO LOUD. idk how i can be both chaotic and chill at the same time (is this where my venti side comes out /j)

a love triangle with ayato and thoma is such a concept 🙏 but with a more realistic twist to it and with that, comes the harsh realization that reality brings. after all, a fairytale-like love is pleasant to indulge in; an escape, an almost surreal-like lantern of hope but you can't keep your head buried in books forever, can you? reality where capitalism reigns (/j) will always call, whether you wish to turn a blind eye to it or not. MMM, REALITY, THE ENEMY OF DAYDREAMERS *hiss* 🤺 (/lh)

fatui!ayato, what an enigma (don't lock me up, please. at least, let rin jie visit me because she'll help bail me out /j) 👀 yeahhh, you can't escape him if he's locked onto you <//3 which makes me think about how he'd be as your ex... i feel like ayato would be that smiling yet salty on the inside + passive aggressive ex. LOLLL he would 100% sneakily trip your new partner in public and extend an oh-so gracious and concerned helping hand to them (wowww, talk about sneaky).

rin jie, the only thing keeping me going with the quests is the aranara's <//3 i just divided the quests neatly, so i followed the process of completing at least one or two quests per day — THIS WAS EXACTLY HOW I DID MY STUDYING AND I GOT WAR FLASHBACKS FROM MY LAST EXAMS 😭 i love it when i apply my studying technique to long genshin quests, hehehe 🥸🏃 (/s)

who cares about meta because even at ar 50+, we're just cruising thru 🏂 does your brother beg to differ with his op builds??? we shall abandon him. (/j) i still remember when you told me he started building diluc after the new skin was released LOLLL and speaking of !! have you read up on enkanomiya's lore yet??? because remember my boy, caelin?? i think i might post his profile soon 👀 but absolutely dw if you haven't, the lore related to enkanomiya is only in the trivia section at the very end~

YEAHHHH, the way we are saving for both al-haitham and ayato 🤝 no because i was so happy when i saw ayato in the fayz trials + remelting tablet event 😭 the way he does his normal attacks, hello??? it was enjoyable being an ayato main even for a few minutes, i'm getting a taste of my future <//3 but let's wish scara and al-haitham won't be on the same banner because that shall be your true test + you're softening up to childe, it aeems??? 👀

#your brother isn't gonna take a chance for dori huh HELDPOWK i hope he'll get her again in the future! >:)#and tell zhongli i said ty for approving my fondness of tea and sorry for giving him grey hair (/lh)#i hope you're having a nice day! auper ultra mega life-squeezing hugs for rin jie 🫂 (don't suffocate /j)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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ULTRAMagic Interlude Chapter 10

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“Um, seeking out Rose and Thora like I said I would?”

This took Deimos a second to process. “Oh, oh yeah. So how’s it going so far?”

Rose audibly cleared her throat. “Quite well I’d imagine…”

This caused Deimos to finally get his bearings. “Oh! Okay then. Well, congratulations, Blood.”

“Thanks, uncle… so what is all of this?”

Since so many people had made it to his domain, Deimos was more than happy to elaborate. Prior to becoming The Lich of Old, Deimos had discovered another layer of The Unlight, past The Deep Unlight. When the treacherous landscape he had been exploring gave way to a surreal space beyond his imagination, he knew he had stumbled on something great. The Magician’s Labyrinth was built as a research station and an archive. It sat on the border of this new realm that he dubbed “The Trench Unlight.”

Deimos often compared The Unlight to an ocean. The deeper one went, the more bizarre and dangerous things became. While the normal Unlight was risky in its own right, it was still easy to explore. The Deep Unlight was a bit more perilous. The landscape was unconventional and prone to changing without a moment’s notice. Thankfully with the appropriate knowledge, one could still venture into it. The Trench Unlight was on a whole other level, however.

This layer was like islands in an infinitely expanding sea. These “islands” were tangible realms, but the space inbetween required technology and/or magic to traverse. It could not be walked through like the standard Unlight could. And even if one could, there were all sorts of dangers lurking in that void. Deimos had realized that he needed a crew of brave mages to map out as much as they could. This led to the creation of the ship known as The Unmariner. Sadly just as the vessel set out, Deimos had lost his mind in a bout of paranoia.

“As if I didn’t already have the guilt of my past actions weighing down on me, I left Captain Dusan and his crew completely in the dark.”

“Deimos, don’t beat yourself up over this. We all make mistakes. Hell, some of our mistakes led us to discovering parts of the trench we had no idea even existed in the first place” Captain Dusan reassured.

“I must firmly agree with the captain,” Rose added. “We are not perfect, nor will we ever be perfect. Our only recourse is to respond to the consequences appropriately.”

Valentina was looking through some of the tomes documenting research and discoveries. “Interesting. I figured there was something more complex to this place. Mind if I ask what these notes are in regards to an Abyssal Unlight?”

“That’s what we’ve been waiting on Deimos for,” Captain Dusan replied. “Deimos, we found the border of the Trench. It’s unfathomably deep, but we’re not sure if we should go further or return to the labyrinth and prepare.”

“By the gods… hmm, ah… no, no. Dusan, return to the labyrinth, stat.”

“Roger that, we’re on our way. Good call too, because some of our crew had kids while we waited, haha. It’s probably best that they don’t grow up isolated in the abyss with us. We’ll keep you posted and transmit our signal until we get back. Dusan, over and out.” The communication ceased, with a beeping icon appearing on the computer screen.

“Well then, I’d dare say I’m going to need to restructure the crew then…”

“Gee, you think?” Brenna cut it. “Aye yai yai… you know? If you’re looking for some able bodied men, some of our people would be itching to go on an expedition like that.”

“Really?”

Rose liked the sound of this. “Certainly. The Descendants are dedicated to their tasks. This would also be a great honor, to embark on such a momentous adventure.”

Deimos thought about it. “Maybe I should get more people involved… I’ll have to think about it some more though.”

Thora looked incredibly antsy. “As much as I would love to keep discussing this, how do we get out of here?”

“Ah, right! I imagine you want to get back to your family pronto. These keys will allow you to operate the labyrinth to suit your needs. I trust you all will use them appropriately?” Deimos presented the group with a set of keys that took the form of large, hand-sized crystals. They were each given to Blood-Wraith, Valentina, Rose, and Thora. “And don’t worry, Mrs. Willfort: your son fought valiantly alongside Blood against my other half.”

Normally she would have been more cordial, but Thora was in desperate need to get home. Rose also felt a need to return upon Blood-Wraith telling her more about the things that had happened in her absence. Deimos was invited to return with them to the Iron City, but he wanted to stay in the labyrinth and wait for The Unmariner. Upon exiting the great structure, the group saw a planet in the sky with clouds in the shape of an eye. It was Darkness, so Blood-Wraith waved to him. He winked back at them, which weirded out everyone else.

Over at her truck, Brenna realized there was a bit of a problem. “Okay… slight snafu everyone: I only got so much room. I can drive slowly if anyone wants to try the flatbed…”

“That’s not a problem, dear. I can fly back. I need to stretch my wings anyways” Valentina said as she expanded her shadowy appendages.

“And I got Golden Dragon, so…”

“You have a dragon, Blood?” Rose asked, confused.

Blood-Wraith could have explained, but he felt like showing off and transformed. “And I have six other forms I can make use of!”

“My goodness, how majestic…”

Thora was stunned. “Holy moly, did my boy teach you that?”

“Yes and no…” Blood-Wraith lamented. “He guided me on my alternate forms, but the glory of this form was bequeathed to me by Leif…”

He went quiet, with everyone sensing that he still felt bad over Leif. “Well I’m sure he’s very proud of you, Blood,” Rose stated. “It would be an honor if you would permit me to ride atop your back.”

“Sure, mom. Hop on and we’ll get going.”

Auda helped Thora into the truck, much to her chagrin. She may have been old, but she was not that old. This made Brenna chuckle. It felt strange to have the duchess on Blood-Wraith’s back. Rose on the other hand had found it thrilling. She was amazed that such a capable mage had joined her family. Plus she wanted to speak with him one on one.

“Was it frightening to take on the Lich, Blood?”

“Yeah… it was not something I expected, looking back on it.”

“You’re a very brave young man, you know that right? The Lich of Old eluded The Descendants for the longest time. And I can certainly emphasize with you as I faced a great challenge of my own during my childhood. Taming the Scarlet Flame was no easy task.” Rose felt the flame grow excited. “Ha, you may even get to see it in action…”

Blood-Wraith could tell something was not right. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

“I can sense that something is going on back in the city.”

“You don’t think it’s Dunja, do you?”

“I wouldn’t rule it out, especially if everyone has returned home.”

The tension was mounting and Blood-Wraith could feel it. “Hold on tight!” He readied himself and accelerated with a mighty wing flap.

Valentina followed suit, confusing Brenna to no end. Did they want to race? Or did they sense something dire? Her heart shot into her throat as she realized that it was most likely the latter. This was validated when Thora told her to punch it. She could sense something was off too. It was a race against the clock to The Iron City and none of them could afford to be late.

Englehart was locked in battle with Dunja. The mighty king’s axes clashed with the former queen’s whip sword in the city square. Dunja herself was a mighty and muscular woman as tall as Englehart. She had hair that matched the color of lilacs and wore fearsome, yet feminine armor. The two had clashed many times in the past for supremacy, but now it was for honor. Englehart knew the only way to end this conflict was to slay his former queen in battle… or at least, that’s what tradition kept telling him. This was likewise for Dunja.

After a particularly fierce series of strikes, the two backed off to catch their breath. “Still as sharp as ever, I see,” Englehart remarked. His citizens were on edge as they watched.

“That heathen Milosh may have taken my dignity, but he didn’t take my skill.”

The king spat on the ground. “I see you had a falling out with the Prochs…”

Dunja’s helm was broken, leaving her face exposed. She winced as if embarrassed and collapsed her sword back into its blade form. This was not what the citizens were expecting. “Having my… HIS plans fail beyond what I could have possibly perceived was a sobering experience… Engle, Valerie was right: Milosh is a slimy, cowardly bastard. I don’t even want to know what filthy hole that outsider crawled out from. I don’t want to do this anymore! I know there’s our fated duel on the horizon, but I recant! EVERYTHING. Do we have to keep fighting like this? I just want things to go back to the way they were…”

This made Englehart’s blood run cold as the onlookers went deathly silent. It was not what they were expecting, but he was not completely surprised. To him, it meant that the Dunja he had fallen in love with so long ago was still there. A tear ran down his cheek. “Dunja… I accept your repentance, but you have to understand that…”

The conversation was interrupted by a screaming, scarlet fireball flying right at them. “SCARLET COMET IMPACT!” Everyone ran for cover as Rose came crashing into the battle.

Dunja was sent flying back. “Argh! What was that!?”

“Oh, you know…” Rose pointed her sword in the air. “SCARLET STORM!” Fire shot into the air, taking out a swarm of flying shadow constructs that had accompanied Dunja. Valentina assisted by creating a bright, star-like object in her hand that exploded into a shower of meteors, taking out the rest of the constructs.

Englehart was caught off guard by all of this, especially when Blood-Wraith stood over him in his dragon form. He let out a bellowing roar at Dunja that made her cower back. It was made clear that he was not going to let her harm the king. Realizing she was way in over her head, Dunja fled and promised to return (albeit with remorse in her voice). There was no way she could take on Englehart, a dragon, a dark angel, and Duchess Rose at the same time. Of course she could have surrendered, but the pride she had left told her to retreat for the time being.

“ROSE!” Radovan exclaimed as he ran over and hugged her tightly. The crowd cheered in celebration of the Duchess’ return. He then turned to Blood-Wraith (who had returned back to normal) and gave him a hug too. “Blood, my boy! You did it! I can’t thank you enough!”

“MOM!” Dragoslava called out as she also ran to Rose.

Kresimira joined in. “MAMA!” She also called out as they both hugged her.

“Girls! Oh my goodness, it’s been too long!” After getting their hugs out, Rose turned to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to apologize for my absence. I had lost track of time and neglected my duties. It was not for naught, however. Thora Willfort and I found the research of Deimos, The Mage of Old. He has discovered an Unlight beyond the Deep Unlight: The Trench Unlight!” She further elaborated what she and Thora had learned. The fact that Deimos was looking for volunteers for the next leg of his research was also brought up. This piqued everyone’s interests, causing excited muttering amongst the crowd of people.

Sometime later, Blood-Wraith was sitting outside his home, waiting for his family to finish their business at The Singing Storm Tower. “That was something else,” He remarked.

Vexation had the biggest smile on his face. “Jeez, Blood. I was ready to give you a month and you go and find Rose within a week...”

“Well done, Blood!” Aureolus complimented as he patted him on the back.

Blood-Wraith chuckled. “It’s no big deal. Now not to sound needy, Vex, but are you still going to teach me your magic?”

“Absolutely, Blood. You still have some maturation to do, but you’ve proven that you got the discipline and determination I’m looking for. Let’s just wait until things calm down a bit first, though.”

Blood-Wraith nodded. “Agreed, especially since Dunja is lurking about…”

Next: Chapter 11

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sour grapes. you and only you

“are you ready to go?”

after sending a few messages to your friends (and your complicated ex-boyfriend, dan heng) your thoughts were interrupted by the deep and monotonous voice of a navy-blue haired man standing in front of you. looking up at him, he only gave you a subtle smile that you were able to catch.

“yeah, i’m ready.”

smiling back at him, you hurriedly packed your things into your bag and you stood up from your chair, feeling a whirling mist of excitement and anticipation dancing in the air.

blade walked beside you before he pointed his head in the direction of the library door. as he was making his way towards the exit, he faintly brushed his cold finger against your warm hand. it was only a minuscule and unnoticeable action but yet, even that felt as if a small fire was ignited in your chest.

trying to process that act, you stood still for barely a few seconds despite how it seemed like time had stopped, causing blade to stop in his tracks just right in front of the door. he turned around to gaze at you with that same muted smile before you managed to compose yourself and quickly jogged towards him

“[name], you’re here!”

a loud and high-pitched voice started running in your direction; as swift as the wind, an energetic pink-haired girl tightly hugged you while she rested her head on your shoulder.

“march!”

as you happily exclaimed, bronya and seele soon followed and the four of you were finally reunited again (apart from the complicated ex-boyfriend, dan heng) in a tight tangled hug like this was the first time you all have seen each other in years.

during this wholesome moment, you could not help but notice a certain pair of warm-ruby eyes softly gazing at you. turning your head towards the direction of cupid’s presence, your eyebrows slightly raised at the look blade was giving you.

his eyes that were shadowed with tender and fondness, it almost reminded you of dan heng. it was clear and light as the moon that blade enjoyed seeing you like this: the way your eyes were softly crinkled upwards, your melodic laugh and the way your eyes lit up with stars. his lips were ever so curved in such a subtle way as if you were the only one who could tug at the strings connected to his heart.

however, that thought comparison was interrupted when march noticed the staring coming from blade’s side. though, she seemed too oblivious to realise what was really happening with blade’s mind.

“oh, blade right? ehe.. we won’t keep [name] for too long!”

“take as much time as you need.”

he replied rather stoically and you couldn’t help but to hold your laughter at march’s wobbly attempt at a smile towards blade; he also seemingly noticed march’s nervousness but he was not too phased by it since he was already used to looks similar to march’s from others around him.

“[name], the venue is getting full.”

and blade was right: the venue began to bustle with people, the loud and anticipated cheers from the people were ringing in your ears who were all looking forward to witness ‘the mechanical fever’ live. you could not blame them, mechanical fever has truly made a name for itself.

“you’re right..” you muttered, looking at blade who was now focusing intensely at the people coming inside the venue and filling up the empty space on the ground floor. “blade, let’s find a spot on the upper levels. i know you’re not a big fan of crowds.”

it was now blade’s turn to look at you with a somewhat surprised expression. to others, his face rarely changes from his usual intimidating one but to you, the changes in his facial expression were quite obvious.

“are you sure?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

for some reason, there was a sudden bravery that took over your actions at that very moment. after giving blade a slight nod, you walked past him not before you repeated his previous actions from the library in which you softly brushed your hand over his which still felt cold to the touch.

this feeling felt foreign yet surreal to blade. being caught off guard, he turned behind him and you were already walking towards the stairs of the venue. all he did was just stand there, and stare. blade simply stared at your disappearing figure, as if his feet were stuck to the ground by some invisible love contraption set up by cupid.

many thoughts were webbed in his mind and were only expanding from since he was first reunited with you. blade still managed to keep a cold and composed look (to the point where march and the others were wondering why he was just standing there) but, that also did not matter to blade right now.

it was you who lived in his mind, it was you who his thoughts were full of and it was you who mattered to him in this point of time.

even after all those years, it seems that blade could never get over you. there was not a definitive status as to what your relationship with blade was during your senior year of high school but, that didn’t stop him from falling in the first place.

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╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

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Jinkx Monsoon Slays Broadway Debut "So we're all just here to see Jinkx, right?" says Rickie, the festively dressed twenty-something young woman sitting next to me in Row F at the Ambassador Theatre for the Broadway revival of Chicago currently featuring Drag Race Queen of Queens Jinkx Monsoon as Matron Mama Morton. Rickie has flown in from Lubbock, Texas especially to see Jinx, as has the middle-aged woman from Dallas seated in front of me.Since Jinx took over the role, it's been standing-room only at the Ambassador. Tonight, five queens from the current season of RuPaul's Drag Race, which airs its 200th episode tonight, are also in the crowd: Marcia, Marcia, Marcia; Jax; Robin Fierce; Amethyst and Luxx Noir London, all decked out in glamour drag, have shown up to cheer on their sister.Marcia has performed on Broadway in Kinky Boots and she tells me her dream role would be in Wicked. Elphaba or Glinda? "Oh please," she laughs, "always Glinda!" Jersey native Luxx Noir London came to Broadway shows on school field trips. "My first show was Pippin, the revival with Patina Miller," she says. "That was the most iconic moment of my life ever." Now, that's what I call a Broadway queen. Jax started off with Disney musicals, Mary Poppins and Tarzan, but her favorite theater moment was seeing Billy Elliott with her father. "I think that was his way of telling me he knew I was gay," she says.Amethyst loves Rent. "I think I’d be really good at it in drag," she says. The Robin Fierce is super inspired by Kinky Boots. "That inspired my drag and that's why I sing in drag," she tells me.The energy in the house is electric, like the opening night of a monster hit, only this production has been running since 1996. When Jinkx first comes onstage, the roof nearly blows off the theater. The Jinkx fans' love also spills over onto the entire cast. The audience loves every minute of the show and is particularly enraptured anytime Jinkx is onstage. R. Lowe, who has played Mary Sunshine in the show for 18 years, says, "It's a resurgence of the show. It’s been so energizing for all of us. It's one of the most amazing things I’ve ever gotten to experience on stage."After the show, mobs of adoring fans wait for Jinkx at the stage door. Each night Jinkx stays until every fan gets an autograph or photo.PAPER caught up with Jinkx by phone on her way to the theatre to hear about her groundbreaking run and how she can handle eight grueling shows a week.Congratulations. What a sensation you've caused! How does it feel?It feels really surreal. But at the same time, it feels like this is what comes from lots of dedication and hard work and tenacity. But yeah, it's very surreal. I started my career as a dive bar drag queen. Now I'm on Broadway. It's taken its time for society to progress and art to evolve and all of that stuff, but it's a wonderful feeling.Do you remember the first Broadway show you saw?The first show I ever saw was the touring production of Rent. I must have been nine years old, and most of it went over my head. I didn't really fully understand the story, but I understood that it was people acting and singing and dancing on stage all at once, and I wanted to do that.How is Broadway easier than being a dive bar drag queen and how is it harder?Let me start with what's easier. What's easier is you've got a whole team of people supporting you and supporting the show. That's something that can't be overlooked when drag is very much a DIY art form. While it involves a community, while it involves your drag family or your coven or however you want to refer to it, a lot of the work falls on the shoulders of the artist and those closest to the artist. When you're working on Broadway, there's a job for everything and everyone has a job. Normally getting into drag takes me about three hours with me and an assistant. On Broadway, it takes me about an hour and a half because there's someone there to help me with the wig, there's someone there to help me with the costume, and all I have to do is slap my makeup on.You did such an amazing job on Little Edie and Judy Garland on [Drag Race's] Snatch Game. Was there some movie star or some singer that inspired you when you were growing up?I think I learned everything I need to know about comedy from Lucille Ball. Then there were female stand-ups that influenced my comic sensibility and philosophy over time, and that includes Margaret Cho, Sarah Silverman, Maria Bamford, Devon Green, Madeline Kahn. And I would add Meryl Streep to the setlist. Meryl Streep, though she's known more as a dramatic actor, her comedic sensibility is every bit as honed and skilled as any other one of her talents.I saw you on CBS News Sunday Morning, that's a big deal, congratulations. I think you were talking about the audition process. Did you do any spells or resort to any witchcraft to help get the role?Not to get the role of Mama, there wasn’t a specific spell being cast for that. But I have had a couple of ongoing spells to help with my anxiety and my depression, and then one that's just kind of manifesting success. Well, it started as a spell and then it transitioned to a charm. A charmed artifact that I carry with me at all times.Well, they're doing a good job because you're doing fabulously and having huge success. I love seeing on your social media the different friends who come visit you backstage. Have you had any surprise celebrity guests or favorite visitors back there? Yeah. Jesse Eisenberg was a complete surprise to me one night. Very, very sweet. And very complimentary. He brought his family and the whole family was sweet and lovely. Most people I've known were there. But occasionally people post that they're in the audience and I don't know that they're there. So, Sam Smith was a big surprise. Joe Locke, Ben Platt, they all discreetly posted they were in the audience, and I never would have known if it weren't for Instagram, but fabulous. It's just been really fun getting to perform for such a wide array of different theater lovers.Absolutely. I know that a lot of people are coming because they're your fans. Do you get a sense of how many people are Drag Race fans or just Broadway fanatics? I don't know how to get a sense of where the overlap is between Broadway fans and Jinkx Monsoon fans. But what I do know is the audiences have been, I think, a little bit more celebratory, and perhaps raucous than my castmates are used to. But they're loving it. My cast mates love how vocal and joyous and enthusiastic the audiences have been. We're all getting laughs where we want to get laughs, we're all getting claps where we want to get clapping. It's been a very generous experience across the board. Every cast member has been so generous, and I think it's because the audience has been generous. The audience being generous, the cast wants to be more generous and then it goes round and round. It's like that line that Roxie has in the show where she says, "The audience loves me and I love the audience, and the audience loves me for loving them, and I love them for loving me, and we all just love each other and that's because none of us got enough love in our childhood."And that’s showbiz, kids! I've seen the show honestly like 15 times with different replacement casts so I will let you guys know afterward. I'm sure that this crowd is particularly excited and delirious and appreciative. But now since this is a story about women in prison I have to ask, have you ever been arrested?No, I've never had any run-ins with the law whatsoever. I mean, that were my fault.If you were on death row and had to choose your last meal what would it be?I know it would include french fries. French fries are my favorite food.And maybe baked Alaska because it's difficult and would take longer to make.Do you have any dream roles on Broadway now that you are the toast of Broadway? Do you have any other roles in sight like Mama Rose or anyone that you'd love to play?I think I need to age into Mama Rose a little bit. I'd love The Witch in Into The Woods. I think my dream role of all time is Mrs. Lovett in Sweeney Todd.Brilliant.I always loved the show The Drowsy Chaperone, which is written with a lot of the same sensibility that I share and have always been attracted to in my work. So the Chaperone is a dream role as well.I always say it's amazing what Drag Race has done; some people give me a hard time. But I say that RuPaul is kind of like a Gloria Steinem for the LGBTQ world. Because of her, my mother knows who famous drag queens are and so do people all across the nation and the world. So what do you think about the Drag Race phenomenon? It seems like so many of you wonderful queens, Bob, Eureka, Trixie, have infiltrated places in show business that drag queens from 20 years ago would be shocked and delighted to see happen.Yeah. It's funny, because the phenomenon of drag race has led to lots of different outlets of entertainment and show business. Lots of TV shows do a drag episode or a drag cameo character. I think the ones that have been successful have been the ones that actually include famous drag queens that have already proven that they're very good at what they do. And I think the ones that have been less successful are when they have had cis, white pretty boys to play drag queens. That's not something you can learn in a day. They think it's the makeup and the costume that makes the drag queen, but it's not, it's the lived experience. It's committing your life to this. It's the authenticity that draws in the audience. Drag Race is showing the world look at all these drag queens with all these talents. And if people want to be a part of that, they need to include actual drag queens and stop trying to synthesize it or replicate it in an inauthentic or disingenuous way. So what's really exciting to me about being in Chicago is that I proved to the world through Drag Race that what I want to do is musical theater comedy performance. And then I was cast in a role that allows me to do that. And that's what I think is going to keep progressing the culture of drag, giving drag queens opportunities to do the things they've shown you they're good at.I hear you.I've just seen so many times when a show writes a good role, like a good drag queen role. Then they cast some heartthrob, pretty boy who has no experience being a drag queen. Then they think it's going to capture the same kind of magic, but that's asinine.Was it always Mama Morton that they had in mind for you, or did they ever think of having you do Mary Sunshine (a character who is presented as female but later revealed to be a man in drag)? I know that's the traditional drag role.When my agency reached out to me, they sent me the materials for Mama Morton and Mary Sunshine. And you're right, the Mary Sunshine role is the traditional drag role in the show. But I have always had a sincere interest in playing cis female roles to show that it doesn't matter what gender I am perceived as. I know what gender I play best on stage. I really wanted them to consider me heavily for Mama Morton first and foremost. So I told them I was only going to be auditioning for Mama Morton. But had they asked me to audition for Velma or Roxy that would have been a different story.It's great that you did that because it's thinking outside of the box. And I can't wait to see you do "Class" because that's one of my favorite numbers from any show. It's such a magical number, and it's so showbizzy. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow when you guys do your photos, and I'm so excited to see the show. I know it's going to be sensational.Yeah, I've been having the time of my life.Photos courtesy of Jinkx Monsoon https://www.papermag.com/jinkx-monsoon-chicago-broadway-2659464797.html

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