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#listen my ranking changes on the daily

kmesons · 3 months

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my incredibly controversial (?) hatchetfield songs tierlist (made using this template)

#this was just for fun #my ranking changes on a daily basis #i like all the songs but listen to some more than others #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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catboyieejeno · 3 months

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gameboy :: p.js — one

genre: gamer! jisung x gamer! reader, college au cw: female reader, fwb to lovers, explicit smut, pervy jisung, male masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, inexperienced jisung, cum play/breeding kink, pet names, slight humiliation kink, size kink, creampie, probably more wc: 18.257k

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The red letters that flash across your screen read ‘Defeat’, illuminating your dimly lit room with a shy, red hue. The instant the word appears on your monitor, a voice blasts through your headset, erupting in emphatic complaints and protests. You can hear the clatter of a keyboard and mouse being shoved around on the other end of the receiver, and it takes everything in you to stifle your laugh.

“We definitely could’ve won that!” the boy scoffs, “I swear, sometimes it feels like you and I are the only people with any fucking game sense.”

“Wow, thanks for the validation,” you joke, instinctively queuing up for another match. Your eyes trail up to the little icon in the corner of the screen that glows green every time he speaks.

“You know what I mean,” he grumbles, and you imagine he must not look all that different from the little crying cat picture he set as his discord icon. The thought makes you snort, but he ignores you, stating, “I think this is my last game,”

You nod even though you know he can’t see you, “same, I have class tomorrow,”

“First day of the semester for you, too?”

You nod again. “Unfortunately. My days of gaming until four and sleeping until noon have come to an end.”

He laughs, leaning forward in his chair as he realizes something, “You know, I never asked what you’re studying,”

“Oh,” you blink, “Well, the first class I have tomorrow is just a random credit I needed, but I’m actually majoring in-”

It takes less than a few seconds for your words to drown out into a muffled buzz, and the only thing Jisung can focus on now is the silky, smooth sound of your voice.

He would never admit it, at least not out loud, but your voice makes his heart beat just a little faster. The way each and every word rolls off your tongue makes his breath hitch, imagination running wild at the thought of what your lips look like when they mold to form each syllable and sound.

Every night like clockwork, Jisung finds himself rocking side to side in his desk chair, eyes hanging low and round lips curved up into a smile as he listens to you speak.

It’s so easy to talk to him, too. By now, you’ve lost count of how many nights the two of you rambled off in voice chats, watching shows or playing video games or simply oversharing the details of your lives. It’s only been a few months since you met in a game chat, on that night where he practically harassed you for your discord after you carried him up a rank in-game. You’re secretly grateful he did, though you wouldn’t let him know that; the two of you effortlessly became part of each other’s daily routine, and now, calls with you are his favorite way to end the night. Tonight is no exception.

Jisung begins to mindlessly swing in his chair as usual. He’s humming passively between your small pauses to encourage you to keep going as his hands automatically start caressing his torso. It’s a somewhat innocent gesture, or at least it starts out that way: his palms sliding across the ridges of his abdomen as he listens to your voice. It’s better than music to his ears, and it urges his long fingers to dance closer and closer to his waistband.

“–and I thought about changing it, but I think with an degree in Lit, I could probably get a career in–”

Lost in your voice, Jisung slips his hands into his shorts, holding his balls as he fully zones out of the conversation. He knows you’re saying words and forming actual sentences, but his social awareness has dwindled completely and he absolutely can’t seem to get past how sweet you sound, and how much sweeter you would sound under… different circumstances. He moves up to hold his dick gently and furrows his brows. Almost accidentally, his thumb brushes along the underside of his tip, teeth clamping the inside of his cheek and gnawing on it to ground himself. Just as eager as its owner, Jisung’s dick jolts in his palm, progressively swelling up until it’s flushing bright pink.

“You’re into English?” He manages to stop daydreaming and hone into the conversation for a fleeting moment, just long enough to ask you that simple question and keep your attention off of his rapidly shifting breath.

He’s blatantly playing with himself now, ever so distractedly. It’s an autonomous act: the way the pad of his middle finger trails over his slit to collect a bit of the pre-cum that has begun to dribble out in pearly beads. He hisses, then quickly snaps his mouth shut in hopes that you hadn’t heard him.

“Yeah,” he can hear your smile in your words, “I think I always have been. I used to read all the time and—I swear, if you say I’m boring, I’ll personally come over and choke you–”

As he acknowledges reality for a quick moment, his pace falters. His brows pinch, and he feels confused as he realizes he can’t stop or even moderate his actions, despite the shame slowly beginning to wash over him. The more you talk, the harder he grows. His grip is getting tighter, his strokes needier… he must be losing his mind. With a gulp, he thinks to himself, what would you do if you could see him touching himself like this to you? Would you think it’s sick and twisted or would you offer to help him out? His head begins to throb as the room spins around him, but he really can’t seem to slow his motions. By now, he’s bucking his hips up and into his hand while the other covers his mouth, silencing the whines that threaten to leave his throat. He’s breathing heavily, praying to god you don’t somehow notice his perverted actions. Despite knowing that he isn’t thinking straight, Jisung can’t help the thoughts that continue to fog his mind, rampant and obscene.

Could you hear the squelching of his hand pumping his cock, covered in his pre-release? Or the way he’s practically panting, reduced to nothing at the mere sound of your voice? He’s not sure whether or not his mic would even pick that up, but even so, the corner of his lips curl into a lazy smile as his mind continues down his twisted rabbit hole.

In spite of not knowing what you look like, there’s no denying that he wants to give you all of him. He wants to feel himself buried deep inside your throat, your pretty voice vibrating around him as you choke on his length. He feels himself twitch in his palm and he subconsciously nods, picturing it's your walls around him instead of his own inadequate hand. Jisung huffs out once, fucking his fist wildly, picturing how much he’d like to feel himself bust inside of your warm, tight pus-

“Sung? Sung!”

“Huh? W-what?” As he yanks his hand from his shorts, the waistband snaps against his skin and he yelps out at the impact, “Sorry! I promise I was listening, it-its just, I got a little caught up with–” words are tumbling out of his mouth, before he can catch up to them.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Hurry, just pick your agent before the match gets–” but the timer runs out, and the lobby screen appears once more as you sigh, “–canceled...”

Jisung glances down at his hand, separating his fingers and watching how the sticky pre-cum leaves webbed strings between each of his parted digits. His stomach is also wet, and the tent in his pants is growing increasingly painful with each passing second.

“What were you fantasizing about, huh?” Oh, fuck. The teasing edge in your words makes his nerves tingle, and he throws his head back as you hum into your mic, “Hmm. Well, I guess it was more interesting than what I was saying. Can’t blame you though, the topic of school is boring me too, and the semester hasn’t even started yet. Also, that can’t count as your last game. I literally won’t allow it.”

You queue up for another game and Jisung sighs, watching the timer on the screen tick away. The picture changes, and the two of you are prompted to start a game. A few kleenex wipes collect the mess on his hand and torso, and he settles back in his chair after tossing them, deciding his neediness will have to wait for now.

Bidding you good night is harder than usual tonight, but he knows you need to get to sleep—you mentioned you had an early class and he had his own, so his selfish urge to keep you talking until he came in his hand would, unfortunately, need to take a raincheck.

After logging off of his computer, Jisung drops his head into his hands with a sigh.

What the fuck even was that?

A mix of shame and arousal take over him as his cheeks begin glowing a deep shade of red. He lets out a small scoff, shaking his head to himself as he gets up from his chair. His dick is still as hard as a rock, and he can’t help but feel flustered at the fact that he has, quite literally, blue-balled himself.

With a towel swung over his shoulder and a clean pair of sleeping shorts clutched in his fist, Jisung walks up to the dorm’s nearest communal bathroom. He turns on the faucet, freeing himself of his clothes. The moment his boxers come down past his thighs, his length slaps against the skin below his navel, making him hiss out as he steps into the shower. The cold water, running down against his heated body, seems to be doing the trick of clearing his mind, that is, until his hands find their way to his stomach, rubbing the soap over it.

It’s so hard to expel the thoughts of you when they’re so intrusive and tempting, and Jisung lets his mind drift off once more, imagining how it would feel to be touched by you, sucked by you. All the soft noises you would make are weirdly familiar; he can practically hear them. His head falls back, lips caught between his teeth as he twitches and gives himself an experimental stroke, shuddering as his thumb glides across the slit of his sensitive tip. He clenches his eyes shut tighter, letting out a shaky sigh and letting the water continue to trickle down his body. He doesn’t know what you look like, other than your hair color which you mentioned the other day. Despite that, he still tries desperately to piece an image of you together behind his eyelids, picturing what your lips are like. And just like that, thoughts of you flood him, and he shudders at the vision of you on your knees, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, begging to taste him and take all of him. He longs to feel you swallow around him—to grab either side of your face and thrust into your needy mouth until the tears slip from your eyes and your pussy is dripping from the need to be fucked.

Getting lost in the moment, he doesn’t even realize how loud he’s becoming and how fast his fist is working his dick. Jisung's highly anticipated release is only seconds away when a loud knock startles him, lunging him right back into his body.

“Yo, man! How long are you gonna take in there?” His friend and next door neighbor, Mark, shouts from the other side of the door, knocking again and ruining Jisung’s fantasy once and for all.

The boy takes a moment to clear his throat and swallow, not trusting his voice to not crack otherwise, “Uh.. Sorry. I’ll just be a minute.”

It takes everything in him to slow his hand to a stop and pry it off of his shaft, deciding that perhaps, he shouldn’t entertain his filthy thoughts any longer. He quickly finishes showering with another unnecessary interruption from Mark, then drags himself back to his room and gets into his bed, forcing his eyes shut in an attempt to sleep. The longer he lies there, however, the more restless he grows.

His dick feels sore to the touch and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. Every time he adjusts his shorts or moves his legs, his balls throb from how full they are. Knowing he has class to get to the following day, he tries to convince himself that maybe he needs a release to get to sleep. It’ll tire him out, and then finally, he’ll be able to get some rest…There’s at least a bit of logic to that theory, or that’s what he tells himself, anyway.

Against his better judgment that pleads with him to just shut his eyes and count sheep, Jisung huffs out and slips his hands into his shorts to begin touching himself for the nth time tonight. This whole time, he had been unknowingly edging himself and now he’s so, so undeniably and incredibly desperate to cum that it literally hurts.

His free hand brings his phone up and unlocks it, thumb swiping quickly in search of the discord app where your contact resides, the little green bubble next to it signifying that you’re still online. He hovers over the call button, taunting himself with the idea of making a call to you at this time. One little click, and he’d hear your voice again. Just one click and he-

sung ᨐฅ started a call. Today at 11:54 AM

Shit, shit, shit.

He rushes to hang up, but you’ve answered no more than a ring later.

“Hello?”

Jisung holds his rather unsteady breath, staring wide-eyed at his phone. His dick pulses in his palm that now rests still.

“Sung?”

As gently as possible, he lays the phone down on his puffed up chest, letting out his breath slowly so that you don’t hear him.

“I’m gonna assume you called me by accident… ” you sigh out in disappointment, growing quiet in uncertainty. For a second, Jisung is convinced you’re gonna hang up, but when you stay on the line, he peers down at the screen curiously.

Your icon lights up green and there’s some shuffling on your end, presumably from you getting comfortable in bed.

He hears you yawn and smiles fondly.

“I’m tired,” you mumble, “are you asleep? I was actually excited that you called. Maybe it’s my fucked up schedule… or, maybe I’m just dreading tomorrow, but I couldn’t sleep. I don’t know…”

You’re speaking slower and quieter than usual, but you’re speaking, completely oblivious of the fact that he’s thinking of the dirtiest things that involve you, getting off while you think he’s sound asleep.

“It’s always easier to sleep once we’ve talked so,” you pause, then sigh out jokingly, “I guess I'll just talk your unconscious ear off until I fall asleep…You don’t mind, right?”

God, no, he thinks.

Jisung silently celebrates your decision with a pump of his hand, shuffling a bit to get comfortable as you go on about genshin and cats and other things he can barely pay mind to. It takes no more than a few strokes, shallow ones where he caresses the angry head of his dick to the velvety sound of your slurred and drowsy mumbling, for him to bring himself to come so fucking hard.

His knees lock as his cock springs up in his clutched palm, spewing streams of white cum all over his stomach, chest, and thighs. The muscles on his abdomen ache from the way they contract, eyes and jaw shutting tightly as he challenges himself to remain quiet. The sheets aren’t spared from his thick load either, his nut dripping down the sides of his tummy to make dark, round puddles on his bed. His toes curl as he tries his hardest to not gasp out when the pleasure dissolves into sensitivity, digging his head back into the pillow with a hand clasped over his lips.

A few minutes later, the blurriness in his vision is relieved, along with the ringing in his ears. You’ve stopped talking; instead, the receiver picks up your short and shallow breaths, as if you’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open. Cute.

As he assesses the aftermath of his much needed release, he wishes he could snap a picture and send it to you, so that you’d wake up knowing this pathetic mess he made was all for you, because of you.

Alas, he can’t, and he hangs up once he’s completely sure you’re resting. With his eyelids feeling much heavier than before, he manages to toss his phone onto the nightstand before he, too, drifts off to sleep.

•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

The following morning, Jisung wakes up in a bit of a panic. The first thing that throws him for a loop is the fact that his alarm didn’t go off at all. He quickly realizes he forgot to set it amidst the activities of the night before. The second thing that strikes him is his own hand that rests on his stomach, stuck in some kind of damp, sticky liquid. In his half-conscious state, he lifts his fingers and his puffy eyes widen as he identifies the clear fluid that decorates his tummy as his drying release from the night before.

“Ugh…” He grimaces, sitting up in his bed. His phone, which is less than half full of battery since he forgot to plug it in, blinks back the numbers 8:38 at him. Jisung’s eyes widen as he remembers that his first class of the day, of the semester, is at 9.

“Fuck!” In a flash, his blanket is flung off of him and his legs are swinging over the edge of the bed. He moves to grab some tissues from his nightstand, making aggressively desperate attempts at wiping away his cum. When the Kleenex sticks to him instead, he digs around his drawers for a pack of wet wipes, snatching a pair of pants off of the floor at the same time and practically yanking them up his legs.

Despite almost falling over, he manages to get them on and clean off his torso… for the most part. A random sweatshirt is tugged on over his head and he runs his hand through his hair a few times to tidy it before passively telling his reflection, this will do.

Moments later, he’s rushing downstairs and outside of the dormitory with his unzipped backpack hung over his shoulder. He rushes to unlock his bike, cursing as he fumbles with the keys. Once he’s on, he starts pedaling to the Science building on the other side of campus, heavily dreading checking the time in fear it’ll read some absurd number and he’ll wind up being much later than he anticipates.

The breath that’s been caught in his throat all morning is only released when he steps through the door of the lecture room to see that the professor hasn’t walked in yet, and that the clock reads that he’s 6 minutes early.

Finally slowing his rushed pace, Jisung does a quick once over the room to scan the faces of his fellow students before taking his seat somewhere near the back. Thanking the heavens that his notebook and textbook didn’t go tumbling out of his bag in the midst of his previous hurry, he tugs them out, flipping them open and writing the date on the first page. His laptop, which is where he had planned to take notes on, sits in his dorm room where he left it on his desk. Everyone else has theirs out, but he’ll just have to bring his own next time.

There’s a distant click, and the door on the lowest level of the lecture hall opens. Through it walks a relatively tall and slender lady, heels echoing rhythmically as she strides over to set her dark bag down by the podium. Her hair is tied back high and tight, so much so, that all of her features look like they're blending into her hairline. She looks like she’s somewhere in her mid-to-late fifties, and from the instant she walked in, the entire class went silent.

She clearly has a presence that commands attention and undoubtedly, she fits the visual profile of a strict college professor quite well, especially when she picks up the chalk and scribbles her surname onto the green chalkboard beside the larger projector screen.

“I’m Professor Hwang. Welcome to AST1002, also known as Descriptive Astronomy. If you’re here, that means you took AST1001 with Mr. Kwon last year. He has since transferred to a different department.”

There’s no audible response, although some disappointment does flash across the faces of the students in the room, all of whom did have (and seemingly would miss) Mr. Kwon. Professor Hwang doesn’t seem to notice the lack of responses, and continues speaking as she pulls some papers out.

“Firstly, I’ll take attendance. Then, I’ll pass the syllabus around. I would like for you to note,” she pauses to place a pair of red glasses high on the bridge of her nose, “that attendance is mandatory for my class, and worth 20% of your grade. I’ll go over pop quizzes and weekly quizzes, as well as the initial class project, when each of you have a copy of the syllabus. That being said, I look forward to seeing you all here every class. Please call out when you hear your name.”

As she starts to take attendance, Jisung takes the time to sigh into his hands, both exhausted and dreading the fact that he’d have to spend three days out of the week rotting in a lecture hall to attend a class he expected to be fun, or at the very least a break from his much more difficult core classes. By the looks of it, that’s no longer the plan.

It’s easy to zone out quickly while his mind is still foggy, no doubt from the lack of sleep and the subsequent abrupt awakening that followed. He had just begun an attempt to read the syllabus when something made his ears perk.

Immediately, his head snaps up in pursuit of a soft and airy voice that just responded to Professor Hwang. It’s so quick and in passing that he almost thinks he might have imagined it in his delirious state, but the way the hair on his limbs stands on end is unmistakable. His eyes dart around the room, hitting his classmate’s heads like targets, but there’s absolutely no way to identify the individual who just spoke.

Could it be… No. No way.

Jisung is no stranger to daydreaming about you, but he isn’t completely delusional. He knows the chances of being not only in the same city, but the same university and class as you are absolutely slim to none, so he stops that train of thought dead in its tracks.

It does segway him into thinking of you, though. You’re obviously not here, so he wonders instead what class you are in at the moment. He tries to picture what you’re wearing on your first day of class, trusting you look more put together than him in his old hoodie that is slightly sticking to the dry cum on his stomach. Do you like your classmates? Your professor? He sincerely hopes you have a more tolerable one than he does.

“Park Jisung?”

With a slight cough, he spits out a weak “h-here.” and instantly grimaces, raising his shoulders autonomously as if he would get scolded for stammering so pathetically. The professor, to his relief, doesn’t even glance up from the roster. Then, he feels quite silly for even thinking he would get reproached for that to begin with. In his defense, she’s a rather intimidating woman, and his inner monologue is so loud and flooded with thoughts of you that he fears she may have heard it.

She finishes calling for attendance, resorting to striding up and down the aisles as she begins to dissect the syllabus. In an effort to pretend he’s paying attention, Jisung glances down at the size twelve font on the page, skimming over the words without really taking anything in. During one of the professor’s paces, a pen she had resting on her ear slips and falls towards the ground with a slight clatter, and it seems a student picked it up for her, because there’s a slight mumbling, followed by a sharp “thank you,” and a very, very recognizable,

“You’re welcome, Professor.”

His eyes widen at once. Alright, call him crazy, but now he thinks that it really might have been your voice. The familiar timbre, warm and delicate; a sound he’s heard for months on end and knows embarrassingly well… The thought of being in the same room as you out of sheer luck and coincidence makes his abdomen twist and his palms sweat so bad, he has to wipe them on his pants.

He hates that he can’t fully tell, in fact, he’s almost ashamed that he can’t; before today, Jisung would have sworn up and down that he knew your voice better than even his own, but you sound so far and so quiet that he can’t completely bet all of his marbles. Then, he quickly realizes calling it ‘your voice’ definitely makes him sound delusional, even in the safety of his own forgiving conscience. He decides to call it ‘the voice’ for now, at least until he’s a hundred-percent sure.

An irritatingly long hour and half later, the only sound that continues to ring around the lecture hall is Professor Hwang’s monotone one, reciting each and every itemized assignment and rule on the never-ending syllabus. There’s less than fifteen minutes until class is over, and she shows no signs of stopping her dissertation.

“As for the class project: In pairs of two, you will research a constellation extensively to create a presentation on its formation, who cataloged it, and the Greek myth that may accompany it. Please note that this is the first and last time we will talk about constellations in this class, since they are not cosmic phenomenons but instead, a mere roadmap to the objects and themes we will be focusing on. Consider this strictly as an opportunity to familiarize yourselves with another classmate and show me your interest and effort in the subject. That concludes our syllabus,” Thank God, Jisung thinks.

“Any questions?” She glances around at a hand that floats in the air, near the front of the room, “yes?”

“Will we be able to select our partners?”

“No. Partners will be assigned at the end of the week. Yes?” She calls on another hand.

“As for the constellations,” Wait, that’s it! That’s the voice—that’s your voice, he’s completely sure of it! “Will you assign those as well?”

Jisung elongates his neck to try and peek over the heads in his way. It is you, he’s positive now, but you’re turned away from him, and he can’t fully make out which ‘back of the head’ is your ‘back of the head.’ The echo in the hall makes it nearly impossible to pinpoint who just spoke which means he can’t pinpoint you. For some reason, he finds himself slightly panicking, desperate to finally see you in person.

He follows Professor Hwang's line of sight as she answers that she’ll assign the constellations on Friday too, and finally finds you, seated between a few other students. A few more questions are thrown around, but his eyes never leave you, anticipating the moment he catches a glimpse of your face.

Naturally, his first instinct is to approach you as soon as class is out, but when he sees you spin around to pick up your bag that hangs off your chair, he finds himself glued to his own flimsy seat. Feet stuck to the ground, legs not budging, and air hitched in his throat at the sight of you.

You’re so, so much prettier than he could have imagined with whatever unoriginal features he tried to piece together in his lacking mind, and that fact makes him both exhilarated and completely nauseous.

He’s barely been looking at you for a few seconds when he feels his insatiable cock growing fast in the confines of his pants, with no regard for its owner and the fact that he has to stand up within the next minute or so to exit the hall. Jisung curses under his breath, awkwardly rising to his feet when most of his classmates leave, his bag clutched tightly in front of his groin. He prays you don’t glance over, not even because he has a semi-hard on he’s failing to hide with dissimulation, but because he’s staring at you like some sort of freak and can’t seem to look away.

There’s nothing he wants more than to come up to you and say hi and confess he’s the person you’ve been gaming with for months. He’s pictured it countless times before, you’d think he’d have it down by now, but your beauty is intimidating, and he simply cannot and will not make a fool of himself in front of you by greeting you with a raging boner.

You walk out of the classroom and Jisung’s heart settles in his chest as he sits with his decision to stay anonymous for now.

•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

“She was obnoxious, you have no idea!”

“My teacher wasn’t much different,” he admits, a small, knowing smile toying at his lips, “she seemed like a real bitch,”

It’s later that same evening, and talking to you doesn’t really feel the same anymore. It’s much harder, because now, Jisung can vividly picture you, sitting in your chair with your hands on your keyboard and mouse. Every word you say, his imagination is right thereafter, picturing your pretty face clear as day in the forefront of his mind.

The moment he got home, he fucked his fist until he came in his hand. It took about five minutes, and then he pumped another one out in the shower, (a much needed shower, at that) where he finally washed away the remains of the night before.

After he had lunch with Mark and the other boys from his floor, they had invited him to play basketball. At the same time, however, he received a direct message from you, explaining you didn’t have any other classes for the day and asking if he could get on earlier.

It’s a little ridiculous, but now that he’s seen you, now that he knows you’re so much closer than he initially thought, he can’t wait to talk to you again. And so he quickly came up with an empty excuse related to his studies, took the berating from his friends like a champ, and rushed upstairs to log into his PC and open up your chat.

“Not only do we already have a project, but we don’t even get to pick our partners.”

I know! He thinks.

“Like,” you start, and he pictures the way your cheeks fill up with air as you let out a huff, “what if I get stuck with some weirdo?”

Instantly, Jisung stops palming himself, letting his hand climb back up to the mouse slowly.

He probably shouldn’t let that innocent statement affect him as much as it does, but he can’t help it. He has the advantage, right? Or, at least it seems that way.

When everything is laid out, he has the upperhand of knowing who you are—you haven’t seen him, yet… but what if you did see him, and he wasn’t at all what you were expecting? Or even worse, what if you got paired together for the project and you thought he was weird or the two of you didn’t get along? That option is far less likely, since there are well over fifty students in AST1002.

“I don’t know,” you start, “I’m considering switching out of the class-”

“No!” Wow. Good going, Jisung.

He catches his slip-up and quickly blurts out, “I-I mean, it might not be that bad! You should… at least give it a shot before you try to switch out, right?”

“I guess you’re right… The add and drop period at my school is until next Friday, so I'll try it out until then.”

Great! Perfect! Good save. The only problem now is: Jisung has a little over a week and a half to somehow convince you to stay in his class and at the same time, not completely butcher his introduction to you. Approaching you now seems practically impossible, but he needs you to stay in the class, even if it means he has to come up to you first. He can’t be bothered to care that his insistence is for his own selfish intentions, if it means getting to see you three times a week.

“But anyway,” he clears his throat, changing the topic as quickly as possible, “how did your other class go?”

“Much better than the first, the teacher let us out early once he covered the books we’d be analyzing this semester and attendance isn’t mandatory since most of the material is online or in the library. I think I’ll swing by there one of these days to see if I can get ahead on some of the assignments.”

“Oh, so you’re a nerd?” You gasp and smack his character in-game a few times. He laughs, calling out, “okay, okay, truce! You’re not a nerd then, just an overachiever.”

“How so?”

“We’re barely a day into the semester and you’re already trying your homework that I’m sure isn’t due for at least a few weeks,”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s right. With a bit of playful flirtation twisted into your tone, you hum out, “What can I say? I like to please.”

One of his eyebrows perks up, “is that right?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He can hear your smirk through the screen, and now, he can vividly picture it, too.

Jisung scoffs, backing away from your character so that he’s out of your sight. He cowers into a corner in game; this way, you don’t notice how he stops moving when his left hand leaves the w,a,s,d keys to cup and rub his needy bulge.

•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

Wednesday’s class is somehow packed and entirely uneventful at the same time. The first of Professor Hwang’s dragging lectures is so loaded that Jisung actually thanks the heavens that he remembered to bring his laptop. Otherwise, his notebook would have been about halfway full already, and his hand? It would have fallen off.

On another relevant note, he’s struggling to stay focused because today, he is sitting much closer to you. Intentionally, of course. There’s still a few rows between him and you, but in this new seat, he can glance at you as often as he’d like without straining his eyes or stretching out his neck to make his gawking painfully obvious. He can clearly make out your smooth skin, along with other details he wasn’t able to notice before like your beauty marks and your dainty earrings. You’re paying unfaltering attention to the class for the first hour, but after the sixty-minute mark, you appear to have become bored. He catches the way your pencil starts doodling along the corners of your notebook and it takes everything in him not to snort when you scribble down a wonky looking cat.

He’s so distracted by you, that every couple of slides, he glances back to the projector to see that the class is now on an entirely different topic than the one he last managed to jot down. He doesn’t mind, though. You’re a much more enthralling sight than quasars and supernovas.

Halfway through the lesson, you decide to peel off your little black cardigan and hang it on the back of your chair, exposing your arms and neck and shoulders to him. Your hair is tied up neatly right after, giving him all the more to gawk at and envision. Jisung has to remind himself that he’s in a classroom just so that he doesn’t start fantasizing about how it would feel to grip your hair up in a similar fashion and fill your throat up with his dick.

With great difficulty, he directs his focus to the board instead, typing quickly into his laptop all the notes he manages to catch before the slide changes again and Professor Hwang’s narrow eyes can scan the room to see who’s paying attention.

When the class is over, you start talking with the girl next to you, aimlessly reaching back for your bag. The gesture makes your cardigan fall, and Jisung has to fully bite his tongue to keep himself from calling out your name and giving himself away. He waits to see if you’ll notice, or if someone nearby will alert you, but neither one happens. Instead, you stand up, still engrossed in your conversation, and make your way towards the door. Instantly, he jogs down the aisle and between the seats to grab it and wordlessly hand it to you, but by the time he makes a move to head in your direction, you’ve already left.

He feels disappointed at first, but the feeling quickly shifts into relief. Wordlessly hand it to you? Does he want your first impression of him to be awkward and borderline rude? No and definitely no. This problem has a simple solution—it’s a blessing in disguise; he’ll take your cardigan home and bring it to you on Friday and maybe, if his courage allows, he can introduce himself then.

“Hey! I noticed you left your sweater here last class. I brought it for you. Oh, and by the way, it’s me! I’m @sung.ie. How did I know it was you? I can recognize your voice across a huge lecture hall.”

Yeah… he’ll think more on that later.

With your cardigan clutched in his fist, Jisung sighs, making his way outside and towards his bicycle. He tucks the clothing item into his backpack and pedals back home, wondering how he’s going to manage to give it back to you since you always get to and leave class before him.

He knows some of his friends and dorm-mates have their own class today, they had exchanged schedules during lunch a few days ago, which leaves him to hope and pray you’ve decided to skip your class and get online. As he parks his bicycle downstairs and locks it, he slips his phone from his pocket and opens discord, but your bubble remains gray and cold. You’re offline.

Maybe you haven’t gotten home yet. He checks his phone again when he gets upstairs, and again when he goes inside his dorm, tossing his bag aside and crashing on his bed. He checks after losing a round of candy crush, and again after replying to a text from his mom.

By the looks of it, you were in class, or at the very least, not available for the moment. Jisung sighs, pretending he’s not actually as disappointed as he feels. It seems a bit dramatic to feel the need to kill time until he gets to talk to you again so he resorts to doing physics homework—a short baseline his teacher assigned that wouldn’t be graded—and tricking his brain into thinking the former is not what he’s actually doing.

When he pulls his bag off his desk chair to grab his laptop, your cardigan comes into view, and he pauses to look at it. He sits like this for a moment, wondering if he should fold it nicely on his dresser so he can remember to take it to you, but his hands act before his mind can catch up, reaching in and basically shoving the material toward his face.

With his nose buried in your scent, Jisung inhales deeply, sinking into his chair as his legs grow weaker. The trace of your floral softener is the first aroma he gets, and then, the smell of your perfume peeks through, soft and sweet and very fitting for you. Once more, his treacherous hands are acting for themselves and he’s suddenly undoing his belt single-handedly.

Once his dick, growing by the minute, is out and clutched in his palm, he finally retracts your sweater. With little hesitation, he wraps it around his erection and pumps once, throwing his head back in immediate relief.

It’s a fucking miracle that his room is the last one at the end of the hall, and that his next door neighbors, Renjun and Jaemin, are both in their afternoon lectures, because nothing would have been able to muffle the wanton moan that rips from his chest as he strokes himself with your scent. His hips are bucking up into the air, and in only a few minutes, he’s broken a slight sweat. His balls tighten from sheer sensitivity at the act of fucking something directly related to you.

A cry of your name, followed by a few more pumps and he’s coming inside your mangled cardigan, his white release breaching the thin material. It seeps through it like light through a veil, gathering thickly on top before spreading into a dark, wet patch. There’s a shudder that passes through his bones as he sits back, burying his cock into the fabric and keeping it there until he’s given up every last drop.

The only thing that snaps him from his post-nut bliss, is the distinct discord ring-tone that blasts through his headset. His computer monitor turns on as your icon appears and simultaneously, his heart and dick both twitch.

“Hello?” With his output device swung over his head, he presses the green ‘answer’ button and speaks into the mic, hiding his slight shortness of breath with a yawn.

“I’m so glad you answered,” you beam, and he does too, “I was worried I had called while you were in class or something,”

As he speaks, he wipes the remnants of his cum off with your cardigan and puts it aside on his desk, tucking his softening (and still very sensitive) dick away into his boxers, “No, you’re good. I had a class earlier today but now I’m free.”

“What a relief,” you sigh, “Would you want to have a little homework ‘sesh’ with me? I just found out the library doesn’t have any available labs. I doubt I’ll be able to concentrate much with you but at least I'll be in good company.”

“Like an e-date?”

“We can call it that,” you grin, then he pictures your expression becoming a gloom one to match your slightly sadder tone as you admit, “Sometimes I wish we went to the same school so we could meet up and study at a coffee shop.”

He snorts, unable to help but crack a joke, “Like a real date?”

Your laugh makes his heart swell slightly. When you reply, “Maybe,” it starts flipping wildly in his chest.

God, you can’t even begin to imagine how badly he wants that.

“That would be nice,” he agrees humbly, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “What class are you gonna study for?”

There’s a pause before you speak again where you hum in thought, flipping through a few pages and shuffling through your bag. Jisung joins you, grabbing his laptop and school supplies, “I have a project for my astronomy class. It’s related to constellations and I wanna start researching them so that I can make an outline for the assignment,”

He looks through his math notes with his brows furrowed down, “I thought she was gonna assign them on Friday?”

Your icon flickers as you reply, “She is, but I want to—wait. How did you know that?” At your words and the realization of his untimely slip up, Jisung’s body goes rigid. He can only imagine the confusion on your features, and he’s quite relieved you can’t see the look on his. If his eyes were to open any wider, he’s sure they might just slip out of his head.

“Oh, um,” he clears his throat mechanically, then gulps in an effort to lubricate it and keep his voice steady, assertive, certain. “You mentioned it on Monday, remember?”

“Did I?” You didn’t, but he really hopes you think you did. “Probably,” At that, he lets out the air he’s holding, shaking his head slightly at himself for being so careless.

“But um, yeah,” he starts before you can give it any further thought, “If she’s assigning them Friday why are you working on it today?”

“Cause she’s also assigning partners on Friday, and I don’t really know anyone besides the girl who sits next to me and I doubt I’ll get paired with her. I want to make sure my grade is secured, you know? I’ve never liked group projects. I feel like all the work gets dumped on me.”

He’s still not entirely sure what you mean to do, or how you intend to create a blueprint of sorts without knowing what it was for, and so he stops flicking through his page of notes to look up at his monitor and ask, “But if you don’t know which constellation you’re gonna work on, how are you gonna make an outline?”

You ponder his question for a moment, then mumble out, “She didn’t mention a rubric or anything, so I figured that as long as I plan out the different sections and give the project a structure, half of the work is cut out, right? I can just assign parts at that point.”

“You’re that kinda person in a group project? I’m sorry to whoever gets partnered with you,” He’s not sorry, not at all. He’s rather envious, actually, despite his attempts to sound indifferent or amusing. Being granted time to spend with you at your place or his, or at the library or the local campus cafe, would be a no less than perfect ice breaker. Jisung would make sure you never felt like all the research and assembling depended solely on you—in fact, he could see himself now, spending countless hours perfecting the details of his assigned part and inquiring about other suggestions to improve the project, just to impress you or at the very least, satisfy you. The reality that someone else would get to do all of that in his place is disheartening.

You guys had rarely ever talked about school before now, since neither of you actually were enrolled in any classes when you started chatting, but now that it’s relevant, he feels like he understands a whole different side of you. You’re organized, and obviously very studious. Hell, you’ve been itching to get started on assignments that haven’t even been assigned yet. You’re responsible, dependable, funny, beautiful, and every time he thinks of you lately, he realizes that his innocent crush is slowly becoming an insatiable one.

“Hey! I’d be very nice if it was you, you know. Show you some favoritism,” the corners of his lips twitch upwards—“But I’m also glad it’s not you,”—and fall down again.

“What? Why?” He tries to not sound too offended.

“I’d end up talking your ear off, Sung.”

“I’m already used to that, don’t mind it. Kinda like it, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods curtly, even though there’s a monitor and an entire school campus between you and him and he knows you have no way of seeing his gesture. There's a moment of silence that you spend taking a brief breath as a glow tinges your cheeks.

With a stifled laugh, you open your mouth again, “I think it’s just because you like me that you tolerate my rambling,”

“No.” He’s quick to clarify, “I really do like it.” He loves it.

“And me?” your voice is much quieter, almost giving the impression that you’re shy in asking something so decisive and direct. Jisung, emboldened by your vulnerability, and the distance the screen puts between you two, answers with certainty.

“I like you, too.”

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“The constellation project, as I mentioned during your first class, is a tool for you to acquaint yourself with your classmates. It will be due in 3 weeks, and you can check the syllabus for specifications regarding that. After today, there will be no changing partners or constellations so should you need any changes to be made, you have until class is dismissed. Listen closely as I read out the pairs for the project. I will not repeat myself.”

The sharp tone he’s growing more and more distaste for by the day drowns out as Jisung glances over at you. Today, you’re sporting a bone-colored long sleeve and corduroy pants with half of your hair held back in a shiny clip. You look ravishing. Truthfully, he can’t really tell if you’re wearing makeup or not—although he concludes it doesn’t matter. Your features are soft and pretty nonetheless, and your cheeks have turned rosy from the dropping autumn temperatures.

“Yu Karina will be partnered with Lee Heesung. Your constellation is Cassiopeia.”

When you walked into the lecture hall this morning, there was a hot coffee cup with the campus cafe’s logo on it clutched in your hands, which you sipped on while shivering. Taking your usual seat, you greeted the girl next to you, who Jisung now knew was called Yu Karina.

The dark haired girl perked up when Professor Hwang called her name and waved down the aisle at who he can only assume is Lee Heesung, her partner, then whispered something to you. You looked over at the boy and back at Karina, nodding and giggling with her.

“Jennifer Huh, partnered with Ning Yizhuo,” Professor Hwang referenced her other list, “Constellation: Cancer.”

The two girls greet each other with a look and a smile, but Jisung pays little mind. He’s listening intently—for the first time—in anticipation of hearing one of your names be called. He doesn’t exactly know your full name, only a nickname he refers to you as, the one attached to your discord handle. Otherwise, pinpointing you that first day of class would’ve been much easier.

“Park Jay and Lee Sohee, your constellation is Orion.”

Sitting there, he realizes that in all the months you’ve talked, he’s never once asked for your full first name. Is that strange? What kind of friend is he if he doesn’t even know your name? In all fairness, you never asked for his, either, so he supposes it’s okay. Would have been useful to know, though, at times like this.

After his small confession of ‘like’ on Wednesday, the two of you went on studying your respective subjects, with the occasional (and inevitable) distraction here and there. Admittedly, he thought his comment would be forgotten rather quickly. It wasn’t like he outwardly poured his heart out to you, so he figured you’d move on and just crack a joke or two about it later. There was a change, though; a strikingly obvious one to Jisung, who hangs on your every word like it’s a tether that keeps him from floating. And, even if he didn’t pay such close attention to you, there’s no way he could have missed the new flirtatious ambiance that flourished afterwards. Flirting with you is not uncommon by any means—the two of you playfully tease each other with frequency, but it’s nothing he’d allow himself to look into too much, for his own sake.

That changed in the hours following his comments. All of Wednesday evening, the two of you went back and forth, feeding each other compliments in the form of banter. Again, he thought it would end there, but on Thursday afternoon when you logged on, he asked how your progress was going with the outline, to which you texted back, “I was thinking of you all day. Didn’t get around to doing much else.”

It wasn’t the only message from you that nurtured his feelings, either. There were enough substantially flirty messages from your conversation that night, that he was able to scroll through them and reread them a few times before bed.

ynn ᓚᘏᗢ: yesterday at 6:49PM

hi did you smile when you saw my name pop up on your phone just now

ynn ᓚᘏᗢ: yesterday at 8:22 PM

you’re so cute

i can barely think

ynn ᓚᘏᗢ: yesterday at 9:14 PM

i feel like my day doesn’t make sense if we don’t talk

ynn ᓚᘏᗢ: yesterday at 10:58 PM

i should get to sleep

but i don’t wanna stop texting you

ynn ᓚᘏᗢ: yesterday at 12:02 AM

goodnight, sung <3 miss you til’ you’re back

Now, as he eyes you with a boyish, lovesick gaze, watching you doodle your stupid little drawings as you await your assignment, he finds himself praying for the courage to come up to you after class.

Professor Hwang calls your name next, something he only realizes at the fitting similarity of your nickname and the way your pen meets the table in alert to being called on, head lifting up and eyes blinking expectantly.

“Your partner will be,”

Jisung holds his breath, chanting in his head ‘please, oh, please let it be me,’

“Lee Chan.”

Wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere, then. He ignores the way his heart sinks into the pits of his stomach, unable to help but observe your curious gaze as it looks around the filled seats. For a fleeting moment, you meet his eyes, but he doesn’t react or claim to be Lee Chan who you so evidently are in search of, and so you pass him and keep studying the aisles. After a few seconds, you find no one gazing back, even after you slightly stand to peer above the nearby heads that obscure your view.

“Your constellation is-”

With a cautious raise of your hand, you interrupt Professor Hwang gently, “Excuse me, Professor, but I don’t think my partner is here.”

For a moment, her lazer-like gaze looks like it could light you on fire, a consequence of daring to interrupt her, but it softens only slightly as she realizes the truth in your statement, scanning the room herself and calling out for the missing boy. Upon receiving no call back, she thinks for a moment, then looks back down at her clipboard and crosses something out.

“I did mention attendance was mandatory, didn’t I?” This she mutters to herself, “No matter. Instead, you’ll work with,” she gives the paper another once over, then clicks her pen and speaks, “Park Jisung.”

In an awkward burst of both excitement and confusion, Jisung darts out of his chair. His knee hits his desk with a clang, and his laptop would have gone flying if it wasn’t for his quick hands that catch it before it can fall. The loud ruckus turns several heads in his direction, including Professor Hwang’s and more importantly, yours.

Feeling an awful lot like a deer caught in headlights, Jisung blinks as the two of you make eye-contact, then he takes his seat again, very quickly by the way. “Uh, that’s me,” he announces, heat spreading across his face and eyes darting around, “Sorry.”

Does he feel more sorry to his teacher and classmates for disrupting the classroom, or to himself and you for the absolute fool he has just made of himself? As much as he’d like to tear his gaze away from yours and cast it to the ground in embarrassment, it remains stuck on you, awaiting your impending reaction.

You’re rather unsure how to feel, though given, a little surprised at the commotion. You offer him a small smile through pursed lips, and Jisung nods, willing with all his might for a hole to open in the ground beneath him and swallow him.

“Thank you, Mr. Park, for your remarkably clear confirmation. Your constellation is Gemini.”

You turn in your chair to face the front again, scribbling down his name in the corner of your notebook, as well as the constellation you’d been assigned.

“He’s cute,” Karina comments to you as you look over at her, and you finally let out a small laugh you had been holding in.

“He is. Clumsy,” you snort, “but cute.”

“We both got cute partners. We should meet up at the library later and all get started on the project together,”

You nod enthusiastically, going back to your outline that sits at the ready on your laptop screen and making quick work of labeling the different sections evenly. If it wasn’t so obvious for you to spin around and steal a glance, you might have done so again. You’re certainly tempted to, thinking back to seconds ago and realizing you hadn’t really noticed him the last two classes.

Jisung watches your exchange with his dignity at serious risk. He’s entirely unable to hear or make out what you’re saying to each other, and it makes his pulse pick up and his mind race. He considers many things as he watches the two of you talk: firstly, asking to change his partner, but then realizing that would be an awful idea. Once you knew who he was, how would you ever forgive him for immediately ditching you? Absolutely not. Cowering had gotten him nowhere so far.

Then, he considers switching out of the class himself, and disappearing, never to reveal himself to you—but that wasn’t the right thing to do either. Incapable of checking out of your life so quickly and denying himself the treat that is seeing you three times a week (and now, possibly more), he cans that idea, too.

As Professor Hwang finishes reading off the list of names, he begins planning what he’ll actually say to you, as that conversation is just minutes away. There’s less than a half-hour left of class, which means he has to think hard and fast.

As he busies himself with the grueling task of picking an appropriate and redeeming introduction, he doesn’t hear the new instructions from Professor Hwang, which are to find your partner and begin brainstorming, as well as exchanging schedules to set aside time outside of class to work on the presentation. A shadow falls over his desk and consumes his work space in darkness. When his curiously squinted eyes trail up to find the source, only to land on you, hovering above him with your things clutched in your arms, he grips his seat to keep from jumping out of it for the second time today.

“Is this seat taken?”

So much for having time to figure out how to approach you. His heart does a leap of surprise in his chest in place of his physical body, and he resists the urge to clutch it.

“No.” He replies shortly.

With your unfaltering, kind smile still present on your face, you laugh softly and place your things down, introducing yourself.

“You’re Ji-sun, right?”

“—Sung.” he politely corrects you. When you don’t immediately react, he wonders if you had even heard him. He doesn’t put it past himself to have imagined that he replied to you, between his sweating palms and nervous jittering, and your pretty self sitting just a foot away, he’s barely keeping it together. After a moment that feels infinitely longer than it actually is, you raise your eyebrows slightly, round lips parted to ask your question with a palpable hesitance.

“W-what?”

“Jisung,” he quickly replies, pronouncing the ‘g’ clearly and masking the way his eyes widen with a heavy blink that honestly, may not serve as any better of a guise. He pleads with himself to get his shit together but luckily, you don’t seem to notice.

“Oh, sorry… Sorry, It’s just—nevermind. Hi, Jisung.”

“Hi, Y/N.” He savors the way your name feels on his tongue but keeps his enjoyment brief.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you start, lifting the screen of your laptop to reveal the very same outline you had started working on during your last call with him, “but I already made an outline. If you wanna scrap it and start all over, we can—”

“No, It’s fine, we can use this,” when you give him an unsure look, he smiles reassuringly, “It looks brilliant.”

“Thank you.” There’s a pause that is filled only by you clearing your throat, “Ok, I have a literature class right after this one on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of my classes are online, so I’m free at any time, really. I usually like to study at the computer labs in the library, it’s nice and private there and I find it much easier to focus. But if you don’t want to go there, we could always go to the cafe or the square for some fresh air. Oh, and either one of our dorm rooms works fine if you’re okay-”

To experience your presence on a phone call is one thing, but to experience it in real life, with your clear voice so arresting and your silky, smooth lips within reach, is absolutely mesmerizing. He’s fighting the urge to glance down at your mouth, but it’s becoming increasingly harder to sustain eye contact, as lovely as he decides your eyes are. Another thing that is becoming exponentially harder, and more sensitive all the same, is his cock, springing to life with an eagerness to greet you.

There’s a bit of panic that flashes across his features as he senses the strain it’s causing in his pants, and only when you look down at your outline does he dare to sneak a glance down at his own groin where as expected, a noticeable imprint was beginning to develop. In a desperate gesture, he slides his notebook over his lap, suppressing a hiss, and leans forward to pretend to use his own laptop.

“Any of those work for me,”

“Okay, great,” You notice the time and turn back to him. “You can just message me when you’re free.”

“Sure.”

“And here’s my number—” you reach over, sliding the protective notebook from his lap and placing it on your desk, scribbling your number in the corner. Jisung immediately readjusts his hoodie, throwing the hem of it over his boner. Professor Hwang dismisses the class as you pass it back.

“Call me whenever you’re free.” With a spin of your heel, you wave goodbye to him and rejoin Karina, who waits for you at the door with her partner.

Jisung lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and looks down at the number you wrote. Beside the digits, written in very neat handwriting, might he add, sat perched on a wobbly branch a little black cat that he recognized from his hours of staring as one of your doodles.

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The time is 4:33PM, and Jisung has drafted over a dozen messages on the iMessage app addressed to your number. None of them have exactly made it to you yet, courtesy of his thumb that keeps pressing backspace and wiping out any trace of a remotely embarrassing text. It’s the next day and no introduction or invitation to meet up seems like it’s good enough to send, though he knows that inevitably, he has to text you first. You left your number behind with the doodle that he has since stuck to the corner of his PC monitor, but you never took down his; so now, the ball is in Jisung’s court, and he knows that if he waits too long, you’d think he was avoiding you or the project altogether.

Realistically, he knows a simple “Hi, it’s Jisung,” will suffice, but he can’t bring himself to send you such an unoriginal and boring message. After pondering for a moment, he then decides the best solution would be to do some research, and then call you with his findings—this way, his interest in the project would be clear, and he knows how important that is to you.

At once, he peels your cum-stained cardigan off of his lap, though not before stealing a glance at the day’s new additions, and places it aside. He tucks his spent dick into his short and turns on his monitor, typing the name of the constellation into Google and investigating nearly every website he could find with any useful information.

In the nicest handwriting he can manage, Jisung bullets a list of all the facts and history he could find on ‘Gemini’ within the hour, including the stars that make up the constellation, the myth behind it, and other relevant statistics. It isn’t until he has filled up an entire page front and back—partially—that he picks up his phone again and makes another attempt at contacting you.

Feeling slightly more confident, he types up his message.

To: 555-111-0205

hi, it’s jisung from astronomy. i did some research and i wanted to show you what i found. let me

know if you’re free to exchange notes. Sent at 5:52 PM.

Jisung rereads over his message for any flaws, though there’s nothing he can do about it now that it’s sent, anyway. After he deems it an okay first message, he takes a breath and moves to put his phone down, but it buzzes in his hand instead.

Incoming call at 5:54 PM From: 555-111-0205

“Hi-”

“Hi! Sorry to just call unannounced but I’m walking to the library with all my stuff and I can’t really text. I was able to book us a computer lab for the next two hours so If you want, we—can you hear me?”

He sits up straighter, “Yeah! Yes, I can hear you,”

“Oh, good, so—wait, hello?” Your voice shifts in volume and proximity, as if you pulled your phone from your ear to check the call screen, then brought it back, “Oh, sorry. I-I thought I had accidentally called someone else… nevermind.” Instantly, Jisung realizes instantly that you must have recognized his voice. It makes sense, seeing as you’re used to hearing it specifically on calls. You seem to show no further suspicion as you continue speaking, though, but perhaps, he should keep talking on the phone with you to a minimum.

“Do you think you can make it? Otherwise I can go work on my own. I saw your text and instantly booked the room. Sorry for not checking in with you first,”

“I’ll meet you there,” He replies quickly, grimacing at the instinctual effort it takes to try and make his voice deeper.

“Okay! Great. I’ll see you there, then.” You hang up, and then your text message comes through with the lab room information just minutes later.

Jisung all but lunges out of his chair and rushes to face himself in the mirror, taking in his reflection. Besides his hair that looks slightly disheveled, he looks alright. He doesn’t want to make you wait long for him, so he quickly grabs his laptop and his notes, shoves them all into his bag, and flies out of his dorm room with the laces of his sneakers left untied.

In the brightly, yellow-lit hallway, Mark and Chenle are popping out of their respective rooms, a basketball clutched under the younger boy’s arm.

“We were just about to come grab you,” Chenle starts, “Let’s play some ball. Jeno’s meeting us at the court,”

“Can’t,” Jisung shakes his head, “I’m going to the library,” he tries to not get offended at the way the two boys snort loudly in disbelief, looking at each other as if they’ve both had the same thought.

“Yeah, right.” Chenle scoffs.

With a blink, Jisung replies meekly, “I’m serious.”

“Since when do you go to the library?” Mark brows pinch and he adds, “It’s the start of term. You’re already studying?”

“Since now, I guess. I have a project for a class so I’m gonna go meet up with my partner at the library, but I’ll catch you guys later.”

“Alright, alright. Oh—remember there’s a party next week at Jaehyun’s frat for syllabus week.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” His answer doesn’t seem to fully convince Mark, Chenle, or even himself, but they seem satisfied enough, because they let Jisung go without any more pestering. He flies down the flight of stairs and out the front door of the dormitory.

The cold September air is biting at this time in the evening, feeling particularly cool on the apples of his cheek, which glow from the light layer of sweat that develops during his jog over to the library. It’s a considerable distance away, which is part of the reason why he, in his two years of being a student at the university, has never seriously stepped foot inside of it. Studying in his room is much more convenient, but you seem to like the library, so the twenty-minute-walk there, or in this case, fifteen-minute-jog, will simply have to be adopted as a new way to get in some brief exercise a few times a week.

More than likely, you have already arrived, and Jisung doesn’t want to make you wait too long for him, especially since there’s a two-hour time limit on the room and he intends to spend as much time with you there as he can. He wipes his cheeks with his gray sleeves and climbs up the stairs of the building quickly, swiping his student card at the door and stepping inside.

The ceiling is massively tall, seemingly taller than when he once saw it during freshman orientation, and the endless rows of shelves are filled with books, ranging from thin, colorful novels to thick, leather-bound classics. It’s quieter than he expects it to be, even for a library, and he clearly can hear the pitter patter of his feet as he follows the sign labeled ‘Study Rooms and Computer Labs.’

The guy at the reception desk in this section seems to be a volunteer, his student ID and name tag shining on his shirt. He glances up from his book when Jisung approaches, nodding once. There’s an awkward silence that feels rather loud as Jisung fumbles with his phone, flipping it between his clammy hands as he searches for your message.

“Computer Lab 4C?”

Wordlessly, the boy nods again, then slides over a clip-board with a sign-in sheet clamped to it.

It’s surprising to see how many lab spots are filled up so early into the term, names scribbled along the lines and time-slots. Your name stands out, partly because of your familiar handwriting, but particularly because of the empty line beside it, where he signs in before handing the clip-board back.

“Down the hall, second door on your right.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to bob his head once and the boy looks back down at his book. He makes his way down the hall until he reaches the correctly labeled door. His hand reaches for the handle, but he withdraws it. Should he knock? Or maybe send you a text? Or both?

To: 555-111-0205

hey again. i’m outside :) Sent at 6:18 PM.

The door creaks open from the taps of his knuckles bumping against it, and he peeks his head in timidly, finding you sitting in one of the desk chairs, nearly hidden behind your laptop and a stack of books. You look up over the screen, eyes squinting in a smile.

“Oh, I had left the door open for you,” you stand up, holding out a cup for him, “and I got you coffee… didn’t know how you liked it so I just got you the same thing I order,”

There’s a fluttering in his stomach as he sets his bag down. There’s no chance he can manage to meet your eyes after such a gesture so he casts them to the ground instead, graciously reaching out to receive with both hands the drink you offer him, “You didn’t have to,” he mumbles, “but thank you. I’m sure your order is great,”

“I wanted to! It’s just—I mean, I did drag you out of your room in the cold and on really short notice—A hot coffee was the least I could do,” you shrug, “One of my friends works at the cafe and I was there doing some work for my literature class before I got your message and I figured I’d grab us both something before I headed over here… Sorry, I’m talking too much. Here, sit down.”

He’s not exactly sure what to say, so he takes his seat beside you in silence, but not without a small smile decorating his face. The notes he had taken down to show you are retrieved from his bag, as well as his laptop. There’s a low screech of your chair dragging across the floor, and he turns to find you’ve scooted closer and you're leaning forward with your cheek resting on your palm, eyes intently looking at his research.

“It isn’t much. I’m sure whatever you found is much more substantial, but I couldn’t show up empty handed.” Jisung explains, sliding the paper over to you. As your eyes scan the page, you make a few comments along the lines of ‘Oh, this is a good point,’ or ‘We should mention this.’

You seem to be very carefully reading his work. Meanwhile, he takes advantage of your preoccupation to let his eyes rake over your person.

The first thing he notices is that you’re wearing a different cardigan, and he suddenly remembers your black one is still on his desk, unwashed and covered in his cum. Your hair looks soft, and when you mindlessly swing it over your shoulder, he catches a whiff of your lavender scented hair wash, and it makes him gnaw the inside of his cheek. You’re not quite close enough for him to catch the perfume you’ve decided to wear tonight, though he can vividly picture the gentle florals that linger still on your cardigan. His eyes trail down, and it’s only then that he notices your skirt—or blatantly, the length of your skirt. Your smooth thighs are exposed, full and fleshy and pressed together, and he suddenly wishes they were wrapped around his head.

“Jisung? You okay?”

“I–Yeah, sorry.” It’s clear that you’ve noticed his staring, and he all but rips his eyes away in embarrassment, “I was just wondering if you were cold,” He gestures down at your legs shyly, pretending the content he’d written on the paper was more interesting the sight of your plush thighs.

For a moment he expects some harsh comment or outburst, but you laugh instead, smoothing the material down a bit, “No, not in here, at least. And the walk over was short, so,” His lips are pursed and his cheeks are burning, but you spare him from any further humiliation when you reach across him to turn the page over and quietly gasp, muttering some surprise under your breath at how extensive his work is. “This is really good. We can use pretty much all of it.”

Failing to hide his beaming at your praise, he snaps his head over to you, “You think so?”

“Yeah, I mean—,” The screen of your laptop changes over to a page of notes, “I pretty much wrote down all the same things. I’m actually so relieved, I was worried I might get paired up with someone who wasn’t gonna contribute.”

“Bet you’re glad you didn’t switch out of the class now, huh?”

Distracted in the notes and in the taste of his coffee, he misses your quick, confused glance his way. Smoothly recovering before he notices, you slowly nod and present to him the layout where you had already taken the liberty to assign him his designated parts. Not that he expected anything else; it’s endearing to see his name labeled over specific sections, color-coded in a blue, bolded font. He wastes no time in pulling up the screen of his computer, exchanging emails with you so the two of you can get to work on the shared document.

The time passes quicker than he hopes, and he realizes just how much he likes spending time with you. Talking with you online is one thing, but sitting beside you as you sip your drink and hum mindlessly, fingers typing away or flipping pages in a book? Completely different game. He’s sure that if it wasn’t because he relieved himself earlier today, he might have popped a boner from the simple act of being in your presence.

Every once in a while, you make an occasional comment regarding a point or two you thought was worth mentioning or adding, and he’d oblige, making a note of it and sharing his thoughts here and there. Occasionally, he manages to steal a look at your thighs, which he swears you’re bouncing and squeezing together on purpose, but for the most part he keeps his focus on the task at hand.

Towards the end of the night, there’s a moment where your hands brush his as you point something out on his screen, and Jisung swears he’s never felt more like a teenage boy in his life. He practically flinches at the contact, failing to mask his awkward reaction and pretending he really meant to fix his hair.

Bidding you farewell is possibly the most difficult of the tasks this evening, even more so than pretending he isn’t completely infatuated with and aroused by you for a whole two hours. When you stand from your seat and walk with him out of the study room, and subsequently, out of the library and into the cold, Jisung faces another of his many dilemmas related to you. He’s not sure if he should offer to walk you back to your dorm, or at the very least halfway there. Perhaps, offering you his jacket would be appropriate, since your skirt wasn’t doing much of a job at keeping you warm.

“You live close by?”

“Yeah! Just a 5 minute walk,” you point your index finger, “In that dorm right over there.”

Jisung nods once, then decides to indulge his impulses. “Here,” he slides his hoodie off with a little less coordination than he would’ve liked, holding it out for you to take, “so you aren’t cold.”

He can’t tell if your cheeks are red from the temperature again or from his gesture, but he hopes it’s the latter. The moment you take his sweater, pretty eyes wide in thanks, he sucks in a breath. It’s much chillier now that the sun is gone, and he fights the urge to chatter his teeth when he offers you a lopsided smile.

“T-thank you,” you tie the sleeves around your waist, covering your lap.

“I’ll see you in class?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, flashing him a final grin before you spin on your heel to head home.

The twenty-minute-walk-fifteen-minute-jog back to his room feels eternal. All of his hair is standing on end, but picking up his pace too much means that the icy wind, which has so graciously decided to blow in his direction, would just become harsher. His palms soak up the little warmth on his stomach, tucked under his t-shirt, as he alternates between speed-walking and jogging. The minutes drag on and on until finally, his building comes into view and he breaks into a run.

•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

The following morning when he walks into his astronomy class, he follows his usual routine of checking for you in your seat and is almost distraught when he finds it to be empty. It’s not like you to miss a class, and he contemplates reaching for his phone to check-in on you. It isn't until he pans his vision over to his own chair that he spots you. You’re accompanied by Karina and her partner, Heesung, taking up the empty seats beside his own.

On your desk sit two coffee cups like the ones from last night, and he pulls his lip between his teeth to hide the grin that fights to break out.

You look up when you spot him, and Karina and Heesung look up, too.

“Hi…”

“Hi! Jisung, right?” Karina extends her hand out and he takes it, nodding to confirm, “I’m Karina and this is Heesung.” He mumbles another small hello to the boy, who acknowledges him before looking back at his computer.

“Good morning,” you greet as he sits, placing his cup on his desk. “You never told me whether you liked it or not, but I figured you’d grow to like it eventually.”

“I-thanks but,”

“I know: Didn’t have to, but I wanted to. So just say thanks, yeah?”

There’s a familiar burning on his cheeks that always seems to make an appearance when you’re around, but he doesn’t bother masking it this time.

“I wanted to ask you if you would be free to study tonight?”

Instantly, he bobs his head up and down, and you book the study room on your computer just moments before Professor Hwang strides inside the classroom, her glasses on the tip of her sharp, pointed nose.

•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

The frat house where the seniors stay is practically next door to Jisung’s dormitory, which is why when Mark, Chenle, and Jeno come banging on his door on Saturday night, he realizes he can’t use walking so far in the cold as an excuse to stay home. He also can’t use studying as an excuse anymore, since Mark had already caught him leaving the dorm a few times throughout the week to go study with you. That, and he ran into Jeno as he was entering the library just the night before.

“You’ve been studying plenty,” they’d say, or “We told you about the party last week, no way you’re not going.”

Anyway—the point is, he’ll have to endure tonight, despite his wishes to stay close to his PC for the chance that you’d want to hop into a game. He’d prefer to spend the night talking with you, but that’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. With a somber look on his face, he shrugs on a jacket and opens the door for his friends, who practically drag him outside.

Jeno slings his arm over the taller boy’s shoulders as if to prevent him from fleeing, and the four of them climb down the stairs and onto the path toward the frat. If Jisung strains his ears, he can already pick up on the sounds of the party, even from here.

“You think Chaewon will be there?” Mark asks no one in particular, but the boys all respond simultaneously with groans of distaste.

“You dated her three semesters ago, why do you care?” Chenle starts, “isn’t she seeing Jungwoo now, anyway?”

“That’s exactly why I care,” Mark grumbles, foot kicking a rock along the pavement. “He’s one of the RAs. If he’s there—”

“He’s always there,” Chenle interjects, earning a glare.

“—then she’ll be there, too.”

“So, what happened with�� what’s her name, Minjeong? Why don’t you hang out with her?”

“Nah,” He turns to Jeno, “She’s sweet and all, but I found out from Giselle that her and Chaewon are friends, so,”

There’s a chorus of understanding, albeit a bit pitiful, “aah’s” and “oh’s” as the building comes into view. A few people are gathered at and around the entrance while others litter the parking lot with phones and solo cups in their hands as they wait for friends. Among them, and Jisung has to do a double take to make sure, he spots Karina, who waves someone down from the direction of the main courtyard. For a moment, he thinks it might be you who appears from between the treeline, but it’s Heesung who jogs over to meet her and he realizes how silly his thought was in the first place.

In the months he’s known you, you’ve never once brought up a party. In retrospect, you don’t seem like the type to like partying at all. He can picture you clearly now, tearing through textbooks or novels for your literature class, or maybe even typing away to him on Discord and asking if he was online.

He isn’t and can’t be tonight, and he’s very sorry about that, for the record.

Maneuvering through the crowd of tipsy college students isn’t too difficult,and neither is their entry. The door is propped open, and Jaehyun, with his signature snapback that he wears backwards on his dark hair, calls them over from the drink bar.

“First problem I see here,” he starts, “is that none of you have a cup in your hand.”

“We’ve barely made it through the door, man,” Mark laughs, clapping up Jaehyun and moving aside so he can greet the rest of the guys.

“That’s no excuse, you should be sipping on something by now.” He waves his arm, “Take a look around, boys! This is what life is gonna look like for you guys next year—and the year after for you, Jisung.”

Jisung gives a curt, disinterested nod amidst being handed some fruity, fizzy, white claw resemblant that probably wouldn’t taste much different from an Alka-Seltzer. He cracks it open upon being prompted to by Jaehyun, who initiates a “cheers” between the friend group. The moment the alcohol touches his tongue, Jisung grimaces, taking a few long chugs in hopes that the effect will kick in quicker and make the long night that awaits him a little less long.

“Do you know if Chaewon is here?”

Wordlessly, Jaehyun fixes his cap and points a single finger toward the couch, where Chaewon sits besides Jungwoo, leaning in to hear him over the music and giggling at whatever he says in her ear. The boys look over at the couple, then quickly glance back at Mark, whose face falls despite the fact that he knew to expect this.

“Tough,” Jeno gives him a pat on the shoulder, “Hope you have better luck the rest of the night. I’ve gotta bounce,”

“Yo, what do you mean bounce?”

He gestures toward a girl standing near the beer pong table, who looks slightly familiar to Jisung, though he can’t quite put his finger on it, and smirks, “She smiled at me the moment we walked in. I’ll see you later, but I honestly hope I don’t.”

The realization that his friends, in search of their hook-ups for the night, would eventually be abandoning him one-by-one kicks in just then, inviting Jisung to down the rest of his bubbly drink in one go.

Mark rolls his eyes, “You ever notice Jeno is always the first one to get a girl?” His comment earns a few hums of agreement.

“I’m gonna go find Jaemin,” with his phone clutched in his hand, Chenle turns towards the door, “he just texted me he’s outside with Sullyoon and her friend.”

“Wait, Jaemin is—he’s setting you up and not me?” Chenle only shrugs at Mark’s question, replying with a blunt and concise “yeah.”

“I’m not a dog like Jeno though, so I’ll definitely see you guys later.”

As if noticing he was facing the same unfortunate fate as Jisung, Mark turns to the youngest boy with a fearful look in his eyes. Jisung only shakes his head and takes a quick look around, “I’m not planning on hooking up with anyone here, so…” At this, the boy sighs in relief, handing Jisung another drink in solidarity. The two lean against the counter as Jaehyun looks between them, snorting.

“Mark, there’s so many girls here.”

“I know, but—”

“But Chaewon.”

Mark nods, echoing Jaehyun in a quiet, maybe even embarrassed voice, “But Chaewon…”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he adds sympathetically, “I’m caught up on my ex, too.”

“Uh…” there’s a pause. “Which one?” This comment lands Mark a shove, playful, for the most part. He rubs his shoulder and hisses while Jaehyun, on the other hand, sloshes around the little liquid left in his cup and grabs the closest bottle of alcohol to him, along with whichever random mixer he finds first.

“The only one that really mattered.” He tilts his newly filled red cup back to drink from it, but his eyes peek over the rim and he pulls it from his lips to sigh out, “Speak of the devil and she doth come,” he raises his brows and announces, “there she is now.”

Following his line of sight, Jisung trails his vision toward the front entrance and at once, the sight makes each and every one of his limbs seize up. There’s a twisting and turning in his stomach that almost invites the seltzer he chugged to make a reappearance, and he’s pretty sure the color has drained from his face as he watches you walk inside the frat house behind Karina and Heesung.

So many things go through his mind in such a short amount of time that he fears he may have had some sort of out-of-body experience or hallucination episode; it wasn't really you he was seeing, it couldn’t be. The way your skirt clings to your hips makes him grip his cup tighter within his sweating palm, and the lacy, corset top you’ve decided to wear, which shows off a tasteful bit of cleavage, causes him to swallow down the saliva that had pooled on his tongue.

It was a more provocative outfit than he’d even seen you wear, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak, he’s sure he would’ve instantly become bricked up.

“And of course she’s wearing that shirt…” Jaehyun fixes his cap for the second time tonight and straightens out his shirt, “Alright, wish me luck.”

It’s not like Jisung would have interjected anyway, he didn’t really have the grounds to, but he couldn’t even entertain the thought before Jaehyun headed in your direction with decisive confidence. Part of him hopes he was referring to someone else as his ex, perhaps even Karina, since there isn’t another girl in your immediate vicinity besides her, but his bit of hope is crushed as he spots Heesung’s hand intertwined in hers. Surely, Jaehyun wouldn’t be coming up to her if she showed up with someone to his party. It leaves him to reach his regretful conclusion just as his friend and you make eye contact, recognition flashing across your features, along with something else.

Unable to torture himself further by watching your exchange, Jisung tears his eyes away and grabs another drink to make this very, very long night ahead of him somewhat bearable. He turns to Mark, who he didn’t even realize had been talking this whole time, but the loud music and the cloudiness in his mind muffle out his speech.

“—I mean this just sucks! I guess we still have each other, maybe we can find some girls who—”

When did you even date Jaehyun? You hadn’t mentioned him once in the months he had known you. And also, why did you date Jaehyun? Not that there was anything wrong with him, other than his habit of cycling through girls every semester. Mark’s “Which one?” comment had some truth to it, but he would have never expected you to have been on Jaehyun’s roster. It takes him a second to remember that Jaehyun is still his friend, but even then, he can’t fight the bitterness that settles in his bones. What did he mean when he said that you were the only one that mattered? How significant was your relationship with him? There’s too many questions circling his mind, and it isn’t until he downs the fifth drink that they start to blur.

Currently, he’s passing the time conversing with Mark and following him around the party, but more importantly, avoiding you in fear he’ll steal a glance and you’ll be locking lips with your ex. He spots Jaehyun by the bathroom a bit into the night, but thankfully, you aren’t near him. It’s in the middle of a beer pong game with Mark when he dares to glance around in search of you.

First, he spots Karina and Heesung, making out on the couch where Chaewon and Jungwoo once sat. You aren’t near them. Then he spots Jaemin and Chenle dancing with the girls they had met up with, but you aren’t dancing, either.

He’s relieved to find you aren’t with Jaehyun when he spots him, finding instead that his friend is flirting it up with a different girl who is certainly not you. The sight completely pisses him off, and somehow makes him feel immense relief simultaneously. Right around this time, he decides he’s had more than enough of the party. You aren’t here anymore, and Jaehyun’s face is making him fucking sick. Mark is slurring his speech enough that he wouldn’t notice if Jisung just slipped, so he does just that, though he does make sure to mention to Chenle that he’s leaving on his way out so he can keep an eye on Mark.

Outside, the cold is unbearable. The previously crowded lot is empty for the most part, except for a few people puffing clouds of smoke into the air by a bench. Not even the alcohol in his system is enough to warm him up, so he can’t even imagine how a joint could be worth sitting outside for.

The only other person sitting outside is squatted down by the curb with their knees curled up to their chest. As the autumn leaves crack under Jisung’s feet, they turn their head around.

“I told you I don’t wanna—Jisung?”

Your big eyes widen in his direction, and you shoot up from the ground. Jisung’s brow lowers in concern and he notices the only thing you have to cover up is a flimsy cardigan. You and your damn, flimsy cardigans.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Sorry for snapping I—sorry,” you shiver involuntarily as a gust of wind blows through, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I thought you were someone else.”

There isn't a sliver of hesitation before Jisung shrugs off his leather jacket and begins to wrap it around you, grumbling, “Are you crazy? You must be freezing,”

“I’m fine—“

“This should help,”

“But- Jisung, how many of your jackets am I gonna take—”

“As many as you need to.” Your lack of a response makes him look back up to meet your eyes, round and much warmer than the rest of you was right now. He clears his throat, guiding your sleeves into the arms of the jacket as he jokes, “or until you bring your own.”

You smile, muttering a small ‘thank you’ as the warmth engulfs you, along with the smell of him and some cheap cologne only a college student would buy. He’s tugging the collar closer to cover up your exposed neck and chest, eyes flickering down at your bare skin despite being well aware that you’re looking. Where this newfound boldness came from tonight, he doesn’t know. What he does know is that his boldness is always rather short-lived when it comes to you, and tends to appear and disappear like random spurts of energy—he’ll take advantage of it this once. Especially now that he knows you’re Jaehyun’s ex and the most he might even get to do is gawk at you, he intends to make it worth it.

“You must be freezing now, though,” you start, “should we go somewhere warm?”

“How about the library?”

You laugh, looking at him in disbelief, “The library isn’t open at this time, much less on the weekend,” “Right…”

“Wanna go to mine?” Your suggestion makes his breath hitch for a second, but he manages to respond with decent clarity.

“You live by the library, though. That’s like a half-hour walk. I don’t think you’ll make it that far without turning into an icicle,”

“Well, I don’t really wanna go back inside…” he knows why, so he offers something else.

“My dorm is five minutes away. We could go there if you want, b-but if you’d rather go somewhere else—”

“Okay,” you nod eagerly, “let’s go.”

As Jisung leads the way, speed-walking to beat the chill that spreads through his newly uncovered limbs, he turns his face to you, watching as you tuck the lower half of your face into his coat.

“I don’t know if you want to work on the project or—”

“God no,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “I’m not that much of a buzzkill, dude.” You jog a little to catch up to his longer strides, “Besides, I have like three shots of Pink Whitney in me,”

“Foul.”

“I know. Can’t think about a project right now,”

“I’ve had a bit to drink, too.” he admits.

“I can tell. You’re stumbling.”

He snaps his head around, down to his feet, then back to you. “What? Am I?”

There’s a small, stupid smile on your face as you shake your head. “No.”

He can’t pinpoint why this banter with you is so easy, why it feels so right. Or perhaps, he can, but regardless, his heart leaps in his chest as he scoffs, not fighting the shit-eating grin that spreads on his frosted cheeks.

"It’s that building right over there,” he points.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was close,”

The two of you climb the stairs and he opens the main door for you, watching you sigh out in bliss as you step into the warmth of the hall. You bounce around in a cute way that once more tugs at his heart-strings, still looking all puffed up and adorable in his jacket that entirely engulfs your frame. He leads you up another flight of stairs and onto the floor his room is at, and once the two of you stop in front of his door, he pats his jean pockets.

“Oh my uh- my keys are in the pocket of the jacket.”

You mimic his recent action, patting around until you find his keys, holding them out for him to take.

Somewhat awkwardly, he fumbles with them until he manages to fit it into the lock, opening the door with one hand. He gestures for you to enter his room with a small shrug, “Make yourself at home.”

As you step inside, Jisung makes it a point to quietly thank whatever higher power compelled him to make his bed this afternoon. The rest of his room wasn’t perfectly organized by any means, but at the very least, his bed, which you now sat at the foot of with your legs bouncing, was neatly made.

“You have your own room?” You mutter in surprise as you look around the small space and notice the lack of a second bed. The tall boy beside you just shrugs again, toeing off his shoes in the corner as he pulls the door closed.

“Yeah, uh… I’m one of the RAs for the sophomore class.”

“Wow,” you sigh, “I wish! I mean, I love sharing a room with Karina, but it’s nice to have space for myself sometimes.”

“That’s why you’re always at the library?”

You nod, sliding your palms across his duvet, “It’s nice and quiet,” your fingers move to grip and release the material, and he blinks harshly to erase the sight of that from his mind before it causes him to spiral. It didn’t prove to be very useful, though, because your still-exposed thighs move and press together, just as they did at the library, and his dick gives a little twitch in response.

“I’ll get you some clothes to change into, that way you’re more comfortable.” he decides, more for his sake than yours. You don’t answer, continuing to look around, taking in the details of his computer that flashes in a bunch of different colors.

“You know I gave up extra storage in my bedside table to be able to keep my PC? I let Karina take it to her side of the room so I’d have space for my setup.”

Rummaging through his drawers, he pipes up, “you game?” as if it wasn’t something he already knew about you.

“I love it. I stayed here for most of the summer just because I had my computer here.”

Jisung picks out a pair of sweats for you and one for himself, along with a t-shirt he knows he recently washed, then he turns, handing it over to you. “I’ll change in the bathroom down the hall and then wait outside. You can crack the door open when you’re done,”

“Thank you, Jisung.”

There’s a gentle sincerity in your tone that makes him wanna say “anything for you,” but he settles for pursing his lips instead, leaving to let you change before he can embarrass himself with any baseless comment you wouldn’t really get. The effect of the drinks still hadn’t completely faded, and he fears he’s capable of saying just about any of his stupid thoughts out loud right about now.

You weren’t completely sober either, not by any means. The trashy vodka your ex offered you in an attempt to reconcile was as bitter as the end of your relationship with him, and it was flowing through your veins and giving you that light-headed buzz. You stand up and slip off your boots and Jisung’s jacket, along with your skirt. Your top requires a bit more precision, the lace getting twisted and tangled in your uncoordinated fingers. There’s little huffs and puffs of frustration that leave your lips during your struggle, and you’d almost consider asking for help if it wasn’t completely inappropriate.

Finally, though, you manage to get it off and slip on the change of clothes Jisung has so graciously provided. They’re warm and they smell good, and they’re much more comfortable than your outfit which is now folded on Jisung’s gaming chair, alongside your purse.

When you look up in admiration of his impressive keyboard, which looks to be custom made, and your eyes trail up to his monitor, you notice something on the corner of the screen. The mindless doodle you had drawn beside your phone number that day in class had been very carefully cut out and stuck onto his screen with tape.

“You okay?”

His voice calls from outside, quietly as if not to disturb you even though it’s you who is occupying his room.

“Yeah, I’m almost done!”

“I thought that she was gonna assign them on Friday?”

Sung had asked you that on call, in regards to the constellation project you mentioned you wanted to start working on. Not Jisung, Sung. Sung, who is not in your astronomy class and would have had no way of knowing when or even what your professor would be assigning.

“You’re Ji-sun, right?”

“—Sung.”

The nickname sounded very right coming from his lips, from his voice. You never gave his nickname too much thought, because truly, Sung could just be a display name. And if it is his real name, it could stand for anything: Sungmin, Sungwoo, Daesung, Ilsung, Jaesung… Jisung.

And then, you recall the time you spoke on the phone—specifically, the time you had to do a double take at your screen to make sure you hadn’t actually called Sung. It was the first time you had spoken to Jisung on the phone, and it’s the only way you had even spoken to Sung… something about it seemed so, so strangely familiar.

Could it be…

“Alright, I’m done!” Your announcement comes after the realization that he’s been waiting outside for a few minutes already.

“Coming in…” He warns, eyes still cast to the ground in case you weren’t decent. They slowly make their way up, and something flashes across his features at the sight of you. You try to ignore it, still preoccupied by your growing suspicions. His computer is on… meaning…

“Let me let Karina know I left… I kinda just walked out on her.”

Jisung nods and takes a cautious seat on his bed a few feet away from you.

As you open the discord app on your phone, you scroll to the top to find his contact and type out a simple Hi, clicking send with your heart beating faster than usual. It’s an impulsive act, but you can’t help yourself. If there’s even a chance…

Instantly, his screen lights up and through his headphones you hear the familiar chime of the notification coming in.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

If it’s possible, Jisung’s face grows even paler than it already was naturally, and even more gloom than it appeared earlier in the night when he identified you as Jaehyun’s ex. All of his features are alert and in shock, watching as you spin around to face him.

“Sung? Right? That’s you?”

He’s struggling to read your expression, and it’s beyond obvious. The only change in his demeanor is the now tensed up shoulders and the redness that takes over the white on his cheeks.

“I—” Are you mad? Should he apologize?

“Did you know all this time? That it was me, I mean?”

He nods slowly, unable to find the appropriate words to say.

Two things happen just then. First, your hand smacks his arm, hard. “You fucking idiot!” and Second, you topple into his arms, hugging him. Initially, his hands hesitate to wrap around you, hovering above your waist as you squeeze his neck.

“You’re not mad?” He asks shyly. You shake your head against him, then lift off with your hands on his shoulders to take a real good look at his face.

“No! I’m so glad, I thought I was going crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugs again, a gesture he seems to do a lot around you.

“Since when did you know it was me?”

“Since I heard you speak on the very first day in class. I recognized your voice.”

Your eyes soften at this small confession, and you look back towards his desk, “So, this is where you were this whole time while we played? This close? A twenty-minute walk away?” You shoot up from the bed and cross the small distance to the desk, swiping an index finger along the surface, then his mouse, then his keyboard, and all of his other equipment. Your eyes are beaming, looking around and familiarizing yourself with his things. All the things you wondered about him are now laid out in front of you, and it’s exhilarating.

“I was so excited when I found out,”

“You should’ve told me,” you repeat, still taking in his pictures and personal items, your profound curiosity surfacing within you.

“I was worried about making a good first impression, you’re…”

“I’m…?” you press, turning to him for a moment.

“You’re really pretty in person.”

In that moment when you turn away to hide your blush, with the words “you’re really cute in person, too” ready to spill from your tongue in a sweet and shy whisper, a small black pile on the corner of his dresser catches your eye.

“What’s that—”

“Oh nothing! It’s just—”

“Is that my cardigan?”

Forget distraught, forget embarrassed, forget every possible synonym for the word humiliation. Not a single one would do what he’s feeling in this moment even a sliver of justice. Jisung is convinced his soul has left his body, that he’s passed on or that the ground has swallowed him whole. In fact, he’d prefer it that way. He has never felt more panic in his life as you quickly approach the cum-stained cardigan that he took from you, that he pleasured himself with countless times, that he still hasn’t washed…

“You dropped it in class, and I-I meant to give it back to you, you know, a-after I washed it, but then—”

As you turn the material over in your hands, taking note of and examining the stains, Jisungs breath completely cuts off. You spin slowly on your heel, facing him. There’s an unreadable expression on your face, and it takes every bit of the little pride he has left to not squeeze his eyes shut.

“Are these—” His voice is no more than a sputtering squeak, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. Fuck, you must think—”

“Jisung.”

“I didn’t mean to keep it for so long, or-or at all, really, it’s just—”

“Jisung.” He’s pretty sure you can hear him gulp. “Were you using my cardigan to get off?”

“I-”

“Were you?” You ask sternly.

He sucks in a breath, unable to look at you any longer as the faintest of yeses leaves his pouty lips.

There’s a moment of silence. A terribly long, excruciating moment of silence where Jisung can think of no way to make this up to you. He’s beyond ashamed, palms clasped together and sweating, face red with horror, inside of his cheek clamped tightly between his teeth, the whole nine miles. So much for mulling over how he’d reveal who he was to you, and so much for all the overthinking he did, all the times he planned out exactly what to say to you and how. Now, it’s all coming to an end because of this damned cardigan. He should’ve just washed it and given it back to you after the first time—no, he shouldn’t have used it at all. His mind is filled with thoughts of everything and nothing at the same time, and he’s already beginning to mourn the loss of your friendship when you say the unthinkable:

“Show me.”

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soullessdianthus · 8 months

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have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!

A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay? *Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)

✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.

✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed.

✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.

✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.

✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.

✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you.

✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings.

✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent.

✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio.

✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.

✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes.

✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.

✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :(

✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3

✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”

✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”

#✧°. marie answears #request #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #sobiesław kościuszko #sobiesław gromsko kościuszko #sobiesław kościuszko x reader #sobiesław gromsko kościuszko x reader #gromsko x reader #gromsko mw2 #gromsko cod #gromsko

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little secret | abby anderson x reader.

summary abby anderson likes to read, and you like abby anderson. | friends to lovers, +18.

okay.... this is the longest fic i ever written (i think)

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You met her in winter. The immensity of the stadium they called home impressed you, a reconstructed civilization within an abnormality hard to ignore.

Even though she was the most respected soldier in the place, your memory ranks her welcome as the warmest. Between fluffy sweaters and worn leather jackets, Abby showed you a warmth that made Seattle's monstrous winter seem like a light summer breeze.

In addition to showing you the place where you would now live, immense and so functional it was frightening, Abby showed you more than the visible. As time passed, shyly, Abby took her time to show you her jokes, her favorite books, (of which there were many, you decided) her strange ways of combining food to kill hunger longer, her wounds; the internal and the external.

The personal library that Abby had begun to assemble when she arrived at W.L.F. was now familiar to you. When responsibilities left and the moon was present in the atmosphere, the two of you spent the night in that place. The bookshelves acted like skyscrapers over your bodies sitting on the floor, filled with books and comics that the W.L.F. soldiers encountered on their daily patrols.

"I think they're going to end up together" Abby mutters, her nose buried between the pages of an old red-covered book.

"You said the same thing about the other book last night" You replied. Youdidn't share the same passion for reading as Abby, but you enjoyed listening to her tell you about her new readings and her theories about what might or might not happen in those pages.

You liked that contrast with the soldier Abby, the one everyone knew, and the Abby you knew. During the day her posture was steady, stone-eyed and scrutinizing every movement nature had to offer, attentive and ready to pull the trigger at any danger, but when night fell, her posture changed completely; usually hunched over, her features softer, more relaxed.

"It's not my fault that everyone writes the same thing" Abby rolled her eyes, putting the book aside but not before folding a corner of the page, marking where it was left "I guess it was a popular idea back in the day"

"You should write a book."

Abby let out a groan, leaning back against the bookshelf behind her. The two of you were sitting on the floor, facing each other, separated by a pile of books scattered on the library's newest acquisition: a worn purple carpet.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes" Abby blurted out.

"Why?" you asked "It wasn't a joke anyway"

"Because of Manny. He was out of control today during patrol. He almost got us killed"

You rolled your eyes "You know what he's like" Abby massaged her shoulder absently, you could see her muscles twitch "I'm sure it was nothing, you just can't stand it when people don't follow your orders"

she looked at you, her eyebrows raised "Excuse me?"

Ypu laughed lightly "It's true. You're a serial controller."

"I'm not a serial controller, for your information" Abby said "It's just not a place for jokes"

"If you say..." you mumbled, pulling your knees up to your chest and dropping the conversation; knowing Abby, she would never admit it.

"What?"

You shrugged, smiling graciously at Abby's accusatory look "I didn't say anything."

"You don't believe me" Abby scrutinized you with her gaze.

You shook your head "I didn't say that".

"But you thought it"

You rolled your eyes "Now you're a mind reader? I can see why you're considered the best soldier ever"

"There's nothing wrong with being controlling, Abs. That's the way you get everything you want. Everything you have" you continued.

Abby let out a sigh, her chest heaving, "Yeah, whatever"

The room fell into a deep silence for a couple of minutes. You decided to grab a book, trying to read it and make some sense of the words, but Abby's gaze on you prevented your brain from synapses.

"What?" you said in an accusatory tone, resting the book in your lap and looking at that blonde girl.

Now it was Abby's turn to shrug, a slight smirk planted on her face "I didn't say anything"

"Whatever."

Abby considered picking up her book as well, but saw no point in seeing the very predictable ending that the last few pages held. Your words were still echoing in her head; everything she wanted.

She, in fact, didn't have everything she wanted. Abby thought she lacked a handful of essentials; a reasonable sleep schedule, a meal that with all the proteins, a partner who wasn't a complete idiot on patrol.

But hey, those were luxuries given the circumstances.

To no one's surprise, you caught Abby's attention from the very first moment. She remembers with tenderness the first time she saw you, wet and covered with blood, hidden among the large leaves of a strange plant that had been born thanks to the combination of vegetation and fungus, with a look that Abby would never forget.

She felt the need to protect you, not because she considered you weak, but because a strange feeling led her to position herself in front of you when in the patrols you heard some infected too close, or that time when a Seraphite appeared unexpectedly and hurted you, and Abby kept chasing Mel through the corridors to remind her to be extremely careful with you.

"I know what I'm doing, Abby" she remembered how Mel told her one night "She's going to be fine"

Abby tried to convince herself that it was just that she had grown too attached to you, but something inside her told her it was something more than that, something deeper, more intense.

Abby thought she lacked a handful of things that were essential to her life, like you.

"You know, you read too many romance books" you said, snapping Abby out of her thoughts "Are you in love, Anderson?"

"Oh my god" Abby muttered "You should go to sleep, the lack of it is affecting your reasoning."

"So, is that a yes?"

"I don't choose what to read" Abby replied "I don't know if you noticed, but we're in an apocalypse. I don't have too many genres to choose from."

"You still haven't answered my question!"

Abby's muscles tensed as she could see how you moved from your position and sat closer to her, next to her. Abby could feel your arm brush against hers.

"So..." You murmured, your breath hitting Abby's lips "Tell me your little secret."

"My little secret?" Abby murmured, forcing herself to look only into your eyes.

"Who do you like?" And Abby snorted, rolling her eyes "Is it Nora? I've seen you two together a lot recently."

"No, wait, i know. It's mel, isn't it?" You continued. Your knee bumped into Abby's thigh.

"I'm not in love with Nora, or Mel, dumbass. They're my friends."

You emitted silence for a few seconds, and then:

"Is it Manny?"

"Are you kidding me?" Abby replied with a tone that made you burst out laughing, combined with all those laughs written on worn pages

"I'm sorry. I had to say it" you said with a chuckle.

Abby shook her head slowly, a smile planting itself on her face. Fucking Manny, she thought.

"So?" You said after a few minutes. Abby looked at you, her blue sapphires piercing your gaze. "Who is it?" You muttered, your voice coming out weaker than intended.

Siddenly the library became the quietest place in that giant structure. Every whisper, every sigh felt too aggressive, too loud; something that threatened to break the intimacy that the proximity of your bodies had created.

Abby slowly denied with her head, closing her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, something had changed in her gaze.

"You're not going to tell me?" You whispered. Your hand rested close to Abby's. At some point, you doubted whether your bones had turned to magnet and Abby's to metal because of the way a supernatural force was compelling you to be close to her.

She denied again, but the way her eyes flicked to your mouth for a microsecond gave her away.

"It's okay" you whispered "I think I have an idea."

The first time you saw her, that winter, you noticed that Abby had a tendency to lick her lips constantly. It didn't seem odd to you, as the winter in Seattle was very dry and lip balm was not something they were equipped with at the W.L.F, but as time went on you noticed that Abby had a tendency to lick her lips only when she was with you; when you pretended you didn't know she was looking at you, when you got close to her face to apply a lipstick you found in one of the patrolling days, when you gave her a kiss on the cheek on the morning of her birthday.

And now, just before your lips meet hers.

For the first few seconds neither of you move. Your lips linger on hers shyly, too terrified to move but refusing to pull away. Abby has to muster all her strength to move her hand to your jaw, holding you, and suddenly every shred of fear leaves her.

Your lips instantly reciprocate, too hungry, too thirsty for her taste. Abby thinks that now that she finally knows what it feels like to kiss you, she fears not being able to stop.

Her hand, which initially started on your cheek, travels down your body to your waist squeezing the flesh viciously. Her fingerprints savor every touch your body provides, skin that has been reserved for so long just for her enjoyment.

When Abby's hand makes contact with the exposed portion of skin, the air circulating through the stadium feels insufficient. Your body takes on an inhuman heat, a heat worthy of the iron emanating from the gates to hell, a heat that only she can cease.

"Abby" your lips release, a strangled moan.

"I know" She replies.

Your body was now a mass that Abby could mold as she wished. She is overcome with a sweeping euphoria as she becomes aware of the control your body offers her, and thinks maybe you were right; she likes to be in control.

You try to keep up with her movements. You touch her skin, her arms, afraid to ruin the pattern of freckles that rest perfectly on her rosy shoulders.

In a matter of seconds you end up on her lap, your legs hugging her thighs, clinging to the new sensation that Abby's shyness deprived you of for so long. Between kisses, you can hear the moans the blonde's mouth emits, weak but guttural moans.

"Can I..." Abby murmurs, her mouth on top of yours "Can I touch you?"

Your throat fails to find the strength to elicit a sound, so you just nod, eager for anything that comes from her. Instantly you feel Abby's fingers undoing your belt and unbuttoning the button of your pants, but just as you're ready for the next thing, Abby's fingers linger in place.

"What's wrong?" you ask, strands of hair interrupting your vision. Your hair feels so tousled "You don't have to if you don't want to Abs."

Abby shakes her head, her eyes drift to her hands lying in your lap, fiddling with the button "It's nothing" she murmurs "It's just.... It's been a while, you know?"

And you understand. Your fingers stroke the backs of Abby's arms.

"I understand. You don't have to be nervous" you say, trying to get her to look at you "It's just us."

Abby nods. She looks at your abdomen, the way your t-shirt hugs your waist.

"If it makes you feel any better, I never did this" you whisper, and that's all it takes for Abby to look at you.

"Never?"

you deny "Never"

"What about the redheaded girl last month? You told me things happened."

You stifle a laugh, embarrassed. Now it's your turn to look away from Abby and focus on the pattern on her shirt.

"It was stupid. We didn't do anything, it scared me" you can feel her tuck an unruly lock behind your ear, her fingertips caressing your face "It was just a silly kiss."

Abby nods slowly, her gaze still on you "Okay. Okay."

Behind the library doors, women and children walk the halls, leaders give orders and soldiers disappear behind the massive doors while others return from adventures. The world is functional again.

"Do you think it's stupid?" you mutter.

"What? No" Abby denies "It's not stupid. It's fine. Besides, it's not like we have a lot of time for that kind of thing around here"

Your lips let out a chuckle. "Yeah, that's true."

Your eyes match Abby's gaze, who smiles slightly. Her smile is sweet, friendly, you can feel the warmth that is so characteristic of her, nestling between the corners of her mouth

This time she starts the kiss. This time it is calmer, less desperate, but just as passionate. Her fingers return to what concerns them, and navigate between your pants and the elastic of your underwear.

Her fingers are cold, so you stir in her lap at the sensation and Abby laughs, apologizing softly. You quickly forget about the sharp change in temperature because you have Abby where you want her most.

Even though it's been a long time since the last time, Abby is quick to pull your panties to the side and find a rhythm that has you moaning in seconds. Your lips break the kiss several times, moans seeking air and space to make themselves present.

"Is this okay?" Abby murmurs into your neck, wet kisses planting themselves on your skin.

Your hips move against her hand, desperate "Yes Abs" the hot air of your breath hits against her ear, and Abby almost lets out the most obscene sound ever uttered "Please, keep going."

Abby's free hand massages your breasts, squeezes and fondles them. Her tongue plays with the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and marking every inch.

The euphoria and pleasure of the moment makes you feel invincible, and your hand darts toward Abby's pants, unzipping them and finding her black boxers.

"What are you doing?" Abby says, choked words.

You ignore her and continue your task, reaching inside her underwear and trying to mimic the move you do to yourself on nights where your body lies too warm on the sheets of some room at the W.L.F. Your movements are clumsy, but they work wonders for Abby, who stifles her moans into your neck.

As her nature defines her, Abby is a competitive girl in every way, so when she feels an immense heat who tries to collapse her under your effects, her fingers pick up the pace and pull desperate moans from your throat.

There was no way Abby would finish before you.

"Abby" you moan, your fingers losing rhythm "Abby"

"I know."

It doesn't take too many seconds before your body shudders under Abby's control and moans and groans come out of your mouth, which you choke on her shoulder.

Pleasure blurs your vision and senses, so you can't anticipate when a trembling, whimpering Abby pulls your hand from her intimacy and her muscles contract accompanied by a long, shuddering moan.

You and her breathing evens out, both of your breasts moving to the rhythm of the beat that is their hearts tuned to the same station.

You look at her. She looks at you.

Abby thinks this ending is better than any book she's ever read.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #tlou

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wolfjackle-creates · 6 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

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blues824 · 2 years

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Imagine s/o as an oiran in the red light district and upper moon was isekaid to twst. Every man in the room started blushing of how beautiful she. And they're reaction to s/o has to work as a prostitute because of they're family.

Let me tell you, when I say I did research, I did better-than-the-FBI research. And I didn’t use Wikipedia, mind you. I got 5 websites and 3 books about this topic. I understood the assignment 💅

Also, since I’m on a time-crunch, I will only be doing 3 characters. You’re free to request again, though.

When you first get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, everyone saw you and bowed. Being an oiran meant being high-ranking in a certain social aspect. To say you were disoriented was an understatement, to say the least. You looked and saw that you were somewhere else, and you didn’t see anyone you recognized.

Riddle Rosehearts

“My lady, my name is Riddle Rosehearts.”

He dared not look you in the face for fear he was going to stutter through sentences. He knew that you went through a lot of hard work to get to that high of a position. When he mustered enough courage, he saw that you looked frightened and confused.

“If you would allow me, I’d be more than willing to show you around the campus of Night Raven College… maybe after we get you a change of clothes?” He asked hesitantly, offering his hand to you.

The geta shoes that you were wearing looked very heavy and not comfortable, and you might prefer a dorm uniform rather than the kimono you were wearing. Plus, it might relieve some of the tension if you were dressed not so professionally.

As you were changing in Riddle’s room (he waited outside, of course), you were telling him more and more about yourself. You told him how you often serviced older men and how hard they had to work to get your services. You also told him how you were forced into this by your family and how you were glad that you didn’t have to anymore.

Once you tell him about where you’re from and what you are, you are already in a relationship. It didn’t frighten him because if you wanted to consume him you would have done so already. You had enough self-control to not go completely ballistic, so he was completely fine.

Of course, you had to work very hard to get to a position where you didn’t have to sleep with a ton of people because being an oiran meant people were respectful and it also meant you were hard to reach. You often go on and on about all the things you had to go through, and Riddle will be there to listen to everything you have to say. You are his true queen, after all.

Leona Kingscholar

“Miss, are you alright?”

Mans drinks his ‘respect women’ juice daily. He has heard how hard it is to be a woman in general, but you must go through extra daily difficulties to stay in your position as an oiran. You probably have to deal with disgusting people. He will see to it himself that you don’t go through anything like that with the Savanaclaw dorm.

“Allow me to show you to my chambers. There, we will fetch you a set of more comfortable clothing that you can change into. Then I’ll show you around the place.” Man was he having a hard time not stuttering. You were gorgeous.

Maybe you’d be more comfortable in other clothing than that in a school full of guys. He might have to get clothing from another dorm or something, though, because his dorm’s uniforms were designed for mobility and they’re a bit revealing. Maybe Vil has something?

As you were changing in the bathroom, you were thanking Leona for his kindness and he told you about the women from his hometown and how he was very intimidated by them and was taught to respect women from a young age. You, in return, told him about you and your life. You told him how you were forced into the Yuukaku in the Red Light District to bring your family out of poverty, and he scowled to say the least.

When you get further and further into the relationship, you tell him more about who/what you are, and you assure him that you can control your urges. He was already kind of intimidated by you in the first place, but this made him respect you even more.

Whenever you go on rants, he will often be sleeping but he will listen to every word that falls from your lips in his sleep. I mean, you have to deal with being a woman in a completely different world, all the while trying to cope with your trauma. Of course he’ll listen to you!

Floyd Leech

“Who are you?”

He doesn’t understand the situation at all. Why is everyone bowing to you? Azul forces him down and apologizes for him, but he still doesn’t understand. The cecaelia whispers what you are and how it’s the highest rank for a person of your occupation.

“Let me bring you to my room! I can give you some more comfortable clothes, koebi-chan!” He held his hand out to you. He wasn’t nervous, but he saw that you were. He’s in a good mood right now because he’s in the process of making a new friend!

He loves shoes, but the shoes you’re wearing can’t feel good at all. He has a bunch of clothes you can borrow, plus he could ask/threaten his dorm-mates to give him clothes if some of his clothes didn’t fit you. He was very tall, after all.

As you were changing in the bathroom, he was asking you a bunch of questions through the door. You barely got a chance to answer each question he was shooting at you before he asked another one. He just wanted to know all about his new friend! You found it adorable, and you were relieved because you could be yourself here. You tell him about what an oiran is (he blushed a little) and tell him that you were forced into it by your family.

When you get far enough into your relationship, you tell him about your hometown and what exactly you are in terms of species. He’s not the least bit scared, but rather fascinated. His Koebi-chan is a demon? Does that mean you have special powers?!

He always likes getting to know more about you and you find it adorable how he will give you his undivided attention. He reminded you of a small child, despite being so tall. It was truly adorable how he’d drop everything he’s doing just to listen to you.

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lyomeii · 2 years

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Yandere Sung Jinwoo

->warning: spoiler of the manwha, yandere themes, implied stalking, obsession

->a/n: this is in my drafts for a long time, so my writing might be rust here but i did revise most of it, and added the imagine part for a better setting. And i let an open ending, why? Just because I was little tired when I wrote this ;)

->high chance of him being obsessed with you meeting him way before his second awake, when jin woo was still know as “ the weakest hunter” and you become his friend even with those whispers about him, ignoring the others and only focus on him

-> even you two are friends for a long time, and Jinwoo has a crush on you for way longer than he wants to admitted, he never brought you to visits his home or met his sister, afraid of Jinah scaring you off or tell about his passion for you

-> but that soon changed after the D-rank dungeon raid, you heard about the incident from a woman named Jooheen, hearing about the condition that Jinwoo is and you ran the fastest you could to the hospital he was staying

-> opening the door and seeing him in coma made your heart heavy, knowing that you couldn’t nothing but wait for him wake up, but at least you could do is sending flowers to him and visiting him when you could

-> the day, jinwoo wake up, you aren’t there, only the flowers he received from you, that what he heard from the nurse, saying how you daily visited him after your work ( as a barista in a coffee shop ) with flowers, spending time with him as much you could

-> how his heart beat faster and how much he desired to see you but before, but he couldn’t, he needed to complete his daily quests from the System, for now, he decided to stay away from you, only watching you through h the glass from the coffee shop

-> and you tried to call jinwoo many times, only to receive nothing, even though you manage to discovery jinah’s number, you never got an answer from him, so you keep loving you life as you used to, but now, you don’t have your best friend anymore

-> but he did came to see you after weeks of ignoring you, and this time, he is different from before, taller, stronger and somehow more handsome than before, what happened to him? was due to the incident of D-rank dungeon? many questions you are holding to yourself and wouldn’t be answer for a time

-> and Jinwoo was waiting for this moment, but he knows to hold himself, now as the Korea's 10th S-Rank Hunter, he decided to take you to his home to talk, where not only you saw Jinah but meet his mother, who is now awake, now there is much to ask about his new life

-> his mother and sister left the apartment, leaving you and Jinwoo to talk alone, they know how much the boy wants to talk with you about the last weeks and months

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Many thought are passing though your mind and all of them are related to the man on your side, Jinwoo. The person who was in a coma a few weeks ago is now one of the most powerful hunter in the entire world, what happen to him become that?

“ I know you have a lot to say” he is right about that, and afraid of what you think about him, after all, he ignored your calls, messages only to focus on his new life as a hunter, leaving you in the dark, “ And I here to listen anything you speak” don’t matter what you are going to speak about it, be yelling at him or similar, he just want to hear your sweet voice, he truly misses it.

Both of you stayed in silence for a moment. Jinwoo watch you moving your hands with each other, are you nervous about him? Or afraid what could happen now? Without letting you acting like that anymore, he grabbed one of your hands, interlacing his finger with your.

“ Jinwoo!” your cheeks went full red like a tomato, why he is doing that? You are feeling so many emotions now, angry for him ghosting you for weeks, fear for what he able to do with so much power and confusion… why he is holding your hand so stronger, “ You’re right! I do want to speak about you!”.

In a single movement, you raised from the couch and let it go of his hand, catching him in surprise, that is not what he planned to speak with you, “ I don’t know what you thought about me when you ignore me for all this time, but I felt horrible!” your voice sound clear and loud enough to full the entire apartament, “ And you think that you becoming this new person would change what you did! Then you thought wrong”.

You picked your backpack and ignoring Jinwoo pleading to stay, you left the apartment quickly. Leaving him alone with his Shadows.

“ Monarch, do you put on the shadows on them?” Igris’ voice helped him raise from the couch, making him think about what just happen, your words about him are right.

“ Did that the second they stepped inside…” even you hating him that much, he still need to protect you from the monster and people who dare to hurt you, but you don’t realize that, at the least not yet.

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This is probably the most niche thing I have ever posted but I just finished playing Tyrion Cuthbert: Attorney of the Arcane ( a game you should totally play btw!!) and I have many horrible thoughts about this man. I´m going to go insane if I don´t put this out into the world sooo... here we go!

I also feel like at some parts it kind of doubles as a character study so take that, I guess?

MAJORS SPOILERS FOR TYRION CUTHBERT: ATTORNY OF THE ARCANE! Please play the game!

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tw yandere, stalking, manipulation, murder, societal pressure, guilt-tripping, obsession

General Yandere! Aster Headcanons

So Aster himself is a very interesting character in my opinion. He´s very idealistic and sees the corruption of the nobility in the kingdom to be completely unacceptable. He cares a great deal about the commonfolk and because of that, the crown prince is very well-liked by the public, even before he becomes the king

Compared to many other nobles who are haughty, arrogant, or intimidating, Aster gives off the vibes of someone who is very friendly and approachable. Something about him just feels different in comparison.

And it is this friendly and open-minded appearance that would make his darling feel more at ease when approaching him to talk. Talking to Aster just doesn´t feel as scary or annoying as having to speak with other nobles. His positive attitude actually makes conversing with him an enjoyable experience

I think it might actually be more likely for him to fall for a commoner instead of a noble. Nobles in the court are cutthroat and only interested in their own wealth and power and Aster is just sick of that. You being a commoner means that there´s a better chance for you to actually be an honest and hard-working person, something I think he would want in a partner.

If you are a commoner, you might accidentally meet him when Aster is out and visiting the city for once. As we can see in Chapter 3, he would try to hide his identity as the crown prince from you if you don´t recognize him. He much prefers you talking to him as if he was simply any other person as opposed to you bowing down before him and carefully choosing your words if you were to find out who he was. He would instruct the Kingsguard to follow him a bit more discreetly, so as not to catch your eye and to never openly acknowledge his title when in your presence. He´d hate for this casualness with you to be destroyed like that.

You two talk about your daily life and the struggles you face ( him being very careful and vague when talking about his own profession, as he doesn´t want you to find out about his rank). Even though he gives off a cheerful and exciteable impression, he is indeed listening very carefully to what you have to say and makes sure to memorize it all. He needs to know everything there is to know about you, needs to know all of your preferences and opinions.

He listens especially carefully when you mention your frustrations with the nobility, how they wield all the power and money in the world and keep it to themselves while the common folk have to slave away while worrying about if they can afford the roof above their heads this month. His gaze noticeably darkens for a moment as he hears this but it´s quickly gone when he nods his head and agrees with what you´re saying. The nobility is a blight on this land.

It´s very frustrating for Aster to hear this because he knows it´s true. His visits have shown him firsthand how bad daily life for the common folk can be. He has seen with his own eyes how the members of noble houses can get away with absolutely anything. Even the justice system protects them, all their crimes are simply swept under the rug or an innocent civilian is forced to take the fall for them. It´s atrocious and Aster is so frustrated that nothing is done about it. He wants things to change but he´s only the crown prince, he doesn´t yet have the power to change things. He needs to bide his time until he becomes king and then he will rip all these corrupt off their power.

But it´s still quite some time until then so for now, he needs to focus on what he can do while he´s still powerless.

Hearing you speak about wanting to make the world a better place for the common folk in your own way with such conviction really resonates with Aster. All his life, he´s been surrounded by vultures trying to curry favor with him for when he ascends the throne in the future. He has seen countless forced smiles and false promises but he can see in your eyes that you speak with truth and honesty. And he can´t help but really resonate with that. He likes talking with someone like-minded that doesn´t treat him differently, someone that he can be himself around.

Aster can´t help but visit the city more frequently from then on, telling his father that he has important business to attend to there as an excuse. Well, it´s not really a lie, is it? Seeking you out couldn´t be any more important to him.

You´re quite surprised by how often you seem to randomly see Aster nowadays when you hadn´t at all seen him before but maybe he just moved in recently? You don´t know that he secretly orders guards to follow you around daily to then report to him what you did all day. As much as it pains him, he can´t simply go out every single day so hearing about your day is the next best thing. This way, he also gets to learn about the things you do in your day-to-day life or the things you do when you think no one is watching. Oh, how he longs to have been there himself, just watching you! His heart yearns for you and yet his princely duties often leave him way too busy to visit you as often as he would like to. But well, at least he always knows exactly where to find you if he ever finds himself with enough free time <3

But well, there is one very simple but very big problem with this situation, aside from him being the crown prince and you a commoner. He has been in an arranged marriage for years now. Ever since they were little, Aria Steelwind, a noble of one of the four main noble houses has been promised to him. And he has never been more disgruntled by this than now.

Sure, he did respect Aria in some ways. Instead of simply living her cozy noble life, she took her own path as a prosecutor to fight for justice within the corruption that is their justice system. She´s the only prosecutor willing to arrest a noble for their crimes and yet, her actions change so very little. What a naive fool she is to think that working within the system is going to have any sort of lasting impact.

No, Aster knows better. He has seen his father having to make all sorts of compromises to not displease the nobility when introducing changes. What was left were only hollow words and small changes. Small changes would never be enough to truly change this world for the better. Aster knows that if he wants things to change, he will have to take things into his own hands

From there on out, things would go over much like in the game during case 5, which is why this is my last major spoiler warning. Please do not continue reading from here if you don´t want the game spoiled for you as I will discuss the events happening at the end here.

Alright, so. Case 5. Naturally, for the sake of continuing this headcanon post, I´ll have to change up things a bit because otherwise, Aster is a little bit too dead to continue plaguing his darling afterwards. So let´s assume that in this timeline, Aster actually gets away with his crimes for one reason or another.

He used Aria´s affection and love for him and tricked her into signing a blood contract by disguising it as a marriage license. Now, Aster has full control over her mind and body, her soul forever his to use. And he didn´t hesitate for even a moment to use her as a means to further his own goals.

It was way too easy to use the contract to control her body, forcing her to go out and kill several important nobles attending the king´s funeral while he stayed behind, creating an alibi for himself. And truly, after several witnesses saw Aria kill these pesky nobles, who would ever think the new king would have anything to do with it? He wasn´t even close to any of the crime scenes!

And of course, it´s even easier to completely erase Aria´s memories of what took place. And now that he has completely covered his tracks, no one can prove that Aster had anything to do with it.

By doing all of this, Aster has killed two birds with one stone: He has successfully killed two heads of four of the main noble houses and his fianceé is going to prison for what she has done, effectively ending their engagement. Now Aster is the one sitting on the throne with the noble houses significantly weakened without a family head to guide them, making them less of a threat to his power. Now that he has all the power, he will change the kingdom for the better.

Of course, the common folk only learn about the fact that Aster has ascended the throne with the news kindly leaving out the fact that a massacre had taken place. Still, with this new information getting out it´s almost impossible for you not to learn of Aster´s true identity. All this time, the person you had been conversing with so casually was the then-prince, now-king of this kingdom. To say you´re shocked would be an understatement. What are you supposed to do now? Oh, you can´t even begin to think about how many times you must have disrespected him by speaking to him as if he were simply any other person. Surely nobles must have some sort of rules regarding addressing people, no?

Oh, you must have embarrassed yourself thoroughly in front of him! But then again, he was very nice when he was talking to you and even enjoyed joking around. So maybe he was different? You weren´t quite sure but thinking about it that way made things easier for you.

To say you were shocked when King Aster de Wyverngarde stood in front of your door one day would be a grave understatement. You don´t know what to say or what to do, now that you know who he truly was. Are you supposed to bow down in front of him? I mean he´s the king so you probably should, right?

Aster merely sighs disappointedly when you clumsily bow down in front of him.

"There´s no need for such formalities. We´re close, right? You don´t need to bow down in front of me."

"But.. you´re the king, right? I mean, it feels weird to talk to you so normally now."

He´s quite saddened to hear this. He knew this would be how you would react if you found out the truth, it´s the very reason why he went to such lengths to prevent you from finding out.

"Don´t worry, nothing has changed between the both of us. May I take you for a walk?"

He smiles and offers his arm to you, only nodding his head and assuring you that it´s fine when you seem to hesitate. So you go along and let him lead you out of your home and into the bustling center of the city, where the streets are filled with people. Naturally, everyone gathers outside and cheers when they see the new king walking along the streets.

Aster is very well-liked by the common folk for his open and honest demeanor and his willingness to help them. Everyone has high hopes for him, believing that he will be the one to finally make things fairer for them, the one to push back against the corrupt nobles using them for their own gain. And well, in one way or another, they´re certainly right about that. Aster doesn´t hesitate when it comes to removing vultures feeding off of other´s hard work.

After getting over their initial excitement over seeing the beloved king, people begin to notice that you´re holding onto his arm as he walks you around town with a wide smile on his face and people begin whispering amongst themselves. Who are you and why are you with the prince? Judging from your clothes, you are a commoner just like them so how do you know him? And young Aster seems to be holding you awfully close, is something going on there? Everyone has heard that the engagement with Aria Steelwind fell through because she had turned out to be just as corrupt as all the other nobles, breaking Aster´s heart. Were you his new love? It would certainly be something for the king to be in love with a commoner.

You´re beginning to notice the people whispering and you get quite uncomfortable at their staring when Aster suddenly stops and turns around to face you. You almost walk right into his arms at the sudden stop, a sheepish look on your face. Aster simply smiles and takes one of your hands into his, staring right into your eyes.

And then the rug is pulled from right under your feet as Aster gets down on one knee, the crowd quickly bursting into cheers as he pulls out a small little box and presents it to you.

"My love", he begins speaking and you feel your heart plummet into your stomach. You notice that he seems to be talking quite loudly on purpose, as the crown quickly reacts to his words, growing silent as to listen carefully.

" We have known each other for a long time now. We had to hide and share our love in secret. But from this day onward, I want us to show ourselves to the rest of the world, to let them see the love and devotion we have for one another."

You´re just standing there, frozen in shock, almost incapable of processing his words. Our love? Just what was he talking about?!

"As you well know, I have gone through immense heartbreak in the past, I have had my trust and heart broken once before but with you, I want to start over. I trust you completely and vow to be by your side for all eternity if you will have me. I love you more than anything, my love. Will you give me the honor of taking me as your husband?"

The atmosphere is tense, the people around you holding their breath in anticipation but some voices still ring out from inside the crowd.

"I can´t believe it, a king proposing to a commoner! His love for them must be so strong, it´s so romantic!"

"The king is such a kind and benevolent soul, they must be overcome with happiness right now! Look, I think they´re on the verge of tears!"

"It truly is terrible what happened with his past engagement. To be betrayed like that, His Majesty must have been beside himself with grief. He deserves this new chance at love."

You hear voices ringing out all around you, and you feel completely overwhelmed, unsure of what you should do now. Everyone looks at you so expectantly, everyone is practically screaming at you to say yes and yet, that´s not what you want. You´ve never even thought about marrying Aster, to have this sprung on you so suddenly is terrifying. You feel like you´re losing your grip on yourself when you suddenly feel a squeezing feeling on your hand.

With a start, you look down to see Aster holding your hand tightly, enacting almost an excruciating amount of pressure. The look on his face is more akin to a smirk now than the soft and innocent look he had before. He knows that there´s no way you could say no under these circumstances. By dragging you out into a public area he has forced your hand to agree to his proposal.

What foolish commoner would ever reject a king? It would be a blatant show of disrespect and they would surely be shunned by their peers for being so ungrateful. Furthermore, Aster had a great reputation amongst the common folk, no one would show you any sympathy if you tried telling them that he was lying about you being in love. Who would ever believe you over the ruler of this country? If they´re being charitable they would chalk up your protests to being shy about the entire ordeal.

You´d also have to be a real monster to reject King Aster´s heartfelt declaration of love after he had already been betrayed by his past fianceé not very long ago. How could you hurt him after what he went through? Of course, no one knows what really happened with Aria, no one knows how Aster was the one who used and manipulated her. The truth had been conveniently hidden from the public and twisted to serve his own goals. After all, who would want a known murderer sitting on the throne?

And it is through all this pressure that you finally crumble, a solemn expression on your face as you mutter the word Aster had been wanting to hear you say so desperately.

"Yes", you relent.

The dark expression on his face immediately vanishes and he gets up from his kneeing position, wrapping one arm around you while using his other hand to slide the ring on your finger. This is the happiest day in his life and sooner or later, you will see this his way.

Naturally, after what you had just witnessed, the facade is gone and you no longer see Aster as an innocent and kind person only looking out for the best of others. You don´t learn about the true darkness within him and the crimes he has committed in the name of "doing what needs to be done", but you know that he can´t be fully trusted.

Aster is of course saddened by this because he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you but he figures that there´s nothing to be done about it now. You will simply grow to love him in time, there is no other option for you now. Your fate is already sealed, how would you ever get away from the king and more importantly, your fiance? You two are engaged and everyone knows about it, he made sure that the news would be spread fast. A king marrying a commoner is very unorthodox and almost scandalous but if anything, it only makes the common folk trust him even more.

Now that you´re engaged, Aster won´t let you stay at your old home anymore, he sends a carriage to immediately pick you up and take you to the castle where you will be living for the rest of your days. There, he will try to spend as much time with you as possible within his very busy schedule. He believes that sooner or later, you will come around to your new life. He understands that this must be all very shocking for you right now but he´s sure you will get used to it.

In the meantime, he will gift you anything you might ever wish for. Anything to get you accustomed to your new life by his side, anything to win back your favor after the stunt he had pulled when proposing to you.

Rest assured though that he´ll never let you wander away from him too far. You´ll spend most of your time within the castle walls and when he can´t be with you, he will still send guards to trail behind you and keep you safe while also keeping tabs on you.

He tries to be soft with you, trying really hard to gain back your trust. He quite likes holding you close, holding your hand, or kissing your cheek. It feels so romantic. This is the love he had been denied all his life, this is what he always wanted.

Naturally, he won´t let anyone interfere with your relationship. You are his and anyone that thinks differently has to be removed. He has no remorse when it comes to getting rid of any perceived rivals, though he wouldn´t get his hands dirty himself. Anyone that defies him must be removed, it´s the only way that he can build his ideal world, a world in which you are by his side forevermore.

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gerrystamour · 1 year

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because no one can break my heart like i can

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Usually, he could get away with changing the music without too much fuss, as long as Eddie wasn’t in one of his moods. Eddie would go through periods of absolute obsession, where something he liked became something he needed for survival, like air or food. Eddie got that way with music, and at the moment he was that way specifically about Dio. CW: This is PWP, and features rough sex in the back of Eddie's van. It's also part of my switch!Eddie & switch!Steve agenda, where Eddie does bottom.

May 1987

The thing about Eddie and Steve was that they would say they would do something in bed, and then never actually do it.

A lot of it came down to them just forgetting. Well, all of it did. They always just got swept up in each other when they had the time and privacy to be intimate, so their grand plans and fantasies always fell by the wayside.

Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were completely forgotten. Naturally, they were also never remembered at convenient times for Steve.

One such fantasy that was haunting him nearly daily was the one that Eddie had mentioned on his birthday, about how much he wanted to be fucked while they listened to Dio.

It was silly, stupid honestly, because Eddie hadn’t even gone into explicit detail about this fantasy like he did with others.

That didn’t stop Steve from imagining fucking Eddie on or against the nearest available surface every time Dio came on. Which meant he would usually be half-hard by the end of the song, which was annoying.

But it was avoidable for the most part, even if Dio had risen in the ranks of Steve’s personal favourite bands.

The only place he couldn’t avoid it was of course when Steve was in Eddie’s van. Usually, he could get away with changing the music without too much fuss, as long as Eddie wasn’t in one of his moods.

Eddie would go through periods of absolute obsession, where something he liked became something he needed for survival, like air or food. Eddie got that way with music, and at the moment he was that way specifically about Dio.

It didn’t help that Dio was releasing an album in a couple months. That only made Eddie’s obsession stronger which Steve honestly never thought possible.

Everything came to a head when they were driving around the outside of Hawkins, just taking in the countryside a bit while they had the afternoon free. They had spent the morning helping Claudia with groceries and cleaning the house, and then they had picked the kids up from school and dropped them all off at the Wheeler’s place.

They didn’t feel like just going back home, either to Steve’s or Eddie’s, but they also had nowhere else to go. So Eddie just kept driving. Eventually they had to switch because Eddie’s leg was getting tired after the busy morning on top of driving the van.

The entire time, Dio was playing and slowly driving Steve insane, his cock staying half-hard because all he could think about was fucking Eddie.

“Eds, can we listen to something else?” Steve asked, even though he knew the answer.

Eddie scoffed. “Nope,” he said, just as Steve predicted, and just reached over to turn the song up. It was one of Steve’s favourites, and if Eddie hadn’t apparently tied Dio to Steve’s libido permanently, he would be happily singing along with him.

Steve frowned as his cock throbbed in his jeans, but the expression eased as he saw a familiar turn-off up ahead.

“How’s your leg?” he asked, and he knew the somewhat hoarse quality to his voice would probably give him away. If Eddie was in pain, it wouldn’t be fun for him to fool around, but if his leg was just tired…

“My leg’s fine, Stevie. You’re worrying too much,” Eddie snorted, completely missing that his boyfriend was getting desperately hard in the seat next to him. Leaning forward, Eddie turned the music up louder and began yelling along with the lyrics.

Steve grit his teeth and carefully turned off onto the dirt road which followed a tree line before it went into the trees.

“Wait, where are we going?” Eddie asked, turning down the music as he glanced around.

“Taking you to a special little spot I know,” Steve replied shortly, taking a deep breath in, hoping Eddie didn’t ask something dumb.

“… Why?”

Steve rolled his eyes and reached over to grab Eddie’s wrist, yanking his hand over to rest directly over his aching hard-on. “You tell me, Eds,” he challenged with a side-long look, and he smirked at Eddie’s stunned expression.

When Steve reached a break in the trees, he carefully backed the van into the space, getting them off the road and out of sight unless someone looked directly at them. When Eddie seemed about to crawl across the bench, Steve held his hand up with a shake of his head.

“Back of the van,” he said, reaching under the driver’s seat to get Eddie’s cane for him. “Don’t climb over the benches, walk around. The ground’s pretty even here, so you should be okay.”

Eddie blinked and nodded. “Okay, yeah, sure,” he said as he opened his door and carefully got out of the van. Steve waited until Eddie shut the door before switching the cassette to Holy Diver and turning the music up a bit.

Steve met Eddie at the back of the van and opened one of the doors for Eddie to scramble inside. Following him, Steve shut the door and grabbed Eddie before he could pounce on him.

“Stevie,” Eddie whined before realizing the music was still on. “Wait, what—oh.”

The blush that came to Eddie’s cheeks was perfect as he connected the dots. Where they were, Steve’s favourite Dio album playing, the fantasy Eddie mentioned months ago…

“Oh, shit,” Eddie added eloquently, and Steve grinned wolfishly as he leaned in to kiss Eddie’s throat just below his ear.

“Tell me about that fantasy of yours,” Steve said in a low growl against Eddie’s ear, and Eddie shook.

“I mean, I just want you to fuck me while we listen—” Eddie started, but hissed when Steve pinched his nipple through his shirt.

“I want the details, Eds. I want to know exactly how you want this,” Steve groaned, pushing Eddie’s coat and battle vest off his shoulders.

Eddie shuddered. “Wanna be bent over while you fuck me, with your hand in my hair, using it for fuckin’ leverage,” Eddie gasped out, his eyes dark with his blown pupils when Steve pulled back to meet his eyes.

“What else?” Steve asked, and Eddie let out a frustrated groan.

“Stevie, I don’t know, all the blood in my body is pooling in my cock, you can’t expect me to narrate my biggest fantasy I’m about to fucking realize,” he complained, and Steve sucked his teeth.

“I can expect whatever I want from you, Eds,” Steve sighed, and Eddie stilled at his tone. Taking some pity, Steve asked, “Are we naked, or—”

“I’m naked, you keep your clothes on. Just open your fly to get your cock out and fuck me,” Eddie immediately blurted, the blush on his cheeks darkening, and Steve rewarded Eddie with a small kiss below his earlobe.

“How long do I prepare your tight little ass?” he asked, tugging Eddie’s shirt off over his shoulders.

“You don’t,” he confessed, and Steve pulled back. Eddie wouldn’t even look at him.

“What?” Steve asked, eyebrows quirked at his boyfriend.

“You don’t prepare me. Just… lots of lube and shove it in. Fuck me while I’m crying, while I’m still getting used to it,” Eddie elaborated, and Steve felt his stomach swoop and his cock throb at that.

“Condom or—”

“No condom,” Eddie immediately supplied, his voice going breathy. “Wanna feel your cum dripping down my thigh after you pull out. Wanna feel you paint my guts after you fucking rearrange them, Stevie.”

Steve groaned and hauled Eddie in for a deep, filthy kiss that had them both panting. Reaching down, Steve began undoing Eddie’s pants, and with some fumbling they managed to get them off. With one last searing kiss, Steve grabbed Eddie and spun him around to hold onto the back of the bench while he opened one of the many tackle boxes along the one side of the mattress to grab the lube.

“You want me to finger you a bit?” Steve asked, and Eddie immediately shook his head with a whine.

“No, I want—fuck, Stevie, I want it to hurt,” Eddie whined, looking over his shoulder to watch Steve slick his cock.

Smirking, Steve rubbed some of the excess lube on and around Eddie’s hole, massaging the ring of muscle and threatening to push inside but never actually following through. With a smirk, Steve pressed against Eddie’s taint and pulled a cry from his throat.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

Pouring more lube onto his hand and spreading it over his cock, Steve lifted onto his knees to line himself up.

“How fast?” Steve asked, gently pressing against Eddie’s hole.

Eddie shook and swallowed audibly. “Not slow. Just… get your cock inside me and start fucking me,” he insisted, and Steve didn’t ask again.

Steve pushed, Eddie’s tight hole stretching tightly around his cock while he sunk into his hot core. Eddie sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, his whole body shaking at the punishing slide of Steve’s thick cock into his ass, and normally that sound meant he would stop and go back to fingering Eddie open.

This time, Steve just pressed in harder, sighing happily as he bottomed out. Eddie’s hands gripped the back of the bench in front of him in a white-knuckled grip. His forehead was dropped forward as well, hiding his face from Steve which wasn’t allowed.

Grabbing a fistful of curly brown hair, Steve forcibly turned Eddie’s head so he could watch his tear-stained face.

Pulling out, Steve watched with fascination as Eddie’s eyes widened, his mouth turning down in a small frown with a pained whimper, and yet he rocked back to meet Steve’s next thrust back in. Eddie screamed, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the way his hole clenched around Steve was absolutely sinful.

With a growl, Steve refocused his grip on Eddie’s hair while his other hand wrapped around the front of his hip. With another hungry sound, Steve picked up the pace to match the song that was playing now, dragging Eddie back onto his cock with the grip in his hair. It was Steve’s favourite on the whole album, one he thought about fucking Eddie to constantly and now he finally got to.

Eddie was sobbing as Steve pounded into him, choking when Steve timed five powerful thrusts against his ass with the drums of the song. Then the song went into the guitar solo, and Steve twisted Eddie’s hair around his hand and wrist before dropping forward to grip the bench as well.

His hips sped up against Eddie’s ass, keeping time with the guitar solo and punching little, hiccupping cries out of Eddie. Pulling Eddie’s hair and forcing his head back, Steve gazed down at Eddie's tear-streaked face, his dark eyes hazily meeting his own.

“Stevie,” Eddie sobbed through another shudder, his hole clenching around Steve’s girth.

“Gonna feel me for days, huh, Eds?” Steve cooed, and Eddie sobbed and tried to nod, but Steve’s hold on his hair didn’t allow for it.

“Yes, fuck, yes, Stevie. Make me feel it,” Eddie gasped out, practically screaming when Steve returned to the short, powerful bursts of thrusts as the song was getting closer to ending. There was a moment where the angle changed and then Eddie was screaming, his hole becoming impossibly tight around Steve.

There was something about Eddie coming untouched, his orgasm ripping through him despite only being fucked. There were no hands on his cock, just Steve’s dick pounding into him and just barely catching his prostate on the slide inward.

Steve went to pull out when Eddie reached back to stop him.

“Don’t stop!” Eddie begged, shaking so hard Steve almost ignored his plea. “Please, Steve, need you to come inside me, need it, need it, need it—”

Steve stopped Eddie’s frantic chanting with a quick snap of his hips, driving into Eddie with his selfish desire to come. He wasn’t sure just how long it took Steve to chase his release, fucking Eddie’s tight hole with abandon and spurred on by his boyfriend’s shattered little noises.

Finally, Steve felt the coil in his gut go taut, ready to snap. With a grunt, Steve thrust into Eddie four more times, the way his hips met Eddie’s brutal and unforgiving. When his balls pulled tight, Steve dragged Eddie back to sit on his lap and lean against his chest, driving his cock as deep as possible as it began to shoot hot, thick ropes of cum inside him.

In his lap, Eddie shook helplessly, his head falling back to rest on Steve’s shoulder. Curiously, Steve could see that Eddie was still hard, so he reached around and grabbed his cock. The sound Eddie made was absolutely wounded as he bucked between Steve’s hand and the dick in his ass.

Steve did not waste time before he was pumping his fist up-and-down in a quick, determined pace, curious to see if Eddie would come again so quickly. Just when it seemed doubtful, Eddie arched and writhed through another orgasm, his voice breaking around his cry.

They sat there panting for several moments in the now-quiet van, the tape having already ended.

“How was that?” Steve asked knowingly, and kissed Eddie’s throat.

Eddie mumbled something, the words slurring together a bit, before he cleared his throat. “You know how that was,” he managed eventually, his breath leaving him again as he shifted his ass on Steve’s lap, the softening cock inside him allowing a slow trickle of cum to come out around it.

“Still wanna hear you say it,” Steve sighed, lifting Eddie off of him and propping him back up against the bench to look at his hole.

It was red, a bit puffy and stretched out, but ultimately okay. Being a little mean, Steve probed the abused pucker with his fingers, shivering a bit at the wet sticky mess he left there with his release. Eddie was whimpering against the bench as Steve worked one and then two fingers in and out of him.

“Steve, I can’t—no more,” Eddie finally gasped out, and Steve immediately withdrew, groaning as a thick drop of cum came out of Eddie’s ass with his fingers. “Holy fucking shit, Stevie, that was—fuck, how am I supposed to fucking sit now?”

Steve just grinned and leaned over to kiss the back of Eddie’s shoulder. “Happy?” he asked instead of answering Eddie’s question.

Eddie shuffled until he was cuddling up to Steve comfortably. “Yeah, Stevie, I’m happy,” he sighed, gazing lovingly at Steve as he shifted so they were laying down together. “I love you.”

Steve grinned and kissed Eddie sweetly. “Love you too, Eds,” he replied, deepening the kiss and squeezing Eddie tight against his chest.

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And that kids is, how I met your mother

Hi everyone! I'm so happy you liked my work 'And that kids is how I met your mother'. Since you all liked the background story of her family so much, I decided to introduce you all to Y/N's chaotic family, the Order of the Dark Knights! Consider it a gift from me! The next part of my fic will be coming soon but until then please enjoy and let me know your thoughts and comments on this because I worked hard on this.

The Order of the Dark Knights

"Family isn't always blood. Family is who you carry with you forever. It's the people who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.

Y/Father's Name

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

Position.

Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights, a feared gang in Ketterdam.

Former heir of a prestigious Ravkan noble aristocratic family

Former Seargent Major in the Ravkan Army.

Dangerous Criminal and mastermind who has no limitations.

Politician in the Merchant Council

Businessman of his legitimate criminal organization empire.

Alias and Nicknames

The Grim Reaper

The Destroyer of Worlds

The Bringer of Destruction

The Devil

Mr. Y/Father's Last Name

Soldier Boy (Affectionately named by Sebastian Dante)

Tragic Crime Lord (Mockingly used by his friends)

Onion

Pineapple (Because being called these annoys him)

Daddy

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent, professional, and pragmatic.

Business management

Military training

Strategic and tactful.

Calm and cold, prefers not to be emotional.

Leadership

Manipulation

Deduction

Cunning and resourceful.

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Prefers not to hurt innocent civilians

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Blackmail

Kidnapping and abduction

Freeing indentured and enslaved people.

Bribery

Assault and battery

Name a crime and he and his team has done it.

Humiliating Pekka Rollins by always being one step ahead of him.

Threatening the Darkling and fighting against him to protect Maya Sharma's location.

Blackmailing and intimidating the Darkling to stay away from Maya and his crew.

Carrying out an assassination of a high-ranking councilor and the King's best friend.

Carrying out an assassination of the Queen of Shu and her husband.

Carrying out an assassination of one of the former Grimjer King in the Fjerdan Royal Family.

Carrying out an assassination of a filthy, dirty mercher who had twisted views on Grisha and women.

Stealing the Crown of the King from the Great Palace along with many valuable paintings, documents, and jewelry that was named the Grand Heist without being noticed or taking a single shot but did blow up the ridiculous lawn and the dome of the palace just for fun.

Carrying out a heist to rescue the daughter of the prominent Minister of Trade in Novyi Zemeni by gatecrashing her wedding and helping her escape from marrying an eighty-five-year-old man.

Carrying out an assassination on the Minister of Foreign Policy in Novyi Zem who had radical and dangerous ideas of diplomacy bordering on war.

Stealing valuable paintings and sculptures and selling them to the highest bidder.

Shooting a drunk man who abused his wife and his children daily.

Stealing valuable treasures from all over the world.

When Pekka Rollins threatened him, your father responded by pouring pigs blood all over Pekka Rollins who was at a public event.

For being an incredibly annoying asshole who many want to punch.

For outsmarting many crime families and criminals that got close to killing him.

Loves

Doing crime and looking good doing it.

Riding horses and taking care of them.

Smoking

Drinking

Scheming the downfall of his enemies.

Spending time with his friends and family.

Playing pranks with his son on his best friends and listening to him, talking to him, and teasing him about girls.

Holding his daughter in his arms, having tea parties and braiding her hair, and doing anything to see her smile and laugh happily.

Playing cards and laughing with his found family.

Watching his son and daughter grow up and being there for both of them.

Treasures

His found family

His daughter and son

His criminal empire and his kruge.

His pocket watch

His cigarette lighter.

His gun.

His son's flowers.

His daughter's art and essays.

Songs

Legend by the Score - Here we go, here we go. It's my turn to make history. Here we go, here we go. When I'm gone they'll remember me.

Wanted Man by Royal Deluxe - I'm a wanted man. I got blood on my hands. Do you understand? I'm a wanted man.

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Seeds - You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams. He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems.

Family Line by Conan Gray - Oh, all that I did to try to undo it, All of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this. All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same

Achilles Come Down by Gangs of Youth - Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love. How you will heal and you'll rise above. Crowned by an overture bold and beyond. Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

Light by Sleeping at Last - I'll give you everything I have, I'll teach you everything I know. I promise I'll do better. I will always hold you close but I will learn to let you go. I promise I'll do better. I will soften every edge, I'll hold the world to its best. And I'll do better. With every heartbeat I have left I will defend your every breath. And I'll do better

Famous Quote

"When I sleep, I have a dream. And in my dream, someone wants my crown."

Sebastian Dante

"If it's time to go, remember the best. Remember what you are leaving. My friends have always been the best of me."

Position.

Second in Command of the Order of the Dark Knights.

A former soldier in the Ravkan Army.

A dangerous sharpshooter who never misses a shot.

Godfather to Y/N, the daughter of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Prankmaster General.

Best friend of Y/FN, the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Alias and Nicknames

The Ketterdam Bandit

Killer King

Charming Rogue

Seb

Baz

Bastian

Idiot

Moron

Fucker

Mischief maker

Prankster.

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent

Military training

Strategic.

Manipulation

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Observant and stealthy

Gifted with the ability to assemble contraptions from spare parts.

Good at being the distraction.

Master of playing the idiot while pulling off clever ruses and telling half-truths and proving to be an effective liar.

Ruthless and resilient

Flirtatious and charming.

Adventurous, emotional, and unpredictable.

Gives good hugs.

Eccentric, tender, and playful with a childlike nature that talked to children as equals, acknowledged their issues, and has compassion and love for them, helping them out if they are upset and scared.

Hopeful, optimistic, brave, and trustworthy.

Self-sacrificing and loyal until the very end.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

His endless charm

Kidnapping and abduction

Freeing indentured and enslaved people.

Assault and battery

Shooting people in style.

Memorable Moments

Flirting with literally everyone to get out of trouble. He brags that he almost seduced your father to his friends but nobody believes him until one day, Sebastian winks charmingly and dramatically at your father, and your father grins and winks back. Everyone loses their shit and chaos ensue.

Disobeying your father's orders by taking you to Ketterdam on the first days you were found. You were being pushed in a stroller by Sebastian, Yuri, and David when a bunch of men who had a vendetta against them chased them down. Yuri stayed back to distract the men but some of the men got past him and chased Sebastian and David who split up. Some men chased David who had the stroller in his hands which fell down a couple of stairs revealing just a blanket and pillows. You were relatively safe with Sebastian who was being chased by a couple of other men who shot at him. He grew very angry at the idiots shooting at you and using violence in front of the baby and kept you aside safely, and shot them all, killing them.

Playing spectacular pranks on the rival gangs, especially on Pekka Rollins.

Pekka Rollins would come back home to find his home flooded with soapy bubbles. Sebastian would glue a donkey onto the roof of Pekka's club. He'd glue the furniture onto the ceiling. Portraits that had been in the same spots for a long time were suddenly replaced by different portraits. Every wall of the Dime Lions' place would be painted hot pink. Replacing Pekka's shampoo with bright yellow and turquoise dye. As the pranks increased, Pekka was paranoid that one of his ancestors was displeased with him, and the Dime Lions grew scared that it was the spirits of those they killed taking revenge.

Being mistaken as your father's husband many times all around the world and is very proud of it. He pretends to be married to your father to get whatever he wants and puts it on your father's tab.

Being the only one who can get your father to eat a decent meal and sleep for a proper amount of hours.

Screaming in happiness and bursting into tears when your father asked him to be your godfather.

Being a very loving godfather who cried in joy when you took your first step, said your first word, and wailed when you went to school.

Loves

Scheming and playing pranks on friends and enemies alike.

Drinking, dancing, and gambling

Styling his hair and looking at himself in the mirror.

Babysitting his goddaughter and his nephew.

Spending time with his friends and family.

Teasing his friends, especially your father.

Kissing his husband and boasting about how awesome his husband is.

Treasures

His best friend and brother, Y/FN.

His husband and his best friends.

His goddaughter and his nephew.

His precious revolvers.

His cool coat. (Your father thinks it looks silly but Sebastian thinks he looks very handsome in it.)

A bottle of whisky. ("Y/FN, stop reminding me of the reason I drink every night)

Your ideas for pranks and everything about you.

Songs

You're My Best Friend by Queen - Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine. And I want you to know that my feelings are true. I really love you.

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy by Queen - I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command.

Monsters in the Dark by Mykey - And a single step is all it takes. Over oceans, all emotions, I feel trapped under the weight. Can’t keep my head above water long enough to say that I love and miss you dearly more and more after each day.

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush - And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places. Be runnin' up that road, Be runnin' up that hill, Be runnin' up that building

Long Live by Taylor Swift - Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made". And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid. Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. I was screaming, "Long live the look on your face" and bring on all the pretenders. One day we will be remembered

O' Children by Nick Cave and the Seeds - Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear, my darling one. The cleaners are coming, one by one. You don't even want to let them start.

Famous Quote

I'll be a story in your head. But that's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one. Because it was, you know? It was the best.

Minjun Park

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves. It is not my nature."

Position.

Legal and Business Advisor of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Closest confidante regarding the schemes and heists.

Respected Alumni and Scholar of the University of Ketterdam.

Uncle to you and your brother.

Happily married to his wife, Ari.

Head negotiator in charge of negotiating with rival gangs and other business parties.

Talented swordsman and sharpshooter.

Alias and Nicknames

The Wordsmith.

The Checkmate

Silvertongue

Trickster

Moonpie (Nickname affectionately given by his best friends)

Minnie (Sebastian nearly died when he said this nickname)

Know - It - All

Smartass

Baby boy

Mom (Minjun has simply resigned himself to being called the mom of the group)

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent, logical, creative and strategic.

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Observant.

Knowledgeable in many areas of expertise.

Well-read and well-dressed.

Good communication skills in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Suli, Ravkan, Kerch, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Patient and persuasive.

Adaptable and assertive.

Ruthless and resourceful.

Conflict resolution and value proposition.

Decision-making and problem-solving.

Ruthless and resourceful.

Trustworthy and kind.

Curious

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Blackmail

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Memorable Moments

Powerful negotiation skills that have the element of surprise.

Saving his friends from trouble by taking advantage of the loopholes in the law.

Defeating opponents with well-chosen words, philosophy, and reverse psychology.

Slamming a man's head on the table until blood was all he could see just for insulting his wife.

Calling a city-wide 'missing persons' search with speeches, pamphlets, notices, posters, and appeals whenever his friends' favorite things go missing such as when David's favorite pillow went missing.

Discussing the likelihood of Vasily becoming a good king within earshot of the Queen of Ravka and Prince Vasily.

Teaching you and your brother rude Latin phrases under the pretense that it's Shu.

When he heard that the King of Ravka was giving a speech to allies gathered together in Ravka for a conference, he found a way to get his hands on his speech that was written in highbrow Shu and edit it into a potentially offending and hilarious speech that everyone laughed out loudly until they cried when performed.

Punishing people for simply 'being in his way', 'breathing too loudly', 'existing', 'blinking four times in ten seconds', ' walking in front of them', and 'thinking that you were more fabulous than me'.

Telling his friends off for swearing in front of the children and once threatened to wash their mouths with soap and water.

Forces Sebastian to eat his vegetables if he wants dessert.

Carries Natalia to bed and tucks her in after a particularly tiring and exhausting mission.

Insists on changing his friends' bandages.

Always complaining about the mess in their place in Ketterdam. (Yuri, do you know what a wardrobe is?)

Fusses over Holly constantly.

Wiping the dirt off David's face with a handkerchief with a motherly sigh.

Comforts Ari and Maya when they find a hole in their clothes and sewing it right back up for them.

Nags your father to go to sleep and once drugged his coffee to get him to sleep.

Accompanies Adira to pray with her and gets her to eat when she is tired.

Gets very excited about his friends' accomplishments and boasts about it to anyone and everyone.

Loves

Reading books in the quiet of the library or his bedroom.

Spending time with his wife, talking with her, and listening to her play music.

Shopping for impeccable and well-tailored suits with Y/FN.

Taking his nephew and niece to gamble and playing cards with them. (Every time he goes with them, he wins a lot of money)

Cleaning the whole house, getting it spotless for the children.

Listening to his friends come up with the silliest ideas and spending time with them.

Putting up with his friends' shenanigans, pranks, and silly ideas because they were worse than children.

Encouraging your brother's and your love for learning by acknowledging and indulging their curiosity to experiment and explore new things.

Being fiercely sassy with your mother whenever she suggests that girls should be seen and not heard and boys shouldn't be so soft and sweet.

Treasures

His wonderful and intelligent wife, Ari.

His books.

His best friends.

Your brother and you.

His precious and stylish clothes.

His wine.

His money.

Your and your brother's accomplishments

Songs

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender - I was far too scared to hit him but I would hit him in a heartbeat now. That's the thing with anger. It begs to stick around. So it can fleece you of your beauty, and leave you spent with nowt to offer. Makes you hurt the ones who love you

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift - But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer - Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet. Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. Late night devil, put your hands on me. And never, never, never ever let go

Brother by Kodaline - We've taken different paths and traveled different roads. I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old. And when you're in the trenches and you're under fire I will cover you.

Forest Fire by Brighton - I'm gonna carry your bones, I'm gonna carry them all, I'm gonna carry you home. And oh, I'm gonna bury these bones. I'm gonna write it in stone that you were my home, my home. How was I to know that you're my home? But now, I'm lost, so lost.

Soldier, Poet, King by Oh Hellos - There will come a poet whose weapon is His word. He will slay you with His tongue

Famous Quote

But no matter how far we venture into the unknown, the worse monsters are those that we bring with us.

Yuri Ivanov

"They are the weak ones. Because they'll never know love or friendship. They'll never know the beauty and happiness your friendship has brought to my life. And I feel sorry for them. "

Position.

Demolitions Expert and the Genius Inventor in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Happily married to his husband, Sebastian Dante.

Second favorite uncle of yours and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Angel of Death

Avalanche

Crossfire

Ivanov

Mad Hatter (Because his selection in hats is madly ridiculous)

Commander of Chaos

Bombass (Because his butt is da bomb according to his husband)

Sunshine

Sweetheart

Freckles

Bambi (Because he tripped down three flights of staircases and still walked fine)

Talents and Skills

Clever and imaginative.

Empathetic and kind

Can invent something out of anything random and different.

Passionate and outspoken.

Daring and brave.

Proficiency in combat and demolitions.

Resourceful.

Honest.

Has a vast range of knowledge regarding demolitions.

Talented in speaking Ravkan, Kerch, and Suli.

Flirtatious and charming.

Trustworthy and loyal.

Responsible.

Famous for

Mass murder

Vandalism and destruction of property.

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Memorable Moments

Blowing up everything spectacularly.

Building a shrine to Maya's hair.

Starting a new religion based on Sankta Adira with ceremonial robes, pamphlets, speeches, candles, notices, and a merchandise stall.

Bringing pornographic magazines to the library and the University of Ketterdam bookshops as an example of 'fine erotic literature,

Forging passionate ardent love letters to Pekka Rollins with the help of his friends pretending that it's from his ardent secret admirers in Ketterdam.

Forging letters from Pekka Rollins' mother expressing disgust for his dirty teeth and stupid beard.

Sending a get well soon card to Pekka Rollins every week. Pekka wasn't ill, Yuri just thought he could be a better person.

Sending toothpaste, toothbrushes, shaving cream, and a razor with a stink bomb and a glitter bomb in the care package sent to Pekka Rollins on his birthday, Valentine's Day, and Christmas Day.

Wearing a mourning veil for seven months when Pekka Rollin's beard was mysteriously shaved off.

Inventing a set of fireworks that formed into a dangerous crow that chased Pekka Rollins around Ketterdam leaving him and his Dime Lions with burns.

Decorating Ketterdam with banners and pictures of Sebastian on his birthday, his half birthday, his quarter birthday, the anniversary of his first crime, the anniversary of their marriage, and basically whenever he wants the world to know just how much he loves his husband.

Being undercover at Pekka's house with Ari when Pekka's wife went into labor. (Oh my water broke! Don't worry, we'll just get you a new one. Oh Saints, you mean your body water... that's much worse!)

Basically, after a lot of screaming, hyperventilating, and blood, Yuri and Ari managed to deliver Alby Rollins and get the fuck out of there. (I can't believe I witnessed and delivered that demon Rollin's child. Am I the godfather now?)

Loves

Long walks out in the country

Swimming and climbing trees.

Feeding ducks at the pond and having lazy and long picnics.

Playing fun games with you and your brother.

Going out shopping for his hats that get madder and madder each and every time.

Inventing new gadgets and building bombs.

Explaining his new inventions to you and your brother and teaching you two how to build bombs and grenades in a safe environment. (This resulted in one blowing up the chimney in one of the rooms. It was obvious that it didn't sit well with your father.)

Laughing and planning pranks with his husband Sebastian.

Challenging his best friends to drinking games and arm wrestling and losing.

Babysitting you and your brother with Uncle Sebastian.

Treasures

His wonderful and loving husband, Sebastian.

His books and chemistry set.

His best friends.

Your brother and you.

His hats.

His work.

The smiles and laughs of you and your brother.

Songs

Scrawny by Wallows - I say the wrong shit at the right times. If I'm offending them, I don't mind. Maybe they all should listen to me. It isn't all about what you see. Question though, how do I look to you? Am I so thin that you can see through?

Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money - I love the smell of gasoline. I light the match to taste the heat. I've always liked to play with fire. Play with fire. I've always liked to play with fire

Born For This by The Score - We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain. We come from different places but have the same name. 'Cause we were born for this. We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame. Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame. 'Cause we were, 'cause we were, 'cause we were, 'cause we were born for this. We were born for this.

Thunder by Imagine Dragons - Just a young gun with a quick fuse.I was uptight, wanna let loose. I was dreaming of bigger things and wanna leave my own life behind. Not a "Yes, sir", not a follower. Fit the box, fit the mold, have a seat in the foyer, take a number. I was lightning before the thunder

You Are Enough by Sleeping at Last - You're enough, you're enough, you're enough, you are enough. These little words, somehow they're changing us. You're enough, you're enough, you are enough. So we let our shadows fall away like dust

Young Hearts by Strange Talk - Remember all the memories and every little fantasy. Careless about destiny, destiny. We don't have the time to sleep. There's every possibility. We have got a history, history. We're young hearts. Look at us go! All we really need is a stereo. We're young hearts. Look at us go! There's no stopping us we will carry on

Someone to You by Banners - And if the sun starts setting, the sky goes cold. Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall. I really need somebody to call my own. I wanna be somebody to someone. Someone to you

Famous Quote

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I will always be in your heart. If you hate me, I will always be in your mind.

David Lebedev

"Home is not where you are from, but where you are wanted."

Position.

Weapons master in the Order of the Dark Knights

Secret Weapon of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Head of recruitment and training in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Former Stadwatch Captain

Loving and devoted uncle to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Bloodhound

Wicked Prince

The Inhumane

The Dark Wizard

The Mad Freak

Genesis

Uncle Davy

Davy Boy

Wonder Boy

Dancing King

Angel

Sire

Prat

Talents and Skills

Strong and courageous

Loyal and stubborn

Kind and understanding

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, and Fjerdan.

A shapeshifter

Super speed

Super strength

Good sense of direction

Can understand animals

Protective of the people he cares

Good intuition

Gentle and calm

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Confusing, distracting, and taking down the enemies with his super speed, super strength, and shape-shifting.

Memorable Moments

Transforming himself into people's worst fears.

Transforming himself into people and things that people love to cheer them up.

Knocking out a giant muscled man unconscious with one punch.

Doing chores and finishing fights with super speed.

Having a soft spot for animals and adopting any animal he saw.

Adopting cats, dogs, cows, birds, horses, a monkey, and your father had to put his foot down when David was ready to adopt an elephant. It simply could not be allowed.

Taking animal form and talking to animals to find out information and secrets.

Starting a Ketterdam Animal Shelter and founding the Ketterdam Animal Welfare and Protection Association.

Has an entire pocket dedicated to chocolate and protects it with his life.

If everyone in Ketterdam hears, "WHO THE FUCK ATE MY CHOCOLATE?", it is common practice to hide and run for their lives. Good luck, you bastards.

Transforming to be a cat to sneak into Pekka's office and listen to his conversations and made a mess of his office.

Transforming into a dog to relieve himself on Pekka's shoes and bite Pekka very hard.

Transforming himself into a horse to throw Pekka Rollins off his back and trample him.

Transforming into Pekka Rollins when Rollins was out of the country and giving ridiculous orders and orders that were advantageous to your father.

The Dime Lions are horrified to find their leader flirting with the leader of the Order of the Dark Knights and many of them faint at the sight of Pekka Rollins kissing Maya's hand, bowing before Adira, complimenting Natalia and Ari, high-fiving Holly and snogging Sebastian and Yuri and sweet talking Minjun. Pekka Rollins comes back to Kerch to find the Dime Lions considerably horrified and concerned that he has made a fool of himself in front of every criminal gang and citizen in Ketterdam.

Transforming into normal and ordinary citizens or members of gangs when he needed to hide from being chased. (Have you seen that inhumane brat, David? I've never heard of this David but he sounds amazing.)

Gets everyone to practice drills for fighting. Doesn't matter if it's a day off. (GET UP YOU LAZY SCUM! TIME FOR PRACTICES! David, it's literally 4 on Christmas morning, how the fuck did you get inside our house? DOESN'T MATTER, YOUR ENEMY NEVER TAKES A BREAK AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU!)

Made a fake map and spread rumors claiming that the trail in it led to the lost treasure of the Fjerdan Royal Family which fell into the hands of Pekka Rollins who followed it relentlessly but it actually led to a shady pub in Shu Han.

Challenging other gangs to settle their conflicts with each other only by interpretive dance-offs and remembered for their amazing dance moves.

Loves

Playing pranks on his friends by shapeshifting into different forms and tricking them.

Running races with you and your brother.

Eating sweet treats and good food with you.

Listening to gossip and sharing his own gossip with his friends and spending time with them.

Competing with the rest of your uncles and aunts to win your and your brother's favor by spoiling both of you with the best of presents.

Scolding anyone who dares to use a weapon or filthy language within the vicinity of children.

Going shopping with you for dresses and art supplies.

Dancing with everyone to the music and dedicating many dances to you as he twirls you around, smiling at your beaming face.

Playing childish games with you and your brother.

Helping you and your brother prank the rest of your aunts and uncles.

Treasures

The dances he has with you and the rest of his friends.

The art you draw and paint for him especially a portrait of him.

His best friends.

Animals.

Your brother and you.

His position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Songs

We Will Rock You by Queen - Buddy, you're a young man, hard man, shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday. You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place. We will, we will rock you, sing it! We will, we will rock you

Could Have Been Me by The Struts - I wanna taste love and pain, Wanna feel pride and shame. I don't wanna take my time, don't wanna waste one line. I wanna live better days, never look back and say it could have been me. It could have been me, yeah

Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab - Well baby, you are all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine - Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father. Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers. Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

Yellow by Coldplay - Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful. And you know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so.

Home by Dotan - The sound of the wind is whispering in your head. Can you feel it coming back? Through the warmth, through the cold, keep running till we're there. We're coming home now, we're coming home now

Famous Quote

I am looking out for you. I am protecting you. It is my duty.

Maya Sharma

"Girls like us are born in a storm. We have lightning in our souls, thunder in our hearts, and chaos in our bodies."

Position.

The most powerful and dangerous Grisha in the Order of the Dark Knights

Advisor regarding Grisha powers and politics in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Former prisoner in the Ravkan palace.

A dangerous Grisha targeted and wanted by many.

Darkling's lover who faked her death once she understood his plans to weaponize her but was caught by him in the end and trapped in Ravka to stop her.

Beautiful and kind aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Enchantress

The Monstrous Magician

Dangerous Duchess

Wicked Witch

Abominable Angel

The Sorceress without a Home

Bitch

Epitome of Evil

Maya Darling

Sharma

Mayflower

Amethyst

Violet (Because of her entrancing purple eyes)

Mai

MiMi

May

Princess

Queen Maya

Mazie

Girl Boss

Witch (Affectionately used by her friends)

Marigold

Talents and Skills

The immortal and ancient creature who has lived for centuries.

Indomitable

Loyal and courageous

Intelligent and cunning

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency.

A dangerous Grisha who possesses the powers of a squaller, a heartrender, a healer, an inferni, a fabrikator, and a tidemaker.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Shu, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Powerful and ambitious

Willing to do what is necessary.

Rational and analytical

Confident

Caring

Ruthless

Protective of those she cares about and those who are misunderstood and innocent.

Hides her emotions from the rest of the world

Displays outstanding leadership qualities

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Smuggling and freeing Grisha from the grip of the Darkling.

Planning and engaging in secret missions to ensure the safety of Grisha in Ketterdam, freeing them from being transported to Fjerda and rescuing them from the grip of Shu Han.

Her enormous and dangerous powers frighten the enemies.

Memorable Moments

Painting murals of the Order of the Dark Knights in front of the Dime Lions' territory.

Telling new recruits to the Order of the Dark Knights that the only way to be allowed and accepted as a true member is to perform the ritual involving pouring blood over themselves and then performing Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet from the rooftops of the Church of Barter in a white dressing gown.

Creating a map that showed her closest friends where everyone's exact positions were at that moment in time and identified individuals by name even those who are strangers but locked it by a password.

Playing strip poker, strip chess, strip marbles, and strip roulette.

Founding Secret Santa in Ketterdam for queer kids and people so that they get gifts on Christmas, even if it's not from their blood family, and celebrating a big Christmas party with lots of food and mistletoe to spoil her queer kids.

Trying to sneak mistletoe above Sebastian's and Yuri's heads when they were pining for each other to try and force them together to realize their feelings for each other. (Maya, it's nearly March. Enough with the bloody mistletoe. You're either part of the mission or part of the problem, Y/FN. Now shut up and help me hang this, you're taller.)

Waking up in the middle of the night and making and eating snacks. (Why are you making chocolate waffles in the middle of the night? Because I've lost control of my life, David.)

Used her power to keep your father safe from the Darkling.

Made the Darkling cry with her sass while your father stood behind her proudly.

Bursting into Minjun and Ari's room during emergencies (Are we - stop screaming, it's me - have you seen my eyeliner?)

Organizing sleepovers for all her friends because all of them had bad nightmares and when one of them woke up shaking and crying, the rest of them would be there for them comforting and helping through the nightmares.

Used her powers to make other people happy. She'd used her ability as a heartrender to calm down Sebastian's anxiety attacks and the blood pressure the stress would cause your father. She'd use her powers as the healer to heal scars, wounds, and bruises caused in fights that they'd get into. When it was hot and warm, she'd bring sweet and cooling breezes that would bring relief to them all. She'd make it rain and storm so Adira could run into the rain and dance in it. She'd help Yuri with his inventions with her abilities as a fabrikator and an inferni. She liked dousing her friends with water as a tidemaker, laughing at their shocked and infuriated expressions when they were all wet.

In the same way, she'd use her powers to hurt those who were a threat to her freedom. She burned down Pekka's best casinos to the ground. Ari and Maya bonded together by torturing their enemies with their abilities as the heartrender, giving them the most slow and painful cruel torture until they surrendered.

Loves

Cherishing her freedom away from the Darkling.

Telling stories about Grisha and myths of the world to you and your brother.

Braiding your hair and styling it in different ways.

Nurturing the plants in the garden with your brother.

Participating in silly games and funny pranks of your uncles and aunts that make her smile and laugh.

Dancing and singing.

Loves dressing up and enchanting people with her beauty in to telling them whatever she needs to know.

Loves taking you shopping for pretty dresses.

Likes gossiping with Adira, Holly, Ari, and Natalia over tea.

Talking with your father who is her closest confidante who keeps her safe.

Teaching you how to do your makeup and letting you and your brother practice your makeup skills on her.

Teaching you about how powerful and deceiving beauty is.

Talking about politics with her friends over coffee and brandy.

Performing funny tricks with her powers to entertain you and your brother.

Letting you stay past your bedtime and letting you have as many sweets as you want.

Older than your father and the rest of her friends so loves flexing it annoying your father the most. (Respect your elders asshole. As the fairest, prettiest, best and oldest member of the Order of the Dark Knights, you should listen to me. Age before beauty, Sebastian, no wait I've got that too. How I am the oldest of all of you and I look so young and beautiful? One of life's greatest mysteries)

Treasures

Her power

Her life and freedom.

Her ability to do something good and help innocent people.

The trust your father places in her.

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her collection of beautiful dresses and pretty shoes. .

Her position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Songs

Run Boy Run by Woodkid - Tomorrow is another day. And you won't have to hide away. You'll be a man, boy! But for now, it's time to run, it's time to run!

Boss Bitch by Doja Cat - All of my bad pics been all my best ones. I wear the hat and I wear the pants. I am advanced so I get advance. And I do my dance and cancel the plans. Said, boo, don't be mad 'cause you had a chance, drop.

Monsters by Ruelle - You've got no place to hide. And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. One look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming. Gonna eat you alive.

Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift - How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again. And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.

Matilda by Harry Styles - You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

I Lived by One Republic - Hope when you take that jump, you don't fear the fall. Hope when the water rises you built a wall. Hope when the crowd screams out its screaming your name. Hope if everybody runs you choose to stay

Famous Quote

"In the end, you just get tired. Tired of the struggle. Tired of losing everyone who matters to you. Tired of watching everything turn into dust. That's why I need the mayflies. You see the mayflies know more than I do. They know how beautiful and precious life is because it is fleeting. "

Natalia Alexandrov

"Promise me, you'll always remember you are braver than you believe, you are stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."

Position.

The dangerous spy in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Close advisor and secretary to the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Godmother to Y/N, the daughter of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights

Lovely and kind aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Phantom

Shadow

Spymaster

The Invisible Illusionist

Mystique

The Mysterious Murderess

The Cursed Bride

Nat

Natty

Lia

Talia

Lovely

Darling

Sweetness

Shortstack

Shortcake

Shortie

Talents and Skills

Clever and intelligent

Silent and stealthy

Calm under pressure

Understanding of collecting information and secrets.

Deceptive and manipulative

Attentive and observant

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency

Gifted in creating lethal poisons, potions and antidotes.

Gifted in speaking, writing and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Soft-spoken

strong

Loyal

Kind

Patient

Dedicated

Dangerous and ruthless when attacked and provoked.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Married ten husbands who died under mysterious circumstances shortly after their marriage leaving her their fortune and inheritance.

Memorable Moments

Being the one that everyone goes to at night, crawling into Natalia's bed when they have crazy, bad, horrid nightmares because she has this comforting and kind presence that soothes their mind and Natalia doesn't mind at all.

Giving Holly piggyback rides.

Sketching out accurate maps of Ketterdam for her best friends.

Giving one of the best ideas for Sebastian's pranks for April Fools Day, is to do absolutely nothing but pretend like he has done something. By midday, everyone in Ketterdam is paranoid and already on edge. Sebastian shares a subtle grin with Natalia who hides her own clever and pleased smirk.

She loves knitting scarves, sweaters, and socks for her friends for Christmas, Valentine's day, birthdays, anniversaries, and just any time to make them feel special and wanted. But one day after a particularly hurtful and tiring mission, she received a beautifully wrapped package that she opened to find a sweater that looked like it was knitted with great effort by someone for the first time. The sweater was lavender with her initials on the back with a note attached to the back 'To Natalia, thank you for making us all feel special. Y/FN.". She's not ashamed to say that she cried in gratitude and happiness and her respect for your father increased after that.

Giving Minjun a self-annotated Shu poetry book that he had been talking about. Minjun denies that he almost cried when he saw it.

Lets Adira, Ari, and Holly paint her nails.

Calming lost children and helping them out.

Holding the door for someone who was carrying something heavy or had busy hands.

Being the one to start the annual Order of the Knights food fight festival. Natalia jumped onto the tables and yelled for a food fight in the bar. For once, there are no different criminal gangs, there are just people who are having fun. Minjun, Ari, Yuri, and Maya get way into it fighting methodically and strategically. Holly, Adira. Sebastian and David are surprisingly good at finding just who to hit and keeping things going. The Dime Lions getting into an all-out war with the Order of the Dark Knights. Grisha powers are being used to get the advantage in this game but no one cares because everyone is having fun as they dump food and drinks on each other with their hands. The entire room freezing up when Pekka Rollins gets hit by a steak and kidney pie to his face. The entirety of both gangs declaring a food war and breaking into chaos when they realize that it was your father who threw the pie at Pekka.

People would constantly throw things at her just to watch the way she'd almost subconsciously snatch it out of the air. Holly would throw a knife at Natalia but without looking up, she'd pull it out of the air like it was nothing. Everyone found it very endearing and was super fascinated with this talent.

Commentating on their fights with gangs peppering it with gossip for entertainment. Sebastian and Holly would be welcomed as guest commentators. (Yes, that's a perfect punch from David to Svelten who is very much distracted by the fact that he got cheated on by his girlfriend, sorry about that mate. No, Mary, I will not ask out Maya for you. Lancaster has just been shot in the tits by Sebastian - OW that has got to hurt. Oh and another perfect shot to the head by Sebastian, proving once again all you need is style and good looks, am I right? If he can bloody take that down those men, then Sebastian you can pay me the fifteen kruge you owe me. PEKKA JUST HIT YURI IN HIS JAW! THAT IS HIS BEST FEATURE, PEKKA, IF IT IS BROKEN, I WILL POISON YOUR BREAKFAST! Yes, Y/FN, this is highly important information - oh look, you've made me miss an opportunity to punch this bastard. Oh look at Adira go, dodging that knife that John threw which nobody saw because of the cascade of dandruff that fell from his hair and covered the entirety of Ketterdam. Don't fucking shoot me, you bastard, hair care is important, you are blinding all of the innocent citizens of Ketterdam... it bloody looks like it just snowed. Excellent beating from Y/FN knocking Pekka to the floor while maintaining a handsome bone structure and gorgeous hair, how does he do it? Oh, and Pekka tries to get up but Minjun literally whacks him with his beautiful umbrella and Ari takes him down beautifully. I normally don't condone violence but as you can imagine, desperate times call for desperate measures. Oh do stop moaning Pekka, you're not dying - can someone please shut him up - thank you, Ari.)

On the anniversaries of her husbands' deaths, her friends would shove everyone out of the way saying 'Move over peasants, let the Cursed Bride through!' while Natalia was carried on the shoulders of David and Minjun and Ari played epic music on the violin.

Loves

Embroidery and sewing dresses for her goddaughter.

Knitting scarves, sweaters, and socks for her friends and you and your brother.

Brewing a good cup of tea.

Choosing the perfect fabric for a dress and designing clothes.

Reading stories to you and your brother.

Playing and running through the house with you and your brother.

Taking long walks with her friends and you and your brother.

Laughing and spending time with her closest friends who are her family.

Making scrapbooks and family albums.

Treasures

Her position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Her knives.

Her arts and crafts.

Her fashion designs

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her sewing kit.

Songs

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift - I never trust a narcissist but they love me. So I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy. 'Cause for every lie I tell them they tell me three. This is how the world works. Now all he thinks about is me.

What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong - I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself...What a wonderful world

Blood//Water by Grandson - We'll never get free. Lamb to the slaughter. What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

My Way by Frank Sinatra - My friend I'll make it clear. I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I traveled each and every highway. And more, much more I did it, I did it my way.

Home by Edith Whiskers - We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. Nothing new is sweeter than with you. And in the streets, we run afree, like it's only you and me. Geez, you're something to see.

The Power of Love by Gabrielle Aplin - The Power of Love, a force from above. Cleaning my soul, flame on burn desire, love with tongues of fire, purge the soul. Make love your goal

Famous Quote

Are you trying to scare me? Oh, because I'm already bloody terrified of dying. And I'll endure a lot of pain before I give up the information that's keeping me alive. How long have you got?

Holly Yeltsov

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.

Position.

The most ruthless and efficient assassin in the Order of the Dark Knights

Sold by Fjerdan parents to slavers and bought by Pekka Rollins who trained her to be a ruthless child assassin.

Former assassin of Pekka Rollins who was sent to kill your father but betrayed Rollins.

The chaotic and awesome aunt to the children of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

The Vodka Aunt of the Babysitters Club.

Head chef and food expert.

Alias and Nicknames

Black Bird

Crimson Raven

Lilith

Dark Dagger

Persephone

Nemesis

The Serpent

Holly bear

Hollyberry

Holly Snakes

Holly Saints!

Holly Hell

Goldie

Blondie

Chaotic Support Bestie

Talents and Skills

Master Martial Artist

Knife Mastery

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Master Spy

Extremely Skilled Assassin

Improvised weaponry

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Intelligent and strategic

Ruthless efficiency

Flexibility

Excellent at escaping traps.

Good at disguising and blending into the crowd.

Deceptive and observant

Cynical with a bent moral compass

Strong sense of right and wrong

Dangerous and powerful

Loyal and strong

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Having different kinds of weapons on her at all times.

Fought a gang of men with a frying pan.

Killed slavers with a flower pot.

Took down a couple of men who dared to bother her when she was eating waffles and having hot chocolate.

Rescued enslaved women and children in slaver ships that docked to Ketterdam.

Punching Pekka Rollins in the crotch, nearly castrating him with the promise of ending his bloodline echoing through the whole of Ketterdam as she called him some very colorful curses.

Memorable Moments

Planning an annual extravagant proposal to your father in the middle of Ketterdam as a prank asking him out on a date and Sebastian pops up out of nowhere acting betrayed while your father is trying not to laugh while the two idiots proceed to fake fight. (HOW DARE YOU, HOLLY! YOU KNEW HOW I FELT ABOUT HIM AND YET YOU ASKED HIM OUT!)

Holly and Sebastian getting very dirty stares for being disrespectful because they were singing 'Stayin Alive' as the coffin was lowered but then continued to sing on a whole rendition of songs that were disrespectful to the dead such as 'Every Breath You Take', 'I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight', Another One Bites the Dust, Livin La Vida Loca until they were kicked out by your father himself from the funeral.

Telling everyone in Ketterdam that the Order of the Knights have a Sacrificial Blood Ritual every full moon night.

Making blanket forts to comfort herself when she has a bad time.

Waking her up early in the morning is dangerous and possible reactions include homicidal rage.

Cannot go for more than three hours without eating something so she always has snacks on her. She's basically a walking snack shop.

If anyone tries to take her food away or bother her while she is eating, the consequences usually involve getting beaten up or your head drowning inside the canals.

Has a very dirty sense of humor.

Her pretty puppy eyes are a lethal and dangerous weapon that her best friends have learned to be careful of.

Leaving Sebastian, Yuri, Maya and her alone for more than ten minutes will result in disastrous chaotic shenanigans that brings despair to your father.

Challenging her to drinking competitions is a death wish.

She has a bright, stupid grin that makes girls and boys in Ketterdam think of pushing her against a wall and snogging the living daylights out of her.

Rolling up her sleeves when it's really hot and warm and whenever she is ready to fight.

Unbuttoning the first button of her shirt whenever she feels suffocated and frustrated.

Running her hand through her hair messing it up.

Has a crush on Adira for most of their time together at the Order of the Dark Knights but started developing serious feelings for her.

Had a hard time coping with the trauma of being sold by her parents and being a child assassin. There would be days where she would be joyless and empty and everyone in Ketterdam felt absolutely terrified and worried because no matter how much they feared her, they hoped she would be alright and happy again.

Was wary of holding you at first but you always wanted to be held by her.

Loved it when you were always fascinated by her hair as a baby and pulled and twisted on it.

Slept with a yellow stuffed dog gifted to her by Adira.

Took your father's side in arguments because it annoyed Sebastian so much.

Always bought her friends a round of drinks to celebrate.

Defended Minjun from the teasing of other members who thought he was too serious and solemn.

Loves all her best friends but especially Sebastian and Yuri who make her laugh until she can't breathe.

Going full-out extravagant for the holidays because she loves any kind of excuse to celebrate anything small or big. When she first joins the gang, it becomes clear to her friends, she hadn't ever had a chance to be a kid and celebrate holidays so they all go along with her crazy and amazing plans of organizing trips, parties, decorations, food, gifts, and alcohol.

She is the one who rambles on about insignificant topics like shoes and storms, favorite colors, and worst clothes but this usually happens when she has something on her mind.

Totally knowing your father's middle name but instead choosing to annoy your father by breaking into full ridiculous name. (Of course, he successfully carried out the heist. He's Y/FN Aurelius Y/FLN. Y/FN Cordelia Y/FLN, I am shocked at your behavior. Of course, he shot Pekka Rollins, he's fucking Y/FN Genevieve Y/LN)

Loves

Eating different kinds of delicious cuisines and sweets.

Cooking delicious and tasty food for her best friends.

Winning drinking competitions with anyone who dares challenge her.

Winning arm wrestling competitions.

Dancing and making up songs all the time even during inappropriate moments such as funerals and missions.

Buying random things that catch her attention like candles, books, vests, statues, mugs, weapons, kitchen equipment, and alcohol.

Teaching you how to fight, handle weapons, be flexible, scale and jump off buildings, pick locks, and improvise in situations where you are surprised because she believed you couldn't be sheltered from the reality of the world forever.

Betting on her friends.

Being the first of her friends to agree with Sebastian's and Yuri's chaotic ideas and jump into helping them with their pranks.

Passing notes to her friends during meetings held by your father (Holly - OI, Minnie, fuck, marry, and kill from the rest of us? Minjun - Marry Ari, Fuck This and Kill you all. David - Aww. Ari - Leave him alone, it's his time of the month. Minjun - I will EAT YOU! Ari - YES PLEASE DADDY! Maya - OH MY EYES! Adira - For saint's sake, Ari! Sebastian - Get a room, you two! Yuri - And you lot say, Seb and I are bad. Your father - I'm surrounded by maniacs.)

Loves game night but is banned from playing truth and dare because she has no regard for her personal safety.

Treasures

Food

Her weapons

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her collection of random things she buys.

Her little mementos and souvenirs of each place to remember moments.

Songs

American Pie by Don Mclean - We started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye. And singing, "This'll be the day that I die". This will be the day that I die

Trouble by Valerie Broussard - We wear red so they don't see us bleed. Hundred-dollar bills under our sleeve. We intend not to sleep 'til we're dead. Drink our problems right out of our heads

What's Up Danger by Black Caviar and Blackaway - I like it when trouble brews, I won't dare change. I like it when there's turbulence on my airplanes. I like it when I sense things I can't see yet. Swimmin' with sharks when they ain't feed yet. 'Cause I like high chances that I might lose. I like it all on the edge just like you, ayy. I like tall buildings so I can leap off of 'em. I go hard wit' it no matter how dark it is.

Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man - Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now. I been feeling it since 1966, now. Might've had your fill, but you feel it still. Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now. Let me kick it like it's 1986, now. Might be over now, but I feel it still.

Handclap by Fitz and Tantrums - Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city. I know too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control. You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold.

Best Friend by Saweetie - And she so bad that I just can't take that bitch nowhere. She off her fifth shot, said, "Mmm-mmm, don't go there". Bitch, break her back, she protect and attack. Get that strap like them buckle, foot on neck, give no air. Whole world wanna be us

Famous Quote

Hope is dangerous. Hope is the survivor that has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, and the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and spits out a tooth as she rises for another go.

Ari Kang

"These people are my family and if you hurt them in any way, I will kill you."

Position.

Powerful heartrender in the Order of the Dark Knights

Former Alumni of the Medical Faculty at the University of Ketterdam.

Professor of Medicine at the University of Ketterdam.

First Female Director General of the Ketterdam General Hospital

Daughter of the Shu Ambassador based in Kerch.

Brewer of healing potions and medicine for the Order of the Dark Knights

Skilled interrogator and torturer in the Order of the Dark Knights

Happily married to Minjun Park.

Loving and sweet aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Manhunter

Queen of Hearts

Karma

Stilleto

Crimson Witch

Firecracker

That's my wife!

Fashionista

Fashion Queen

Talents and Skills

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Extremely Skilled Heartrender

Extracting information from targets with unique torture techniques through her powers.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Kerch, Ravkan, and Suli.

Intelligent and clever

Ruthless and cruel

Deceptive and observant

Dangerous and powerful

Loyal and strong

Courageous and fearless

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Fighting off Rollin's gang of men and taking them down singlehandedly and sending one of them with an eye gouged out with her stiletto stabbed to his chest.

Keeping Grisha in Kerch safe from being indentured and freeing indentured Grisha and helping them escape.

Working on missions that helped many Grisha escape Shu Han's experimentation on them.

Memorable Moments.

Since she is the daughter of the Shu Ambassador in Kerch, she has established a network of spies in Shu and established good relations with criminal families and gangs in Shu Han on behalf of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Skilled at performing surgeries and post-mortems for missions on behalf of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Knowledgeable in many areas of medicine such as forensic pathology, toxicology, and gynecology.

Famous for her research on forensic pathology and toxicology.

Was enemies with Minjun at the University of Ketterdam before settling a truce and becoming friends and eventually lovers.

Is nonchalant, outgoing and popular but secretly loves spending hours studying and poring over books and her smart responses are intelligent and insightful.

Grew up in an intellectually nurturing household where her parents always answered her questions and joined many curriculars in the University of Ketterdam

Developed feelings for Minjun who was from a different world tumbling head over heels for him when she sees his intense concentration, his talent for law, his hard work, his determination, and his perseverance and sees how much he loves learning as much as she does and finally realizes that he is the one for him.

Uses her influence as the ambassador's daughter and the Director General of the Ketterdam Hospital to get information for the Order of the Dark Knights.

Loves children and wanted them very badly. After two years of trying, she finally got pregnant with a child. But one day, Pekka Rollins' goons broke into the hospital where she was shot. She was saved but the child inside her died. The injuries led to complications where she could not have children again. Minjun and her grieved for the loss of their child and the loss of the life they could have had but together they got through it. There's not a day that goes by they don't miss their unborn baby.

Blamed your father for what happened to her for a long time but understood him. She couldn't stay mad at him. He was her dear friend and she couldn't lose someone who was very near and dear to her. She saw that your father did everything he could to help her through this loss.

Because she cannot have children, she treasures every moment spent with you and your brother. To her, you are the children she cannot have, and helps your father out when he doubts himself as a good father.

Spends her leisure time in orphanages taking care of little babies and children, playing with them, and reading to them. It's her way of coping.

Lets Holly win at chess.

She likes to steal her husband's clothes.

Wanted to learn to play the trumpet to annoy the Dime Lions but Adira pointed out that technically Ari didn't have to learn the trumpet to annoy the Dime Lions. Fair to say, the Dime Lions were pissed off and deafened.

When pissed off, she curses excessively in Shu.

Annoys people by correcting their grammar by reusing it properly in the next sentence.

An early riser who likes the crisp wind and the morning mist and the sunrise.

Polite and sweet, the perfect shining girl in public events such as balls and galas which makes her friends snigger in amusement because she is a sassy little psychopathic shit who takes pleasure in torturing people.

Accompanies her husband in the library researching cures for various illnesses and inventing incredibly painful torture techniques.

Was amused when each of her best friends got in the way of Minjun trying to propose to her. (Minjun literally chased away Maya who was grinning like a lunatic and threw a book at your father)

Teaming up with your father to prank Minjun because both of them know him the best. (Listen, Y/FN, if you want to see Minjun scream in terror, just wait until it's dark and dress up like a ghost of a dead Victorian girl. Nice, Ari... here's his perfume except it's replaced with a powerful repellent that stinks like hell) They exchange secret smirks and high-fives when their pranks work and blame it on Sebastian.

Hugs everyone after the missions.

She rocks minimal makeup and sophisticated fashion looks.

She smiles to herself every time she thinks of her family. As she thinks of the crazy heists and adventures they've shared. The secrets between them, the jokes, the laughter, the pain. The laughter, love and light that fills their memories.

Loves

Her husband, Minjun, and spending time with him.

Drinking

Using her powers to see them tremble and crumble before her.

Composing music and playing the piano, violin, and other musical instruments.

Debating and talking about topics that interest her.

Teaching your brother and you how to play the piano and listening to both of you play your respective musical instruments.

Gifting extravagant and beautiful dolls and dresses for you and play with them.

Reading books and writing and creating new recipes and methods for medicines and tonics to heal and torture.

Creating wild imaginary stories for you and your brother.

Spending time with her best friends over good food and lots of drinks.

Treasures

Her husband.

Her high heels.

Her wedding ring.

Her weapons

Her writings and discoveries of torture and medicines that she herself invented.

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

The little gifts her husband buys for her.

Songs

No Body No Crime by Taylor Swift - They think she did it but they just can't prove it. She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he...No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he...No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he died.

Sweet but Psycho by Ava Max - She'll make you curse, but she a blessin'. She'll rip your shirt within a second. You'll be coming back, back for seconds. With your plate, you just can't help it.

One Woman Army by Porcelain Black - I hit you with that Kung-Fu, Jackie Chan. Boom, boom, boom, pow, I'm superfast. High heels, big deal, I'll kick your ass. They gunnin', they runnin' and that makes me mad.

Material Girl by Madonna - They can beg and they can plead. But they can't see the light (that's right). 'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash is always Mister Right.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper - Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest o' the world. I wanna be the one to walk in the sun. Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie - I don't want them to know the secrets. I don't want them to know the way I loved you. I don't think they'd understand it, no. I don't think they would accept me, no.

Famous Quotes

"If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together."

Adira Khan

"Better a broken heart than no heart at all."

Position.

A dangerous and talented thief in the Order of the Dark Knights

Saint in the Order of the Dark Knights

Loving and warm aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Huntress

Temptress

The Nightingale

The Phoenix

The Saint of the Barrel

Ball of sunshine

Forever, sweet, precious baby

Dove

Muffin

Daisy

Sankta Adira

Our guardian angel

Talents and Skills

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Knife Mastery

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, and Suli.

Intelligent and clever

Silent and stealthy.

Charming and sweet.

Loyal and courageous.

Powerful and perceptive

Kind and empathetic.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Stealing Pekka Rollin's wedding cake and the wedding rings on his wedding day causing his bride to go into a full stress mode and slap him in front of the guests.

Keeping girls and women safe from being prey at night and day when she doesn't have missions.

Being kind to children and finding orphans and abused children safe places to live in.

Worked on secret missions to recruit and free girls indentured in brothels giving them a safe place and a purpose infuriating Rollins who had business with those places.

Freeing and helping those who are indentured and fighting the slavers who disgusted her.

Sneaking into Pekka Rollin's office to steal valuable documents that he had kept in an unbreakable safe and moving the furniture into different places to annoy him.

Speaking to the spirits of the dead, telling fortunes and prophecies that nearly almost come true and an intuition that is sharp and right.

Stealing from the most unbreakable vaults and safes of rich men and con men, learning their secrets and lies that became valuable to your father.

Memorable Moments

Sneaking into Pekka Rollin's place at night and shaving off his beard. The next day, Pekka Rollins was the laughingstock of Ketterdam and no one could keep a straight face and take him seriously without that beard.

Plays with Holly's hair when she is stressed.

She is the only one who can stop Sebastian, Holly, Yuri, David and Natalia from doing something stupid but most of the time she chooses not to but chooses to join them.

The only one who has told your father to shut up and gotten away with it.

Being mistaken as your father's wife by everyone in Ketterdam. This broke Sebastian's heart because apparently, he was under the impression that he was your father's husband. Chaos ensured and a battle for your father's hand and heart began but ended with the agreement that they were both too good for him.

Loves beautiful dresses and is the only one who can pull off bright and beautiful colors like sunset orange, pink, and blue to perfection.

Likes cooking Suli food for her friends because it keeps her grounded and reminds her of home.

Talking to her friends after they've had a particularly bad day and knowing just the right thing to say.

She does her best to find her children and your father does his best to help her.

Sneaking live spiders into the clothes of the Dime Lions

Was challenged to a duel by one of the new recruits in the Order of the Dark Knights. Spoiler alert, the new recruit got his fingers broken, his ribs broken and his leg broken. After that, when introducing Adira, that was the first story that came out and it made Adira smile whenever she was in a bad mood.

Can sense when someone is following her and deals with them in the deadliest way possible.

Introduced new awards so she could present Natalia with a trophy for being 'an awesome, amazing, wonderful, beautiful person'.

Sneaking in and placing glue on Rollin's seat and his hat. The next day, Pekka's hat was glued to his head and he was stuck to his seat for the remainder of the next two months.

Snuck in a special powder that Natalia had created into Pekka Rollin's alcohol that made Pekka fart every five minutes. It took five months to find a cure.

Loves

Her position in the Order of the Knights

Praying to the saints to help her to find peace and the family she lost.

The thrill of stealing something and breaking into something unbreakable.

Stargazing and studying the constellations in the night sky.

Picking flowers and making flower pressings out of them.

Taking part in the chaotic games and pranks that her best friends gather together to pull.

Drinking tea and writing letters to her lost children and family.

Dancing in the rain.

Spending time with her best friends chatting and laughing.

Talking to your father about the little things on her mind that make her anxious and listening to his own set of worries and reassuring him.

Taking care of you and your brother with such love and warmth as if you were her own children.

Treasures

All the moments she spends with her best friends, you and your brother.

Her knives.

The little bead bangle her children gave her as a present.

Songs

Better Than I in Joseph The King of Dreams -I try to do what's best. And faith has made it easy to see the best thing I can do is put my trust in you.

Speechless by Naomi Scott - Let the storm in, I cannot be broken. No, I won't live unspoken. 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless.

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane - And if you have a minute, why don't we talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?

I Was Here By Beyonce - I wanna say I lived each day until I died. I know that I had something in somebody's life. The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave that I made a difference and this world will see I was here, I lived, I loved, I was here. I did, I've done, everything that I wanted. And it was more than I thought it would be. I will leave my mark so everyone will know I was here.

Dynasty by MIIA - And all I gave you is gone. Tumble like it was stone. Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake. Thought we built a dynasty, like nothing ever made. Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up.

Bigger than the Whole Sky by Taylor Swift - Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky. You were more than just a short time. And I've got a lot to pine about. I've got a lot to live without. I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you.

Famous Quote

"Sacrifice... that's what we do for the people we love."

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Hi I'm new here . How about reader who can shift shape like change forms to whatever they see that will make things easier to escape the chain as they can shiftshape into a bird or to scare them away and the funnier option a cuckoo all tho this will be quite hard as the chain has been watching them for a long time so it will be best to change forms at night and run and to add gasoline to this raging fire how about we make shadow link a yandere too as we got zeldas and Malone here to as yandere anyway this is gonna suck for reader

Hi!!!! ☺️

So I answered your earlier ask that was similar to this so I’ll just bounce off of it here. You can find that post here

Oh god if we’re adding Dink, the Zelda’s, and Malon into this Reader might as well not have their powers in the first place.

They aren’t gonna be getting away any time soon. And if they do, Dink will just pop out if a portal and steal them away.

So really, do you want to suffer with the Chain, Malon, and the Zeldas being yandere over you? Or are you gonna take your chances with Dink.

Decisions, decisions.

But don’t worry, if you get captured by Dink the Chain will swoop in in no time to save their dear darling.

Of course all this does annoy Reader and that’s when the mean pranks and pettiness come out.

Reader transforms into a Cuckoo daily to scare the shit out of the Chain.

Oh y’all wanted to be clingy again? Well, cling to me now. SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!

This doesn’t deter Malon of course, she’s determined to cuddle Reader in ANY form.

Oh you guys wanted to spend time together? Sucks to suck my dudes but Reader’s transforming into a Picori. Good luck finding them now.

Course Four doesn’t take too long in finding you, but that’s not what matters. What matters is that the rest of the Chain can’t find and bother you.

Now given that the Zeldas are Princess and pretty high ranking, they’re definitely sending guards and soldiers after Reader if they ever try to run away.

They’ve got Reader’s favorite main forms marked down and posters are going up everywhere.

Reader really just has to give up honestly. Just come to the realization that if you want a break from the Chain, the Zeldas, and Malon then go get kidnapped by Dink real quick.

At the very least he’ll listen to you rant about the others, adding his own comments to your rant.

And when he starts to become too much you can go back to the Chain.

#numberonehere2008 #linked universe #trulytiredhermit #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #zelda x reader #Malon x Reader #Dink x Reader

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Valide Afife Nurbanu Sultan Vs Valide Melike Safiye Sultan.

My previous pool showed that as I expected Safiye is regarded as more powerful than Nurbanu. In this post I will compare them in several aspects (difficulties before accession, intelligence, power, influence, reputation, political stability, legacy, wealth, personality,harem management) some of them will be discussed in two aspects: During the tenure as Haseki and Valide.

Let's start with

difficulties before accession: Unlike other mem- bers of kadinlar saltanat those women became favourites of there respective husbands, during their time as prince, therefore it posed some changes for their early status and influence. I would say their situation was kind of reversed. Nurbanu had risky princehood,but her tenure as Haseki was easier without the presence of Valide, while Safiye's time as prince's concubine was without any risks,but she had to compete with Valide Sultan. Both of them had to fight, but Nurbanu had to fight for the lives of her son and husband, while Safiye fought for her power as neither her husband's nor son's life was ever threatened. So I would go to Nurbanu.

Intelligence: I have to do this as some anime showdown and go for "feats and hype". Both of them were very smart women. Nurbanu was said to be wise and unusually intelligent woman, while Safiye's description says that she was wise and sensible. Both of them proved it through their life and while Safiye had great ability to gain power and supporters, Nurbanu showed prudence in not gaining enemies. One of her better strategic decisions includes hiding Selim's body and choosing non-direct approach against Safiye. One can't be denied,both women had great political mind.

Power: As Haseki Nurbanu was undoubtedly more powerful, first and utmost reason is absence of Valide sultan. Nurbanu took all the powers and responsibilities of her predecessor, except for sharing it with her sister-in-law Mihrimah, who acted as de-facto Valide of Selim. However, Nurbanu still outranked and outpowered her, held main power in Topkapi, expanded alinces and adviced to Selim. She, even as merely a cocnubine, enjoyed the privilege of sitting in front of master/husband and speak her mind freely. Greatest indication of her power is building Atik Valide mosque complex. She during her tenure as Haseki received permission to construct a project that was titled as Valide, she herself was mentioned as future Valide or simply Valide-i-atik couple of times. In this regard, she can be consid- erd as one of two "original Hasekis", who were fulfilling all the duties for which title was created in the first place, during her time as Haseki she resived 1100 aspers daily, ridiculously more than any other concubines. In 1571 Selim Married to Nurbanu and dowered her with 110 000 ducats, that would be approximately 9.2 million akches. (Providing the statement that 59 million akches was roughly the same amount as 700 000 ducats)

Nurbanu's tenure as Haseki was much less significant than Nurbanu's. There was Valide, one of the most powerful in history, and she restricted every possible way for her to gain power. She had nothing to say in harem management. First years of their relationship was relatively peaceful as Safiye was still getting used to her new rank,but later she started her attempts to influence Murad, although it was all in vain, because it was clear only person Murad would listen was his mother and no one in the world could oppose her decisions,Nurbanu still became upset by Safiye's actions regarding it as insolent. However, Nurbanu understood Murad's extensive bond with the woman,so despite the fact she could exile Safiye without second thought, it could stain the relationship between mother and son and increase Murad's lust towards his Haseki. So instead she chose much more intellectial approach and forced him to take more concubin- es. Things became even more intense, when ambassador remarked that Haseki sultan should have had greater status than Valide as it was in Europe as consort was closer than the mother. It enraged Nurbanu,banished ambassador from capital and attacked Safiye with greater might, as she had favoured that ambassador and he clearly spoke at her behest.Nurbanu then started to spread rumors that Safiye hired witches and sorcerers to bewitch Murad,many of her close friends and servants were either killed, tortured, exiled or imprisioned to get confessions,Safiye fell from Murad's favour and Nurbanu now banished her without any consequ- ences. Nurbanu died in December of 1583 and Safiye returned from exale in about 1585 when Murad got over his trauma of loss of mother. However, it did not secure her power as Nurbanu's will left Çanfeda hatun as chief harem manager, who restricted Safiye's influence within the harem and remained as supreme authority and de-facto Valide until 1595. While she was restricted in harem by Çanfeda, boundaries were set in political spectre by her husband, who sometimes listens to Safiye,but initially she could not shape events at her liking like Nurbanu and Hurrem could. Safiye also had less stipend, while other consorts had higher then other consorts of Selim(still not anywhere close to Safiye),still they had enough construct their own charity projects.

During their tenure as Valide it seems like Safiye had more direct power over politics. She was overruling her son,while Nurbanu was technically co-ruler,despite being more politically active of the two[her son]. Safiye was even chosen as de facto regent of empire in 1596 and enjoyed undesputable power untile 1600's, when people openly resented Safiye and three major rebellion challenged her rule. First her Kira was killed and Mehmed had to demonstrate her power by restricting her mother's actions from now on Safye was more careful,but still overruling her son, it resulted in two more rebellions, first was successfully restrained,but second caused the death of Safiye's eunuch Gazanfer, whose death broke hell in harem. Everything ended when Mehmed died in 1603 and new Valide Sultan exiled her for good.

Influence: while Safiye's direct power was greater, Nurbanu's overall influence overshadowed hers. Nurbanu had supreme control over Harem and her son and she made herself first registered Valide sultan(about which I will talk in more details in legacy category),which gave her second most powerful position in empire, however she chose not to overrule her son,but rule with him, so his authority and rank would not have been questionable, therefore her influence was great than direct power, but she was directing everything according to her liking, every high ranking position was taken after her approval, Murad was not taking actions before consulting with her, she had direct hand in dismissal and appointment of grand viziers and her influence even extended to foreign politics,was in touch with Catherine de Medici and greatly helped Venice, she promoted merchandise between nations and even stopped the war. As Haseki she was the most trusted advisor of Selim and like her tenure as Valide she had hands in every major decision made, however she was mostly focused on gaining alliances. One of the greates examples of her influence is attending Friday prayers in her son's and husband's stead. This was honour of padisah and harem women were not allowed to do this, even Kösem was not allowed by pashas to do this despite pre-existed precedence, this is the indication that pasha's and people acknowledged and accepted Nurbanu as sort of equal to padisah.

Safiye's influence was also great. As Valide she literally sold high ranking positions in greatest possible prices and when her authority was challenged that formarlly reduced her power,but she continued to influence Mehmed. She even secured her infuence in advance and restricted Mehmed from giving any of his consorts Haseki rank,still two of them acquired their own power. One of them, Handan, won Safiye's power by pretending to be obedient, while Halime was resented from the beginning due to her close relationship with Mehmed undeniably intimidating nature. While, Gazanfer agha was alive he did not let anyone, including Safiye, to demonstrate resentment,but when he was killed hell broke in harem and that is when Safiye and Handan orchestrated the death of Halime's eldest son Mahmud. Her foreign affairs were slightly more important than Nurbanu's. While her mother in law had purely political relationship with France and Venice, Safiye became "online" friend of Elizabeth I of England and the two exchanged gifts on regular basis.

Reputation: Nurbanu wins that one and it's not even a close match. She was loved, respected and admired, still everyone was cautious to remain on her good side, due to her known ruthless side. One indication of this is already mentioned friday prayers. She was also fearsome, when Kapudan killic Ali pasha wanted to start a war against Venice Nurbanu wrote him a letter and warned him to not even dare to say anything about war in front of padisah,after reading it he dropped the letter in horror and when he entered the council, where Murad asked what was the matter he wanted to discuss, he openly admitted that it was no more relevant as Valide Sultan did not approve it. That indicated three things: 1. Nurbanu had reputation that terrified Kapudan pasha 2. if Nurbanu did not want something it was losing it's relevance 3. Pasha's respected her opinions so much that no one protested it.

Safiye's reputation was on the other hand very much stained, in people's eyes she was immoral person, who hired witches and took ambassadors as lovers, none of the were true of course,but existence is evidence of their attitude. She was seen as corupted person, who should not have been allowed to rule. The hatered was spread on her son as well and caused three rebellions.

Political stability: most of this was already answered in previous categories. Nurbanu's rule was undesputable and every opposition was soon ripped out by the root,before it became uncontrollable.

On the other hand, Safiye's tenure was marked by rebelions and death of her servants. Nurbanu is still winner.

Legacy:

Safiye lefts little to no legacy in ottoman empire history. She did almost no charity, her mosque was finished by Turhan and actions were more egoistical rather than on greater scale. Her greatest legacy can be considered friendly relationship with Elizabeth I and their gifts and she was highly likely admired by kosem, who visited her and even named one of her granddaughters Safiye, possible in her honour. So, could she have been role model for young, ambitious Kosem? Who knows,but I personally would not cross out this possibility.

However, Nurbanu had great impact on people, empire and generally her successors.

First things first, she made Valide Sultan legal rank, Ayse Hafsa Sultan was first slave to become Sultan,but she was not Valide Sultan as we know now, she was juts honoured mother of Sultan Suleyman han, who carried status of Sultan. In short, she was just a woman, who carried title Sultan and "Valide part" was just honorific as every noble mothers were called Valide by their children, proper address to her was either effendi or Sultan and she was registered as "mother of Sultan Suleyman han",juts like Hurrem war " mother of shehzade Mehmed" and later " mother of shehzade Selim", however Nurbanu was registered as "Valide Nurbanu Sultan", was addressed as "My Valide" and had second most powerful political rank, something that was effectively used be all of her successive Sultanate of women members. In that sense, she can be considered as virtual co-founder of the era.

Another of her legacy is Atik Valide mosque complex, one of the greatest complexes in Istanbul, she was also first woman in ottoman empire to build Library.

She moved most of the harem in Topkapi and appointed Çanfeda as First Kethuda hatun, who lattered gathered unprecedented wealth and pover, with daily stipend equal to imperial pirncesses'.

She did a lots of charity apart from the mosque having baths, she built more separate baths, fountains and personally met people in her residence yeni kapı, listen their problems and helped them. once she listened commoner herself about problem. That woman asked her to help free her son who was captured in the battle. Nurbanu promised her to help and kept it. she also had adoptive son, whom she raised, gave education, gave rank and even wanted to marry her to her granddaughter, that was failed due to her death. It may stopped her plans of wedding,but certainly did not stop her charity, after her death she freed 150 women of her service, granted 1000 gold each and donated her vast wealth in charitable projects.She was infuletal even in her death: after her death his son broke tradition of isolated mourning and followed her all way to her final path, whole time sobbing.

Wealth: it would be crime not to give that one to Safiye. She had daily stipend of 800 akches for 20 years and 3000 akches for about nine. She had personal Kiras who arranged her business, she also sold high ranking positions and in 1596 got access to 1 billions akches from treasury, though it was only temporary.

Neither Nurbanu was short of money, despite having 1000 akches during first five year as Haseki, 1100 after her marriage and 2000 during her tenure as Valide Sultan, she was also dowered 110 000 dukats abour 9.2 millions akches as I have already said. She, unlike Safiye, also conducted charitable projects Building mosque complex, fountains, Hamams and dinning places. Çanfedas small mosques took 2 million akches, about same amount was spent for fountains, Hamam would have been even more expensive, therefore much greater scale construction projects would definitely worth dozens of millions. During her death Nurbanu's fortune was immense, she freed 150 of her servants and gave them 1000 ducats each( that would mean about 84,500 in ackhes and 12,625,000 in general), about same amount she gave to treasury,but it was only a small portion of her wealth, vast majority of her fortune was donated to charity, that would make her net worth of hundreed of millions. So even if Safiye's wealth was greater, Nurbanu had better use of it.

Personality: Nurbanu was mostly benevolent person and devoted mother, she career deeply about people. While Safiye demonstrated less of it. She had intensions to be charitable, she abandoned it, which means It was not her passion, she was more egoistical and power hungry, still she was careing person and when Esther handali fell ill, she sent gifts, food and doctors to her.

Major difference between those two is that Safiye would do anything to secure power and achieve her deeds, while Nurbanu had her priorities sorted. In a same situation, when their grandsons opposed them, Safiye had him executed, while Nurbanu did everything to save him anyways, which indicates despite her hatred towards Safiye, he lived Mehmed grately and all her efforts to force Murad produce more heirs,was to restrain Safiye as Haseki,but never meant to threat Mehmed, as she could have very well used pregnant concubine to get rid of Safye and Mehmed for good.

Harem management: that would go to Nurbanu. She had complete authority over princely and imperial harems of her son and husband, while Safiye struggled to maintain order after the death of Gazanfer.

That is a reason why I think Nurbanu was more important and more influential figure of the two.

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Gilbert - Public or Private Persona – Which Do You Prefer? The Public Persona Event Summary

Do I ever know what I'm doing? You shouldn't trust me, or my suspect understanding of what's going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert's world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

Even though the three princes are on an extended visit to Rhodolite, Emma’s duties as Belle must continue. She is attending a party hosted by the domestic faction of princes in order to interact with the nobles to make her choice.

A woman bumps into her, spilling her drink on Emma’s dress. The liquid quickly changes the color of the fabric of Emma’s dress, making it clear that it is now spoiled. The woman apologizes insincerely, and the man escorting her smiles mockingly. Emma realizes that this was done on purpose just as she recognizes them as a high-ranking couple. Emma gives the woman a pointed look, and the woman asks if Emma is trying to imply this is anything other than an accident.

Since Emma has become acquainted with Gilbert, this isn’t entirely unexpected. She was ostensibly under the protection of Leon as his date, but he had stepped away from the party to handle a separate matter. It has not gone unnoticed by her that this ‘accident’ occurred once Leon had left.

The woman suggests Emma leaves. Her dress is spoiled and unsuitable for this gathering now. The man offers to explain to Leon that she had to leave. Emma refuses, and the couple insists that she should really go, lingering in a ruined dress would reflect badly on Leon.

The people around them are pretending not to watch, but Emma can feel the sharpness of their attention. They are waiting for her to make a fuss and cause trouble for Leon. Emma decides to call this party a bust and try another time.

Suddenly the background chatter cuts off, and the atmosphere temperature drops several degrees. Emma doesn’t turn to look, but a feeling colder than the water dumped on her washes over her. The woman’s complexion goes white as she looks at something just behind Emma.

Emma doesn’t have to turn to look to see who it is. A cheerful voice from behind her tells the room that they don’t have to be so frightened, but he’s impressed that they’re so righteous. A hand is placed on Emma’s shoulder.

Just as Emma turns to face Gilbert, he leans over her to dump a glass of water onto the woman’s face. He immediately apologizes, it seems his hand slipped. Just as Emma is about to ask him what he’s doing, Gilbert throws the empty water glass at the woman’s feet, shattering it. The noise echoes in the silent room, and Emma thinks that he might be angry.

Gilbert notes that Emma looks especially pitiful now, all drenched in water. He assures her that she’s still cute though. He is the only one who doesn’t seem to mind the oppressive atmosphere that makes it difficult to breathe, much less talk.

Emma asks Gilbert what he’s doing here, and why he came to the party. Gilbert admits that he was curious, so he wanted to stop by and take a quick look. At the party? Nope, he was hoping to see how Emma looked in her dress. His sweet words seep into Emma like poison.

Emma has no doubt what he said will only support the rumors of her and Gilbert’s alleged relationship. Gilbert doesn’t seem bothered by this and turns his focus from her to the woman who had been harassing her. Gilbert tells the woman that he will listen to her as an apology for ‘accidentally’ dumping water on her. After all, she must have wanted to get his attention if she went so far as to dump water on Emma. The woman assures him that she absolutely does not want to do this.

Gilbert tells her that he hates liars, and even though it’s not directed at her, Emma can feel a sudden murderous intent emanate from him. The woman starts to cry. Emma realizes that she should have stopped Gilbert at the beginning, but she was too afraid.

Gilbert explains that Emma is a friend of his, so he would like to know why she’s being bothered. If the woman won’t say anything, he can’t guarantee that anyone in this room will live to see the sun rise the next morning.

The pressure was so strong, Emma was close to hyperventilating. Still, she tells Gilbert that he’s already heard the story, this was just an unfortunate accident. Gilbert turns to her and asks if she’s lying.

Emma insists that it’s up to her, as the person on the other end, to decide whether or not this is an accident, and she has. Right now, all she can see is Gilbert’s red eye. She meets and holds the gaze of Prince Gilbert; the World’s Calamity and the Trampling Beast, for an eternity as she waits to see if she will live or die.

Gilbert suddenly reaches out to touch her cheek and notes that Emma’s dress is wet. She should hurry and change before she catches a cold. Emma tells him that she’ll do that later, and Gilbert insists that she do that right now.

Emma is reluctant to leave Gilbert alone in this room of nobles and asks him to come with her. Gilbert asks if she seriously just invited him to help her change her clothes. She’s a lot bolder than he was expecting, but if she wants that kind of relationship with him . . .

(This is the 'Does it Hurt to Have a Bad Brain' expression)

Okay, fine. Emma will leave BY HERSELF but begs Gilbert not to do anything to the people here. Gilbert reminds her that they were just bullying her, and Emma tells him that she doesn’t care about that. Gilbert complains that she’s so nice it makes him sick, but he won’t hurt anyone here.

True to his words, the murderous aura Gilbert was emitting begins to fade. Emma reminds herself that Gilbert isn’t a liar, so the people are probably safe. Emma leaves.

Emma notes that whenever Gilbert gets that murderous aura is when she is in danger. She wonders if it’s a coincidence.

She quickly changes and returns to the party, where all those people who had been so cold to her earlier were suddenly friendly and considerate. Gilbert had left, and Leon had also returned by then though he looked noticeably upset. Emma wonders what Gilbert did while she was gone.

After the party, she returns to her room, tired and sore. Gilbert casually greets her from her couch as Emma starts taking off her shoes. She stops as she realizes something is different and focuses on Gilbert, who is reading the romance novel she had left out. Gilbert asks if this is the kind of story Emma is into, an evil emperor changing his ways for the love of a village girl.

Emma asks Gilbert why he’s in her room. Gilbert closes the book, probably losing her place like the true villain he is. Gilbert explains that he’s here so that she can thank him.

Smiling as sweetly as ever, Gilbert stands and approaches her. Feeling villainy flow from him, Emma backs away until her back hits the wall. Gilbert places a hand on either side of her, trapping her. He tells her that she can’t run away from this.

Oh no! What should Emma do?

To be continued in Gilbert’s Private Persona

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian

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I listened to the entire 1d catalogue so you dont have to. below I have ranked the albums on a scale of 0-5, with a total possible score of 25.* these albums are ranked on a curve, so that a 5 is not an "objective" 5, but rather a 5 in relation to the rest of the corpus.

*extra points may occur

up all night: if I hadn't been in my tragic backstory era when this came out id have been a 1d girlie. I firmly believe this. this wall to wall slaps. there was one point in "one thing" where I thought he was gonna say youve got... pussy. anyway he didn't say that. there are some PROFOUNDLY 2011 synth moments in this. best lyric: all of what makes you beautiful. I DO want to stay up all night!!!! 4.5/5

take me home: getting a little more risqué -- we are "[taking] it all the way". whoa! in addition to expressing lust there's more themes of jealousy, as well as genuine tenderness. aurally more diverse than their debut. best lyric: I can't compete with your boyfriend cuz he's got 27 TATTOOOOOS. so specific... 3.7/5

midnight memories: my favorite 1d song is on this album which is the story of my life which is genuinely so beautiful and moving. just a really lovely timeless song. best lyric is actually the concept of best song ever, which is not in fact the best song ever, but merely a description of the experience of listening to the best song ever. 4/5

4: as mc pointed out this album shares a title with beyonces best album. I will say that I was confused because there are five members of one direction, until I realized 4 is in fact about the number that the album is and not the number of lads present. anyway. this is genuinely a fantastic album. steal my girl is the platonic ideal of a pop song. girl almighty is just fucking GOOD. i fucking love it. its dynamic and genuine and fucking bops above all. night changes. night changes. night changes. night changes. the nostalgia it conjures, and I never even ate spaghetti with Zayn. no control is WONDERFUL vibe wise. and the whole album SOUNDS so 2014. this album really is freshman year of college. act my age is just fucking wonderful, an anthem (and sorry but the comparison must be made -- better than when I'm 64). 6/5. boy bands at their peak. pop at its peak. you don't get better than this album

made in the am: I was GUTTED to see Zayn is not on this album, but good for him. I wish he'd make more solo music bc his first album slapped but I understand that hes busy being a dilf these days. still. I said you don't get better than 4, but you do, and it's made in the am. its still got that boy band pep but it's branching out into actual vibes. I am so sad retroactively that they broke up bc 4 and made in the am are IT. 10/5. pop album of all time

overall rating: 28.2/25. A+

reflections: 1d is so unpretentious. obviously that's the point of a boyband in a lot of ways, but it's just refreshing to hear something uncomplicated and there's no bad words and nothing but these curated, shimmering performances of emotion. and each one of these emotions lasts about 3 minutes and 35 seconds. its perfectly contained! I love these songs also because by the second chorus you already know all the words and the tune which is PRIME sing along material. I do think its interesting how curated the album covers are. they are having such an insanely good time in them because if they don't have a good time they're not going to get to get their daily ration of tesco brand digestive cookies. its so easy to be a hater on this cold bitch of an earth but one of my fave concert experiences really was in the year 2021 screaming the lyrics to what makes you beautiful with harry "its like a movie that's a movie" styles. I loved this experience and all the new bops I found. I foresee them to be the perfect antidote for dissociating on my morning commute.

#who next......

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My autism journey: Physical sensations are unreliable narrators

So I've been working with a therapist on my alexithymia. I asked her where the key is for this map. Other people seem to be able to detect when they are having a feeling and can also identify it. I asked, how can they tell that they are having a feeling? She said that frequently there are physical signs in one's body.

Great! What are they, and which symptom correlates to which emotion?

WHERE IS THE KEY FOR THIS MAP.

Apparently there really isn't one. She sent me a link to the Emotion-Sensation Wheel, which is mildly useful. Mostly in my objecting that when I have X physical sensation is has nothing to do with whatever emotion-word she correlated. This is useful in two ways. First, it let me know that I do have some sort of internal definition of some feelings, that I know that "restless" does not mean I am feeling "anger." Second, every time I thought, "no, that's not what that means," I then pondered what it might mean instead.

Here's the thing. Bodily sensations are a SHITTY guide to ANYTHING, because they all indicate more than one thing. Hands-shaking could mean anxiety, or rage, or an essential or intention tremor, or lack of food, or fever and chills, or over-exertion, or a dozen other things. Bodies communicate shit all the time, and most of it is worth ignoring. Yes, Meatsack, I know your shins hurt, they've been hurting for two days, I have stretched and done massage, now shut the fuck up. Yes, Meatsack, I know your digestion is disordered, it has been for years, you don't have a gallbladder anymore, shut up.

I do not listen to my body except under certain specific conditions.

New pain requires that I examine it, assess it, determine a cause (if possible,) and decide what the best mitigation is (if possible.) New pain that either prevents my daily function or does not go away after two weeks indicates that consultation with a medical professional is required. For instance, when I caught my finger in a blender it was a new pain, the cause was evident, it interfered with my daily function, I knew it would not resolve on its own in a manner I desired, so I went to urgent care. Another example, when my (already permanently damaged) foot had very sharp stabbing pain that was new, I waited two weeks to see if it would go away, and when it did not, I got an x-ray.

If I am very irritated with everyone, I eat a food. When I have a headache that will not go away, I eat a food and drink some water. When I cannot focus my eyes properly, I go to sleep. Like I said, I have a rule-set for when bodily signals require action on my part.

The notion that random fluctuations in signals from this mildly-electrified container of moist clinging conglomerate adhered to a living frame might indicate important changes in my mental-relational state offends me. It offends me. I mean, a human body is like a mobile coral reef. Does a coral reef feel grief? Joy? I mean, maybe, I don't know, but my point is, people just correlate shit. What a fucked-up system. Who fucking designed this bullshit?

Anyway, I refuse to participate in this buffoonery. Unless and until someone can show me a reliable correlation between the manifestations of endocrine system fluctuations and specific, SPECIFIC, emotional states, I opt out. None of this tea-leaf-reading "oooooh, your skin is flushed, you must be angry!" bullshit, when flushing is merely a rush of blood to the surface of one's skin and can result from temperature, exertion, a number of medical conditions, not to mention any number of emotions such as shame, arousal, excitement, grief, etc.

It is rank buffoonery.

If any of you have an actual, functional, reliable key to this whole "physical sensations indicate emotions" theory, let me know.

Until then, I opt out.

#actuallyautistic #alexithymia #autistic #actually disabled

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