#[In which once again the Mun will not shut up]

[mitraoki]

Um I’m not sure how many characters you take but can you please do jealousy HCs for Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo? Thank you Mun ☺️

when they're jealous. (jjk x gn! reader)

note; hi hi anon!!!! thank you so much for requesting!!❤️❤️sorry i didn't specify how many characters you can request for, but it's all good!!! already updated the rules for better reference. for now i'll only work on three, and when i'm more confident i'll begin writing for toji <3 hope you understand!!🥺 have a good day/night🥰

yes requests are open! thank you all for the love and support so far!!!

cw; slightly suggestive! sukuna being sukuna

masterlist.

nanami kento

+ nanami trusts you a lot actually; if he's going to be in a long-term relationship with you, he needs to be able to trust your judgements and decision-making in any trivial or personal matters. i feel like he desires to be able to have open and honest communications with you. it's not because he's extremely insecure either; he tends to be blunt with his actions as we already know. 

+ he's the ultimate silent jealous type. his fingers rap against the table quickly. his eye twitches a little. he straightens his posture. he doesn't want to go in guns blazing because you haven't showed any signs of discomfort yet. he keeps yelling at himself to trust you but OH MY GOD he CANNOT STAND the fact that someone else is standing inches away from you. you seemed to be leaning further back, and that was his last straw.

+ a familiar hand settles around your waist. you hadn't realized that your shoulders tensed up for so long until you felt your boyfriend's half embrace around you. the slight panic slowly dispersed when you  when you whiffed the addictive scent coming from the figure next to you. nanami grazed his lips lightly against your ear as he asked, 'want me to show you around? just you and me, of course.

+ now the situation has different ways to end up in - either the person he subtly glared at understands the context and backs up before they get questioned, or this person tries to gain your attention once again, which might result in his blood boiling further.

+ he's more than willing to vouch for you if you feel a little insecure at that moment. probably something along the lines of, 'i think we're done here.' i can also see a scenario where he makes sure you're away from the person, and then he puts them in their place. 'i'm letting you off this time. but do anything to my partner and this would not be the last time we'd meet.'

+ but say if you tell the person to back off, his heart is doing loop de loops. he is on the floor. on his knees. melting into a marshmallow as we speak. he's so in love with you.

+ 'were you jealous, 'nami?' 'oh i just happened to catch them messing with you.' try as much as you can and he will never admit it <3

gojo satoru

+ where do i even begin with this man.

+ being with gojo already means dealing with his fame frequently, and having him as your boyfriend is - you can say - pretty challenging. though he ensures you don't have to feel the pressure he undergoes too. he wants you to understand that he did end up being with you for so many reasons. 

+ you feel like home to him. sure he's been around, trying to find someone he could date, but to have ended up with you made him feel content. when he's around you, he does not have to put up any kind of facade to make you happy. he doesn't have to use his abilities in front of you, he doesn't feel like he's being used as a weapon either. 'only you've seen the weakest parts of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer,' he has claimed once. having all of that said, this man does NOT shut up about you. he talks about you to anyone he can find. his students 100% have heard so many stories about you already, trust me.

+ gojo is. the cocky (?) kind of jealous. THIS man would go in guns blazing, either bluntly or indirectly, no in between. he executes it perfectly too; so that you wouldn't be annoyed LMAO

+ LITERALLY anyone can make him feel like his guts are churning. when you're cuddling animals and he's praying he could be cuddled the same way too (he loves being small spoon). kids huddle around you and he wishes he could be a kid all over again. his mouth is foaming with envy. gojo is feral. the first time you've seen him spring into action was when this person cannot leave you alone for a goddamn second. they kept trying to grab your hand, which you couldn't tolerate.

+ without any warning, gojo just swoops in between you two, kissing you long and hard. 'ravishing as ever, my love,' he chuckled, pulling away. 'is that my favorite flavor?' he asked, pressing his lips together.

+ 'mm. it is. now, where were we...?' he whips his head to face the person bothering you earlier. he MAKES SURE he has his arms around you before saying, 'should i introduce you to my partner? oh. hate to break it to ya, but they're taken. try again, buddy.'

+ enjoys it if you ever did the same with anyone who's trying to hit on him too. would definitely make out with you after (/▽＼)

ryomen sukuna

+ extremely, aggressively, would kill someone for you type of jealous. sukuna is not afraid to admit that to you, or anyone around him. he finds it fun too - having you all to himself and no one else.  the possessiveness and power he holds is undefeatable. yuuji just wonders how did he manage to get you at this point -

+ this type of behavior probably originates from the time where he had a lover, but they were taken away from him too soon. fearing for the worst, he's gonna do everything he can to keep you safe. i feel like despite you reassuring him nothing of that sort would happen, he will continue to do what he knows is right - protecting you. he loves aggressively. that's how he has always seen it. in his dreams he's sitting on his throne, cradling you, keeping you close to his chest. a solemn oath to not let anyone take him away from you.

+ before he had learnt (from you) to trust you more, there was a time where he realized how annoyingly close a sorcerer was to you. surely you didn't plan on cheating on him with someone like that, right? 

+ with the rage fueling up within him, he was practically teleporting to where the two of you were standing. seconds before he was about to rip the person's head away from their body, you screamed, grabbing his hand. 'what do you think you're doing?!!'

+ 'what? i'm not gonna let some whiny punk take you. you really think i'm not up to your standards?' he looked over to the person in his clutches. 'you have some nerve, thinking you're better than me.' huffing, you exclaimed, 'sukuna. they meant no harm, and i already told them off. before things here get ugly, let them go NOW.' 

+ you think this man felt guilty? no. dropping the person on the ground, he walked up to you. 'they tried to reel you in, didn't they? you really think i'm gonna shut up about that?! what happened to-,'

+ 'god, LISTEN! yes they were. what do you think i told them, sukuna?' your hands landed on his chest, pushing him away. 'oh,' he first said, followed by a longer 'ohhhh'. smirking, he inched closer to you. you could feel his nails digging through your fabric and you could've sworn they left holes (to which he didn't, he just loved holding you tight). 'told 'em i was yours, huh.'

+ '....don't you dare try and chop heads off just because they were trying to ask me out. i'm not that naive,' you looked away. of course this man knows when to make you feel all giddy when you didn't need to. 'you hear me, ryomen sukuna?'

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[caramel-maveeato]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ♡˚₊。。。

❧❤ SYNOPSIS: you “accidentally” drink too much, your boyfriend comes to the rescue... ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff, reader is also a counter ♡ TW: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing ♡ Word count: 1.6k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

You had no idea how this happened. It was supposed to be a silly (stupid) decision to try all the soju flavors you could find in your local store and see which one tastes the best.

And here you were, passing out cold on your table for god knows how long and looking like you were in the middle of some demonic ritual, except replacing candles with a bunch of half-done bottles of soju. 

Reaching out for your phone, your vision was blurry and your head was spinning from consuming too much alcohol, but you still managed to comprehend whatever appeared on the screen. More than 10 missed calls from Ms. Chu, several from Hana and Motak, and even a few from your new teammate Jeokbong, all bombarding your poor phone with continuous notifications of unanswered calls and texts. 

And the most impressive number was 22 missed calls from So Mun.

Holy shit.

What the fork happened while you were blacked out? Why did everyone blow your phone up? Once again, you had no idea. 

You took a quick glance at some of the texts from Hana, it turned out that the team was alerted by a level 2 evil spirit, but you were nowhere in sight or in contact. 

Cursing quietly under your breath for recklessly giving in to your impulsive decision, you held your pounding head with one hand, wincing in discomfort as you tried to get up from your seat. 

Your legs trembled from the horrendous migraine. You could barely walk, the ground seemed to sink and dig a hole underneath your foot every time you took a step, yet you were still confident enough to think you would make it to Eonni’s noodle in this half-drunk condition. 

You placed your other hand on the wall, trying to support your now-useless legs while you struggled to reach your front door. The hallway in your house has never been this long before, it was almost like you were walking on a treadmill while being hung upside down. 

Yet, things couldn’t even get worse. You, for some reason, tripped on pure air, staggering on your feet and ready to descend. 

You couldn’t hear your front door making a click sound as it flung open, but you for sure noticed that the ground wasn’t as hard as it looked, perhaps it wasn’t the ground. A familiar scent filled your nostrils, your eyes shut tight and you dropped into a familiar warmth. Even the way that pair of arms instantly wrapped around your figure was also too familiar. 

Your ears ring with the sound of silent nonsense, humming like different noises blending together chaotically after the sudden fall. But you were quick to come back to your senses again upon hearing the voice you secretly would be dying to hear every day. 

“Y/n! Hey, Y/n, are you alright?!”

Instead of answering, you clung onto him like a koala on a tree and pressed your face against his chest, taking in his pleasant scent to ease up the nose-aching smell of alcohol flowing in your living room. 

Your boyfriend hugged you back just as tightly. His chest rose and fell urgently against yours, even the sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it was as if he just ran a whole mile, which he pretty much did: “Y/n… you scared me to death, you know that?”

Your voice was muffled against his skin, murmuring exhaustedly: “Sorry, I was…um, sleeping.”

So Mun let out a sigh, both relieved and somewhat frustrated. But you both knew very well that he could never stay mad at you for so long. He gently pulled you out of his chest to look you in the eye, which you weakly protested and glued yourself back into his arms: “Did you drink?”

Knowing there were no other excuses you could make, you didn’t have a choice but to nod your head in confirmation, making him sigh again with concern shown clearly in his voice: “Why? You were never one to black out drunk before, did something happen?”

You had to explain to him, in detail, the real reason so he wouldn’t get so worried, hiccupping between your breaths as you talked. You noticed So Mun’s eyebrows raised slightly the more you spoke, seeming to be very amused at you while he pinches your nose gently, helping you hold your breath to stop the hiccup and trying to suppress his smile.

After you were done talking and hiccupping, he cupped your cheeks and lifted your face up, examining your face to see if you were truthfully doing fine and if there was no uncomfortable secret you hid from him. Then, he planted a peck on your lips, not caring if the taste of fruit-flavored soju started lingering on his lips as well: “Are you able to walk?”

You nodded lightheartedly, trying to stand up although your legs didn’t even waste a second to betray you again. 

He chuckled, running his hand on your flushed cheek to feel how your temperature had raised under the influence of alcohol, his eyes softly and attentively at yours before he turned around to face you with his back: “C’mon, everyone is waiting for us.”

If your face wasn’t already reddened, his action right now definitely made an impact on making your skin bloom with heat. You climbed onto his back, grinning quietly as you made sure to wrap your arms around his neck firmly. His strong body picked you up with zero effort, handling you with so much care like you’re his most precious treasure. 

You could only realize how worn out you were when you finally relaxed against his back, letting him escort you out of your house with one of his hands holding your shoes. 

His hair tickled your skin when you buried your face in his nape. You couldn’t help but want to mess with him a bit despite how shitty your body was feeling at the moment: “Dear, I think I want to puke.”

So Mun’s footsteps stopped in their tracks at the announcement, not knowing whether he should laugh or panic. His head tilted to your face slightly even when he couldn’t really see how hard you were trying to hold your giggle: “As much as I love you, don’t you dare throw up on me, Y/n-ah.”

You burst out laughing. However, you soon toned down since your throat and stomach were honestly acting up lightly from the burning of liquor: “Just kidding, you’re too good-looking for me to do such a thing.”

“Oh, you little...”

“I know, I know. I love you too, So Munie.”

He smiles, his ears turning pink at your remarks, squeezing his hold on your thighs affectionately: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The night breeze sighed through your hair, supplying a fresh source of air to your aching lungs. You can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever, on his back and savoring his warmth. 

“So… you basically freaked everyone out just because of those flavored sojus?”

Despite So Mun’s words sounding somewhat like he was investigating you, his tone felt more nonchalant and playful, obviously he was only intending to annoy you. This made you roll your eyes, though you actually felt a wave of guilt for accidentally scaring your entire fam shitless:

“At least I came to the conclusion that peach is the best, and green grape is overrated.”

“Yeah yeah, and prepare yourself for what comes next. Ms. Chu and Hana-noona are probably holding spatulas waiting for you to be back.”

You whined quietly, your throat still burning fairly and your head sore just from the image of getting scolded by the mommies of the group: “As my amazing and caring boyfriend, I think you should help me out of that.”

“Maybe you deserve to be taught a lesson.” So Mun chuckles. From this angle, you couldn’t see that there was a glint blazing in his dark chocolate irises, his voice softening almost as tender as a whisper, so hazy that you nearly mistaken his voice for a whistle of the night wind:

“All jokes aside, you really did scare me so bad, baby.”

It’s only logical that they were freaking out when you suddenly disappeared, especially in the middle of chaos where things escalated badly not long ago—they’ve come face-to-face with one of the evil spirits who wiped out the entire Chinese counter team. Hearing nothing from you at such wrong-timing times only drove them to assume the worst.

“I can’t even stand the mere thought of something happening to you… You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day if you keep this up.”

Hearing this made you secretly go in awe. You nuzzled your face into his hair, feeling his soft curls scratch against your skin. Your arms tightened around his neck as you whispered: “I’m sorry… this will never happen again, I promise.”

So Mun nuzzled his head back against your face in returning to your loving gesture, lifting you up slightly so that you were even more pressed against him: “It’s alright, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."

He sent you one of his signature soft smiles, one that almost always beamed on his face whenever he caught a glimpse of you. While he carried you through the night, the streetlights on top of your heads glowing like stars: “The next time you plan on drinking, at least call me over so we can pass out drunk together.”

“And then get smacked on the head by the adults, hooray.”

“We’re also adults, Y/n…”

[always-together]

Hello once again! Still have a few asks on my Spamton blog to answer, but those can wait til tomorrow. Until then, all threads have been replied too!! I’m sorry for the long wait while my life briefly descended into chaos, but things seem like they’ll be alright for now until college goes back later this month. So I’ll try to be here often til then!

Speaking of which, here’s the new muse thingie/explanation I promised:

So, I went to see Deadpool and Wolverine with my dad several days ago (it’s our tradition to see MCU movies together). He’d seen the first two Deadpool movies, I went in complete blind. My only knowledge of Deadpool was from probably the worse things to get a first impression of him from (his solo video game and digital pinball table), so I assumed this would be a dumb movie with no stakes and constant fourth wall jokes.

Although there were several fourth wall jokes (quite a few of which had me wheezing lol), I wasn’t prepared for how…surprisingly deep Wade/Deadpool is as a character? Don’t get me wrong, he’s crass and wisecracking and almost never shuts up, but there’s also the fact that he seems to genuinely care underneath it all. He seems to have a good heart that just gets twisted up due to the shit that’s happened to him. The fact that the plot is instigated by him refusing to watch his universe die kinda jolted me, and I’ve gone from hating to appreciating-even kinda genuinely liking-the character in the span of a few days.

I binged the first two movies totally legally today while escaping the heat. And uh…long story short, I think I really like Movie/MCU!Deadpool. And I’d like to try writing him. The problem comes from how crass and non-PG13 he is, he pretty much goes against every single character I’ve written so far. I’m at a crossroads with how I should go about this: I want to do him justice (to a point), but don’t want stuff clashing if that makes sense.

I want to write a Movie!Deadpool who knows some lady is writing him and is in it as much for the hijinks as he is to make new friends that he hopes convince him to stay alive and stay grounded. Friends who help him simultaneously be less depressed and provide an outlet for him to joke around, referencing their FCs and Muns on occasion. Nothing incredibly crass on the level of the new movie would be said (I have a line lol), I promise he would behave. Mostly. There will be no smut, per usual, although sex-related topics might come up.

So…unable to settle this conundrum by myself, I turn things over to a poll for you guys to vote on. Help me out if you can, before the brainrot takes over and I do something weird I regret 😅

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

18+ no minors please this is an NSFW blog with mature topics discussed,any ageless,blank blogs will be blocked.Sorry not sorry!

Mun is 40, she/her

Asks and DM's are always open, feel free to ask me anything 

I have 5 muses right now that I can currently RP with (Bio for them will follow) so when sending asks or dms please specify who you're interested in rp'ing with.

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Muse list after read more

Dean Winchester

“I’m Dean Winchester, I’m an Aquarius, like long walks on the beach and frisky women. Me and my brother Sammy hunt the things that go bump in the night, yeah that’s right we’re hunters. Family business and all. There isn’t anything I won’t do to protect my brother, even if it means sacrificing myself. My car Baby is the best Sammy and I  have a lot of memories in it and it's been in some tough situations but it’s always dependable unlike most people, oh and I love pie and classic rock. Remember driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. So if you think you have a ghost problem or maybe some ghoul stuff give me a call”

Lloyd Hansen

“Hello Sunshine! I don’t know why I need to say anything about myself. I should be pretty well known by now, but sure let me tell you about my favorite subject…me. I used to work for the CIA but then I decided why not freelance and be my own boss, which means my own rules. I’m sure everyone wants to know why I left the CIA, well it’s simple. I like doing things in lets say non ethical, non legal ways and that ruffled some feathers I guess, too bad for them I guess. Sent me to do a job to get some flash drive and had the biggest thorn in my ass….Court Gentry, dickhead messed up my hand and well that was my torture and shooting hand. Need something dealt with Sunshine you know how to find me”

Ransom Drysdale

“I don’t like you and I can guarantee you won’t like me,but you’ll probably love my money, well my family's money. I’ve been called many names, some of my favorite Trust Fund prick, asshole, jerk and many more, but what’s funny is everyone once you find out you have money everyone has their grubby hands out. I’m probably the most interesting, fascinating person you will ever meet and I will make your dull little life exciting. The only person I care about is me, myself and I, and when I found out my grandfather was cutting me out of his will, well I couldn’t let that happen could I did what I had too. And what was that you ask, you didn’t ask? Well too bad I’m telling you anyway, nothing short of murder (twice, wow I know) and I tried to frame the help. Just a normal day when you have money, so if I’m bored I might want to talk depends on my mood.

Rebecca Allen

Rebecca Allen was a woman with a bright future, that all changed the day she became Pandora Celestia. The day was ordinary until it wasn’t, the explosion should have killed her but instead it turned her into something more. As she lay close to death the terrigen mist enveloped her,keeping death away and giving her powers beyond her knowledge. Visions, terrible and horrible, are always destined to come true. She was able to peer inside of people’s minds and sway them to her will, and after enough practice could hone her powers into a physical weapon.

And thus Pandora Celestia was born, the powers she wielded terrified her and every time she feared she would lose control and either she would be destroyed or the power would over take her. Eventually she learned to hide her powers hoping that one day she could learn to control them and use them for good. Trying to help those she can, she's always vigilant to not over use her powers but to do everything she can to help anyone who needs it.

(art from Pinterest)

Cassandra Pendragon “Cassie”

Age: 200+ (long life from powerful witchcraft and being a shifter)

Cassandra Pendragon or Cassie as was called by friends, came from a long line of witches going all the way back to King Authur. She was rather proud of that aspect of her family tree, it gave her some credibility in case her skills were ever questioned. And it wasn’t often that her skills were questioned, but mistakes could be made. Speaking of mistakes, the other half of her family was what most people in the witch/magic community deemed “Undesirable” ; it was always thought that being a shifter made magic weak. Cassie on the other hand found that to not be the case, in fact she felt her magic was stronger for it. When she shifted her magic complimented her form, she became what she called a mystic wolf.

Abilities: Powerful spells and hexes, the ability to turn into a wolf or cat

Once witches and shifters alike found out about her she was shunned by both groups, witches feared the amount of power she had, and shifters didn’t normally trust witches so this made them even more wary. After taking various odd jobs, one went south and a witch and shifter were killed.Cassie received the blame and was hunted, always on the run she did what she had to in order to survive. She wasn’t against killing but it was only done if there was no other option. While on the run she realized she could turn into a simple house cat. Being a house cat was great to gather information and hide. Deciding she needs to set her name right she sets out to find the real killers so she can go back to her “normal life”

Ophelia Deathholme

Age: 40

Abilities: Can resurrect the dead, can communicate with the dead and has the abilities of the dead she encounters.

(dividers made by @saradika-graphics) (art from Pinterest)

Necromancy the practice of communicating with the dead in order to predict the future, that was at least the actual definition of the word.To Ophelia Deathholme it was more than just the plot to a book or movie it was part of her job, she used her talents to raise the dead working as a coroner for the police. The dead needed a voice, someone to get them justice, to help their families move on, to help the departed to move on. Initially she was met with skepticism. People thought she was taking advantage of the families by giving them “false” hope, that changed when she brought back a young woman who had been brutally murdered.

The family and officers were in the room and Ophelia kept trying to tell them all that her story wasn’t over, after being told numerous times to just do her job she took matters into her own hands. Normally the bigger the sacrifice the bigger the return, since all Ophelia needed was the young woman to speak she just used a small amount of her own blood. Speaking the words she knew too well the young woman sat up staring at Ophelia, the family was shocked and one of the cops passed out. Ophelia looked at the woman, her voice soft “Who killed you?” The young woman swallowed hard and paused as if trying to figure out the answer. 

Everyone watched as the woman began to point, suddenly the lights went out and movement could be heard. Suddenly screaming broke out, then nothing, Ophelia backed up until she was touching the dead woman. She felt a whisper in her ear “He will find you little necromancy he wants your power by any means necessary.” Swallowing hard Ophelia the lights turned on and she was shocked at what she saw, everyone in the room was dead and arranged to spell her first name.

The young woman looks at her family sadly before turning back to Ophelia “He has been watching you, watching your power grow until the time is right. He will come for you and try and tempt you, do not allow him to. He will destroy the world and you will be his tool” The young woman coughs hard and smiles “Thank you for giving me justice, my father killed me in a fit of anger and now I can rest” The young woman motions Ophelia to move closer “We the dead wish to help you, we shall lend you our gifts for you will need them.” The air changes and Ophelia gasps as she feels power flowing into her, falling to the floor she passes out.

Waking hours later she feels strangely refreshed,standing she cries out in pain. Finally standing she makes her way to a sink and looks in the mirror at a large jagged wound across her face.

“Great just great” “I recommend cleansing the wound and then applying butterfly bandages to the wound” Looking Ophelia sees a young nurse, quickly realizing that she was a ghost. The ghost smiles and bows and walks over to Ophelia and walks into her, her eyes roll back into her head as she begins taking care of her wounds. Once finished the ghost leaves Ophelia’s body and bows again before leaving, gasping as she sits on the floor, realizing that now not only can she raise the dead  but they can use their skills to help her. Realizing she has this power she uses it to still help the dead but now must figure out who has been watching her and why.

[rupesnigra]

hello, dears! thank you to everyone in our dms for your patience with us the last few months! we're posting this long-awaited update to inform you that due to the issues we have consistently had with tumblr, we will be password protecting our future blog in about a week for two months time, after which we will begin again! this blog is our main blog, so it will remain here unharmed until we're ready to use it once more! for those who may be unaware, either due to our tumblr messages not passing, or for the inconsistency of our replies to private asks, tumblr has been causing various problems for krp blogs both new and old since mid-october of last year. for us, starting around december, this has included things like dms glitching so that entire conversations go missing at random intervals ( only to magically reappear weeks later before disappearing again ), various coding issues with tumblr not allowing us to transfer blogs for posterity, posts getting eaten and queues saving only to disappear when we log out. in the recent months this has escalated to one admin being unable to see anything on our dash, to the point where tumblr will not save their visit to the account in their data.

we originally thought this was because of the flooding, power outage issues, and general internet instability in our area, but we have seen reports of other admins having similar and worse issues, though none to our degree with a blog still standing. whether we are all encountering such issues due to reporting claims or tumblr's rule changes, these issues have interfered greatly in our conversations with our members across all platforms for months and has halted our revamp as we have focused efforts on troubleshooting instead of updating in our spare time.

in the interest of not getting our tumblr blog taken down we will converse with tumblr support about the issues we have been experiencing! we have been in contact with them intermittently so far with good results, so rest assured, we are not shutting rupes down! our aff will still remain up and we will accept dms regarding any questions about this decision there!

we've gone through two volumes of rupesnigra since 2020, and each has brought the most illuminating muns and stories to our footsteps. we love the safe haven we have built here, and are always amazed when it manages to withstand the trials of the world and krp. we hope to finalize our revamp to bring you all a third volume safely, soon!

to those seeking to join rupesnigra, consider our home yours already! please wait for us to dust the furniture, brighten the rooms, plump the pillows, and make this space all the more welcoming for you. we will have jasmine tea, and many stories, and little strawberry cookies waiting for you when you finally come home ♡

have a happy spring, lovely creatures! write many things, so that you can show us everything when you return (or grace us for the first time)! :)

all our love, — k&&d.

[demon-blood-youths]

Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem || Part 15. Rough Recovery

Hi guys! This is part 15. This is for my rp partner, @the-silver-peahen-residence and this is going to be emotional drabble. I’m not good at conveying emotions than action scenes. Also note: This drabble might have grammar errors. Also! Please the previous parts if you miss any! 

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Part 10 - Resolution???

Part 11 - Peak of Anger

Part 12 - Head Hunt ( written by Peahen-Mun)

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 1

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 2 ( written by Peahen-Mun )

Part 14 - Airport Battle

------- Summary -----

After defeating and apprhending Ray Decham and Adam Ripper, everything is now over. Or is it? There is one last thing that the DBT needs to do. Or rather Navarro especially. An apology to the six boys. How would this meeting go between Navarro and the boys??

------- A few days later....hospital -------

She opens her eyes slowly. She hears beeping sounds and other things. She begins to yawn a little. Ugh. Her head. What happened? Is she in a hospital? “Ugh....”

“Ink! You’re awake.” 

She heard the familiar sound of Ophelia. 

“Ophelia. Is that you?” Ink looks to see Ophelia and another familiar face. Akiko Yasno. The doctor of the ADA. “Dr. Akiko!” 

“Nice to see you awake, Ink.” Akiko said. “You got everyone scared for a moment.” 

“I did?” Ink asked then she tries to remember. She widen her eyes. “Wait...where’s everyone. Is everyone okay? How are they-” But Dr. Akiko raised her hand up making Ink stop talking for a moment. “Everyone is fine. Not only that, we apprehend the ones responsible. So rest easy.” Akiko smiled to which Ophelia nods. 

“Oh...” Ink relaxes a little. “That’s good to know.” 

“That said...we need you rest a little longer before getting any visitors. Your friends and everyone else wants to visit you.” Said Akiko. Ink nods. “Got it. Will do.” 

----- Hospital Rooftop Patio------

A few days after the airport and the mansion assault, the two main villains responded for the party attack were now in jail and will be in trail for next month. Right now, the boys were now calmed and slowly becoming themselves once again. But then they got a text from Fosh.

The boys gathered together on a table when they are texted by Fosh for a meeting with the two member of the DBT; Shdwkyz and Navarro. The teenage boys are worried. Ren is staying silent while sipping his coffee. Midoriya looks nervous. Atsushi looks worried. Bakugo is tapping on his foot. Rin is crossing his arms and Denji is laying his head on the table, just spacing out. All of them got drinks from the cafe as thanks from Shdwkyz.

“Jeez...can you stop with the tapping?!” Rin said, getting annoyed.

“Shut up. I’m worried about Ink.” Bakugo retorted. 

“Ink is fine. She just woken up.” Atsushi said.

“Can we visit her now?”  Denji asked.

“Not yet. Yosano said she needs to rest more before she get visitors yet.” Atsushi reminded him making the chainsaw hybrid groaned. Midoriya nods. “It makes sense. Ink needs a lot of rest. I heard that Yosano’s quirk can take a lot of someone. I hope she is okay.”

Everyone didn’t say anything. Although...they wonder what the meeting is about.

“Do you think Ink’s friends are mad at us?” Midoriya asked.

“After we fight each other...I’m not sure. Most defnitely.” Atsushi said, he felt embrassed.

“They’re probably shocked as everyone there before the attack.” Ren said.

“Great...I felt like an asshole.” Rin muttered.

“Yeah...I felt like shit.” Said Denji while Bakugo grunts, not going to argue there. But then they heard footsteps coming from the inside. It’s Navarro, Yuuka and Shdwkyz. Now the boys prepared themselves for the talk or whatever it is. Because they heard Navarro is very protective of Ink and probably going to do all the talking. 

But they have no idea that Navarro is now nervous. The boys think he’s pissed which is way far off. Because they have no idea what’s going to happen in the next several minutes.

“How’s everyone doing?” Shdwkyz breaks the ice as Navarro sits down in the center while Yuuka sits at his left while Shdwkyz is standing behind him. 

“Fine.” Atsushi begins.

“Good.” Midoriya said.

“Very well.” Ren answered.

“Hm.” Bakugo said.

“M’fine.” Said Denji.

“I just glad we caught the bastards.” Rin said making the boys agreed. Shdwkyz nods, “Good. As you all know, Ink is awake and she needs time to herself before she sees any visitors. The first thing she asked is about us and she is glad to know that everyone is alright.” Shdwkyz tells them making the boys sigh with relief. “Thanks to you six, we got the people involved in the attack down. So thank you. All fraction leaders prevented a second attack so we can rest easy. But first before we meet Ink...Navarro has something to say to you all.”

Everyone is ready for Navarro. He looks to be fidgeting before moving his mouth.

“I....” Navarro begins.

“Uh...look Navarro. Sorry for interrupting! Before you say anything! We’re really sorry about the party! Me and everyone were talking about it and we’re really sorry for the way we acted.” Said Midoriya speaking for the group. The boys nodded in agreement. But Shdwkyz shakes his head and corrects them while Navarro slumps his shoulders. 

“Actually, Midoriya...you and the other five have no need to apologize. If anything, Navarro is the one who should be apologizing.” Said Shdwkyz. This got the boys confused.

“What do you mean?” Midoriya said. Yuuka looks over to Navarro who is now nervous. Yuuka puts a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to tell them or me?” She asked. She knew that Navarro is now a nervous wreck. He looks guilty and pissed off for what he did. 

“No...it’s fine, Yuuka. These guys deserve to know. Uh...about the party. It’s all me.” Navarro said it. The boys are now dumbfounded.

“All you? What are you talking about?” Rin asked.

“What do you mean?” Atsushi asked. 

“The party was to gather you guys and see how you react to each other and I want to confirm my suspicions to my fraction. Just to prove my point. Especially with the new guy, Denji.” Navarro explains. 

“Hah?” Denji looks confused. 

“The plan is to see if it’s true. If guys love Ink and how you guys are going to show it. We had those games I came up with my fraction and Kali twisted the games to her own fun.” Navarro heard Shdwkyz clears his throat, “Because I allow her to when she told me the idea about Ink seeing you guys act  out so we can weed out the competition like she says or something. I didn’t listen, I just wanted to prove that I’m right..”

“True faces???” Midoriya said is now dumbfounded.

“Weed out competition???” Atsushi said, confused by this.

 “I dragged my entire fraction into this stupid plan because I noticed how close you guys were to her and it got me worried.” Navarro said. This is so hard but he needs to let this out. He needs to keep it together. “At first...I was thinking the Bronx Zoo plan where you all can confront Denji  by making a false call but we scratched that idea so we think of the party idea to do that.”

“HUH?!” Denji stares in disbelief. 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Bakugo now getting upset. “What did the hell did you and your friends just pull?!”

Everyone is trying to make sense of what Navarro is talking but Ren is starting to understand what’s going on so he summarized for the boys to understand. 

“Navarro. Are you telling us the real reason behind the party and those games that Kali facilicated is to confirm your suspicious that we love her so you can make a point to your team. Not only that. You want us to fight each other over her so you want her to pick out of six of us. That’s what the games about? So you can have Ink to watch? ” Ren asked, trying to make sense of this.

“Yeah. sorta...” Navarro said, this got the boys alarmed. “But-But...” 

“So that’s what Kali is talking about....” Midoriya begins, holding his head in his hands, shaking his head. 

“But why??!” Atsushi asked in exprastetion. 

“Because...well...um....” Navarro is trying to say something but Rin wants to know something. 

“Hold on! Did Ink knew?” Rin asked.

“I have feeling she didn’t knew, did she?” Ren asked. 

“She didn’t knew.” Navarro confirmed. “Even now, she doesn’t know. She was kept out of the loop, me and the rest of my fraction hold meetings without her present. She didn’t know the reason behind it even now.  She thought the party is the same as usual. The games was my idea and so is the party idea. At first we want to see how you guys interact and so I can confirm and prove to Shdwkyz and the rest that I’m not paranoid. But then Kali twisted the games to make a Love Oylpmics out of it so I can know what you guys really think of her.” Navarro explained. This got everyone shocked and now upset. 

“I was the one who keep Ink busy when they had a third meeting when it came to the party planning stuff.” Yuuka said, now feeling shit too. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Bakugo asked, angrily. “You knew too, you damn posion bit-”

“Bakugo..” Midoriya warns, quieting Bakugo down because Bakugo never heard his rival refer to his name  before so this made the blond startled. Midoriya sighs then asks the short teen directly. “Navarro...why did you do this?”

That’s a good question. Why? That’s what the boys wanted to know.

“Exactly! Why would you do this?! What are you trying to accomplish?!” Atsushi asked, now upset.

“Yeah! Were you trying to make fools of us?!” Rin asked, now ticked off. “What the hell?!” 

“Not cool!” Denji yelled. “I just want to party with everybody!” 

“Why would you do this?” Ren asked. “What made you come up with this? What was the reason? Navarro?” 

Navarro slams his hands on the table and stands up. 

“Look! The reason for the party is protecting Ink! You guys went out with her during these days and you gave her gifts right?! That got me worried and I made this plan for the party. I mean shit! You know how Ink is! She fights for everyone and she always put everyone first before her! You all saw it. The last thing I wanted is Ink to get hurt. Shdwkyz and my friends didn’t believe me because I was paranoid so I just want to prove point to them that I wasn’t paranoid!” Navarro explains himself then continues, “I mean she doesn’t know how to date people and I got really worried and I thought maybe it will help her. Oblivion told me about this harem thing and I got spooked, okay. The last thing I wanted is to hurt her and I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was just trying to protect her and-”

Then a resounding smack echoes throughout the rooftop patio. The five boys jumped in their chairs and were in shock especially Bakugo with his wide-eyed eyes as he sees red imprint slap on Navarro’s right cheek. Denji, Atsushi and Rin had to wince at sound of the smack while Ren closes his eyes when it made contact before reopening them. Shdwkyz widen his eyes and so did Yuuka. They never expected the person to lash out at Navarro, his plan and trying to excuse it. And who is that person??

“You......” A certain green-haired boy talks as his voice shakes and green eyes are full of anger making Navarro tremble. 

“What the HELL is wrong with you?!” Midroya Izuku asked angrily before he grabs the short teen’s collar, getting into his face. The boys can see Midoriya clearly pissed off.  The chair hits the floor when the green hero stands up. 

“Protecting Ink?! How is that protecting her?? Aren’t you her best friend?! Her second in command?! She trusts you then you go and did this?! For what?! Protecting her from what?!” Midoriya told him shaking him a little. “The person you wanted to protect is the one you hurt the most! Ink!  You put her in the spot for no reason because you were worried about us?! US?! Shouldn’t you be worry about her?! Did you even consider how Ink feels right now?! Did you even think this through??!”

“I-I-I” Navarro stammered. But the answer is clear for the green hero and so for the five. They are now frowning now. 

“You didn’t. Not only that, you humiliated her in front of everyone when Kali asked her which one of us that Ink pick, putting her in the spot. She didn’t want to pick because she didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. You embarrassed her, Navarro.” Midoriya continues, “At that point, you should stop Kali when it escalate but you didn’t. You allow it to continue. Instead of talking to us like grown-ups if you’re that worried!! You went and did this. And for what?! You didn’t thought about Ink at all!”

He got him there. Shdwkyz thought. 

Midoriya. Yuuka thought. He knows what to say in this situation.  Navarro felt terrible and winced, taking this in and Midoriya continues.

“Ink said to us that she shouldn’t be the reason that we fought. Do you know what that means??? It means she felt guilty about what’s going on and felt she is the real reason for the party being ruined. But the most responsible for this party is YOU! Not Kali. Not your fraction. Not us. Not Ink. YOU! Just because you want to prove that you’re right?” Midoriya tell him sternly before he calms down a bit, “Navarro.” He said his name for Navarro to look at Midoriya in the eye. His emerald green eyes into his forest green eyes, “Out of everyone you need to apologize to. You need to apologize to Ink, your leader and friend the most. That’s the first thing you should do if you want to make it up to us.” Midoriya lets go out of him and drops him in his seat.

The boys were silent because every word that Midoriya said is correct. He said it way better than any of them here.

Navarro heard this and nods. “I-you’re right, Midoriya. Shit, I was stupid. I’m sorry to you and everyone here. I should apologize to Ink after she recovers. That’s what I’m going to do right now.” He said. 

“Good. That’s what you should supposed to do.” Said Atsushi firmly. “Ink needs to hear it from you, Navarro. You have some explaining to do.” 

“You really owe Ink an apology, man.” Said Rin, frowning.

“Yeah man...not cool. Trying to get us to fight us and make us look bad but also make Ink look really bad. Not cool. That was really shitty of you.” Denji said. 

“Indeed. Like Midoriya said, Navarro. You hurt Ink the most. Ink wanted everyone else together to have fun when you came up with the party. She really want to have fun with but you and Kali had to do all this just to prove to your fraction that you were right about something? You really didn’t think this through.” Said Ren making everyone nod.

“Fucking moron...” Bakugo muttered. “I might be an asshole but damn...you’re the worst. A dick and a dumbass at that.” He told Navarro straightforward. He looks over to Shdwkyz and Yuuka. “And you’re worse than he is. You let this go on? You should of stop him from continue this shit. You dumbasses enabled him.”

“I have no excuse.” Shdwkyz said. “But Yuuka is dragged into this and she didn’t want to hurt Ink and-”

“Shdwkyz. Don’t. Bakugo is right. I’m a terrible friend. I should of told Ink what’s going on but I was worried if I made it worse. But I should of.” Yuuka said.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re here to apologize to us. But you and your fraction need to make it up to Ink, you know. When it comes to being a team, it’s nothing worse than a team hurting their teammate.” Ren said.

“Ren is right. Ink needs to know about this. You can’t let this happen again.” Atsushi said.

And with that, the meeting is over. Navarro is the first to leave and making his way to Ink’s room, excusing himself. 

----- One hour later ----

“Midoriya slapped Navarro?!” Fosh exclaimed making Yuuka nod. “Yea,  I didn’t expect that but I’m not surprised” She said. But Midoriya is the most passionate of all when it comes to heroing. Not only that, he gives the talk to people who did wrong and doesn’t put up with anyone tries to make up excuses for doing wrong things. It’s unexpected but it made sense because Midoriya said it like it is. Navarro hurt Ink the most out of everyone here. 

“Damn...” Rust commented. “But I can’t blame him.” 

“Same. I didn’t expect that.” Jaron said.

“Indeed.” Hellmare said.

“I was taken back too. I thought the others would want to beat him up but Midoriya beat them to it. None of them want to beat Navarro because Midoriya said everything that they wanted to say.” Said Shdwkyz. Out of everyone who want to knock some sense into Navarro. Shdwkyz can see the outcomes. Bakugo and Denji, absolutely! Because they get really angry quickly by this and for good reason. If it weren’t for that stupid first game, Bakugo wouldn’t make Ashely cried and Denji wouldn’t be attacked over a stupid game, making him an outside of the group. 

Rin, most probably. He would probably punch Navarro in the face for pulling this kind of thing. Atsushi? Definitely. He would grab and yell at him while shaking him. Ren? He doesn’t know him but he can give Navarro a staredown and would give him a piece of his mind that can make Navarro think twice. 

But Midoriya? He was the last person he least expected to lash out because well...compared to his rival, Bakugo who can get pissed off and fight everyone who did wrong or wronged him. He would be calm and telling the situation like it is. But it seems like Midoriya has feelings for Ink and hearing what Midoriya said. It made sense and made Shdwkyz guilty that he shouldn’t stop Navarro in his tracks.

“The most happy person is the someone you don’t want to mess with...” Oblivion commented. Everyone agreed.

“Not only that, we need to be aware that we’re partially responsible too in this. We enable this stupid plan and none of us did a damn thing about that.” Shdwkyz said. “So I think we should all apologize to Ink and the six.” 

Nobody in the fraction argued. Because in some way, they let this damn plan go on and nobody ever told Navarro to knock this shit off.

“I guess the best way to go about this now is to make it up to them.” Shdwkyz said.

“I agree.” Yuuka said. 

“So where’s Navarro?” Jaron said.

“He’s talking with Ink right now.” Shdwkyz said. “And I don’t mind if Ink want to punish us for what we did.” “Yes. I think we should accept the punishment.” Jaron said, now feeling bad now.

“I don’t mind getting beat up right now.” Said Rust.

“Or have my laptop thrown out the window.” Fosh said.

“Or being expelled from the fraction.” Hellmare. Yeah that’s one worse. Ink would want to abandon the fraction if she heard all that. Everyone in the DBT felt really bad now. Bakugo is right. We allowed this to continue and enabled this. Now the question is. How would Ink react to this revelation as Navarro talks to her.

------ Meanwhile...back on the Rooftop Paito -----

“So the party and those stupid games is about confirming that dumbass’s suspicions to see if we like Ink or not because we got her gifts and all that shit? That fucking moron.” Bakugo muttered making the boys sigh except for Midoriya who is silent. 

“I can see why it worries him since I heard from Ink that he’s protective of her but he didn’t need to go and do all that.” Ren said, sipping his coffee. “That wasn’t right at all.’

“It’s completely unnecessary!” Atsushi said, now upset at Navarro. Seriously...the Bronx Zoo Plan?! What does that entail?! “He did that just to prove a point to Shdwkyz and the rest of the team that he isn’t paranoid. Who does that?!” Atsushi said. 

“Apparently...that guy.” Rin growled. “That guy is so unreal! I hear Ink talked about him that he’s cool! But what the hell?” 

“That was really shitty on his part.” Denji agreed. “Like dude....that’s messed up and I haven’t met the guy till now.” 

Midoriya then lowers his head and utters something,  “Oh god....” Midoriya said. The rest turned to him. He looks to be panicking. 

“Uh....Izuku. Are you okay?” Atsushi asked.

“Yeah...you good?” Rin asked.

“Yeah...what’s with ya?” Denji asked. 

Midoriya puts his hands in his hair as he looks to be panicking. “I can’t believe I smacked Navarro and lost my cool! Oh god! Ink’s friend and second-in-command! Right in front of Shdwkyz too! What if Ink hates me now when she finds out?!” Midoriya cried. “What is wrong with me?! I can’t be a hero if I lose my cool like that! I need to say sorry to him!”

This got everyone fall out of their seats comedically in disbelief, even the table almost flipped over. Everyone is slowly getting up, trying to get their bearings. Looks like Midoriya is now back to himself. 

“Are you....fucking serious, Deku?!” Bakugo yelled as he got up from the ground. “You can’t be that stupid!” 

Atsushi laughs nervously and pats green-haired teen on the shoulder, “To be honest, Izuku. I don’t think you need to apologize. I think anyone would react like you did.” Atsushi assures the pro-hero. “You said it way better than the rest of us could. The rest of us want to chew him out more for what he did or worse.” Atsushi said. 

“Yeah.” Rin rubs his head, “Hearing what he did and tries to make excuses for it, I wanted to punch him in the face.” Rin said. 

“Or Change his heart.” Said Ren. 

“Or kick him in the balls..” Denji added making Rin nodded. “But ya beat us to it.” Denji said. 

Rin said. “You gave him a good smack to bring him back to his senses. Ink would be glad that you smack her friend if someone tries that shit. Ink knows that you’re doing this by looking out for her.”

“Yeah! Fucking dumbass deserve it!” Bakugo referring to Navarro, “If Ink heard what he did, he’s going to get what’s coming to him!” Bakugo said. 

“That’s true but I wonder how would Ink feel hearing what Navarro did. She would be devastated that her friend would do something like that.” Midoriya worried about Ink. 

“Relax, nerd. Ink isn’t the type of person who would let that shit slide. She would probably come up a way to punish his dumbass.” Bakugo drinking his coffee. 

“I can’t wait.” Rin said while Denji is snickering. “That guy is so screwed.”

Ren nods. “Hmhmmm..” 

Atsushi sighs. “For what’s it’s worth. Ink might.”

Midoriya is worried but curious what would Ink do to Navarro. They waited for any news.

To be continued...

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Age(age in the Rp 19- 25): 21

Major: Music Performance

Content(beauty, gaming, vlog, etc): Musician

Secret/ Why they are here: ACCEPTED

Background: Being a musician early on gave Wilbur a bit of a push in his path in life. His talents and charisma helped him solidify his band, Lovejoy, which he is incredbily prideful over. After he had toured a couple of times, Wilbur made his way onto Youtube, showcasing his musical talents, and playing video games on the side. He was soon invited into the DreamSMP, which made his internet popularity skyrocket. He spends most of his time songwriting and performing, but makes sure to make some time for his Youtube channel.

Para Sample:(Has to be at least 2 paragraphs or 10-14 sentences) Wilbur, flopping onto his bed on his back, let out a heavy sigh. It had been three months since his tour had ended, and although he had craved the comfort of his own bed and the quiet of his room, he couldn’t help but miss the chaos of touring. Time was always moving. There was always something to do, someone to talk to, something to catch on camera. For once, he was just, there. He pulled his phone out from his right pocket and clicked the screen on to check the time. 6:30 p.m. He furrowed his brows as he began to ponder his routine for today. He definitely ate, he also took a shower earlier that morning. Did he check the mail? Sighing again, he forced himself up and out of bed and down his hallway to the front door. He lazily opened the door and reached out to his mailbox, quickly gathering the couple pieces of mail inside before coming back inside and shutting the door.He began sorting through the mail, half paying attention to what he was throwing aside. Junk, junk, bill, junk, and, huh? “What’s this?” He said aloud, placing the pile of extra mail on his coffee table beside the front door to get a better look at the envelope he was holding. He quickly opened the mail addressed to him, taking the letter inside out and unfolding it. Reading it, a smirk came to his lips. It was his acceptance letter to the college he applied to. Finally. Something to do, something to help him further solidify his future. He placed the letter on top of the rest of his mail and turned to go back to his bedroom. All that was left to do now was pack.

Secret Password: Chikken Nuggets

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[ryuka-takane]

🖤Hey, welcome to my RP blog for Ryuka! This character is my OC for Alice in Borderland. I've been writing a fic with her, but this blog is specifically for RP interaction. I accept interactions/prompts through ask.🖤

A few rules:

Canon-typical violence is allowed. But please do not god-mod.

Mun is NOT muse, please do not confuse the two! When OOC, I will indicate it with parentheses.

Respect mun's personal life. Mun is barely divorced and trying to sort life out as a single mom to a baby born in '22 of October, so very much still needs me when I'm not at work. (Job searching since I've moved)

Family comes first for mun, work second, and then hobbies such as fic writing and RP.

Making a pass at mun at any time is unacceptable; I have had it happen before, but will be quick to shut it down. If we are RPing and this happens, the RP will also be stopped if my boundaries aren't respected. We can be friends, mun just isn't looking for more than that!

Minors DNI! This blog, as with my main blog, is 18+ only. Mun is 29 going on 30 this year, and I will not budge on this rule.

Smut is not a topic I particularly wish to delve into. Romance is fine, but Muse (Ryuka) only has romantic interest in Chishiya, and thus, I consider her to be demisexual. Other writing will be platonic. Again, please don't cross Mun and Muse when it comes to romantic interactions.

Have fun!!

Rules being covered, here's Muse's bio!

Ryuka Takane (she didn't originally have a last name; Takane is her last name)

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Age: 24

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 115 lbs (based upon BMI research)

Hair color: Chestnut brown with crimson streaks

Hair length: Falls to her upper thighs, with sideswept bangs. Eventually cut just above her collarbone (events leading to this may differ from fic)

Skin color: Pale, but not devoid of melatonin.

Eye color: Golden hazel

Profession before the Borderland: Customer Service Representative in a music store; specialized in the guitar section, particularly bass.

Nationality: Japanese-Korean-American (Mother is full blooded Japanese, father is Korean-American)

Personality:

Ryuka Takane is typically soft spoken and keeps to herself, outside of her job. Though ready and willing to help customers, when it comes to social interaction outside of work, she prefers to keep to herself. She has very few friends because of this, but once attached to someone, whether in friendship or otherwise, she will defend them unless they give her reason not to.

Ryuka has a hot temper hidden behind her sweet, quiet demeanor. It's both easy to fluster her, and to make her tick. She's seen herself as an outcast since childhood, and her lack of social interaction as a result has made it difficult for her to manage her emotions at a base level. Witnessing a divorce as a young teen caused some hang ups with romantic viewpoints, and resulted in a terribly failed relationship at 17 years of age, after which she swore not to get attached to anyone again (and hasn't). One may describe her as being "tsundere," if they get to be around her for long enough.

Ryuka has a moderate level of intelligence, often surprising others around her at how perceptive she can be, though her skills are best suited to pattern recognition and reading facial queues. She isn't a genius by any means, but she makes an effort to let her intelligence be known if slighted.

Attire:

Ryuka is typically seen wearing three colors--black, violet, and lime green. She cycles through loose fitting hoodies and skinny jeans, to regular form fitting t-shirts and tank tops with skinny jeans. Combat boots are her preferred shoe. Most of the hoodies she's had typically have cat ears sewn onto the hood of them. She likes to wear wrist bands as well, and may occasionally be seen wearing a choker. Save for her ears, she has no other piercings.

Hobbies: Singing (when alone), dancing (again, when alone), playing bass guitar.

Likes: Music, alone time, cherry blossoms, k and j-pop, j-metal and American metal

Dislikes: Excessive physical activity (though she has excellent stamina and reactionary skills), being lied to, extroverts, being treated as if she's stupid.

Fun fact: Ryuka can absolutely hold her own in a fight if she needs to. That isn't to say that she doesn't slip up at times, getting herself hurt if she grows overconfident in her ability to take someone down, but most would be surprised at how tough this tiny woman is.

[ultimatelifefcrm]

2 for fandom, 2 for ships :3

What is your favorite fandom in which you write?

Like asking my favorite child: once again! But for realsies this time. I intensely love anything I write for and won't shut up about it.

Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

Not...Really? I don't participate in fandom really besides with beloved oomfies, m00ties, and friends!

Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?

It's kind of: if it happens, it happens. I do think exploring the dynamic (especially in a panfandom environment) is a lot of fun. But I'm not bent out of shape if I can't get a ship.

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

Uh. Yeah. LMAO Bee can attest to this she was the same with our muses in canon. A wittle embawwassing...

[kruel-kreator]

"Oh my misfortune come's from being this motherfucker's golden child." Anarchy points to Jesse, who tugs at the back of the muse's collar, shutting him up. "Yeah but the plan's for you to not die, careful with Anarchy's wings by the way, don't go too far back." Jesse chuckles as the motorcycle revs up.

Anarchy does a flashy countdown, and at go, his wings expand, giving the trio a fast boost like a rollercoaster. The speed gets to normal motorcycle speed eventually, and they pass through many places. The most notable one is a black desert, which Anarchy decides to not joke about with Jesse.

"This one's the Eclipseborn's Battlefield, any war you've heard of is held here. The one for Inanis, the one between the District and City, it's a place full of melancholy and tragedy. " When he waves his hand, Author can see the battles redisplayed, in specific the greater moments of the District-City war, labeled the Single-line War.

The moment they begin to approach the exact spot where Anarchy lost his first life to Democracy, the voidkin's wings once again boost them, catching Jesse off guard who almost lets go. He only scoffs as a warning to the character, who glares back, seems there's some tension between creator and creation, mun and muse.

Eventually, they see a wonderful sight, a city that looms in the distance, just as the sun sets, light begins illuminating it. They enter the gates into the Beta District, it's a bit cramped but people make way for Anarchy, who waves and even blows a kiss to this blond, demon guy, Mikiah.

The motorcycle drifts and Jesse holds on to Author to make sure she doesn't fall when he does that "Here's your stop, machine of art." Anarchy scoffs, the moment Jesse and Author get off, the winged one spits at the creator's feet before taking off once again, Jesse just raises him the middle finger.

"Ignoring the relationship I have with that Jackass.. Welcome to the Beta District!" Jesse raises one of his arms to show off the entire street, and then the lights go out. He stays there for a moment, unresponsive as people begin to get out lights. "This is going perfectly." He scoffs, annoyed smile on his face

A fat gray raccoon wearing a little backpack comes trotting up to Jesse and sniffs his shoes before sitting back on its haunches.

"I know you! Big fan of your work! Can I have your autograph?" she beams, then takes a notebook and a pen out of her backpack and stands up on her little hind paws to offer the notebook to him.

@parables-for-days

Jesse watches as the racoon moves around him, being careful not to step on her until she stops. He chuckles "Oh yeah, sure" He takes only the notebook as he kneels down, taller than he should be due to the heeled boots. From his pocket he takes out his stylus, which he uses to autograph the notebook, the color is purer than any pen can ever be, and as dark as the void. He writes on it "TO HELL AND BACK, JESSE ALKATRAZ <3" BEFORE HANDING IT BACK.

"Say, how'd you find a way in here? I thought I had closed off the Inanis Realm for the time being." He seems calm, he feels relaxed, he's not as tired as he usually is. Jesse's eyes aren't as closed as usual, but still have that smug look to t hem that comes with the eyebrows.

[douxie-casperan]

I’ve been thinking a lot about timings, specifically Douxie in Arcadia in regards to just the Trollhunter’s series and generally what he was up to at the time. He was clearly in the area before we saw him in Season 3 though his day to day was shown more by comparison in 3Below and thus thanks to an initial ramble in the tags I decided to go ahead and figure things out that make most logical sense to me and could well be completely wrong. As you do.

Prior to the start of Trollhunters it is very unlikely there would have been too many problems as all factions were largely keeping to themselves and under the radar of the others. However after Kanjigar fell, Bular was a LOT more active in Arcadia because of hunting down Jim and in turn because of trying to stop the Killahead project Jim was most active within town it's self at weird hours. As a result this greatly increases the run in risk with Douxie’s own night time wanderings however regular they were for dealing with non-troll related beings that are likely being attracted by the native magic (Ley-line) of the place. The changelings could clear up the messes a certain troll left behind, sure, but somebody who knows enough about trolls would start putting two and two together that the dynamic had shifted somehow and not in a particularly good way.

The easiest way to solve this problem would Douxie happening to be out of the area at the time and quite handily in his first appearance Claire mentions a tidbit that could easily do just that: Ash Dispersal Pattern was the opening act for at least one Papa Skull concert (Highly likely the one she went to with Steve) and it'd make sense to be fronting for more than one and it would keep him safely out the area for a while. After Bular is killed, it is much easier to again hand wave Team Trollhunter and Douxie/the hedge-witches simply not running into one another when something was happening on the Surface given the locations various things tended to happen with a lot less environmental destruction compared to recent times.  

In the first episode of Season 3 we see the kids have been placing warded signs under the guise of supporting Ophelia's campaign to help ward off Gumm-Gumms and that’s a giant neon sign something is there you're trying to protect for anybody with any magical knowledge. It's unknown how long they have been doing this though given Claire and Jim are planting them in the neighbourhood it's likely they started branching out after experimenting with the original hiding spot for Trollmarket (If with a few hiccups given one troll managed to stumble over them anyway) pretty recently which gives ample time for the source to be spotted before the sudden increase.

It stands to reason that around this period is when Douxie would have likely picked up there was now a human teenager running around as the current Trollhunter which I have no doubt he did side eye a bit as uh what and that Trollmarket had an emergency exodus to the Surface even if not knowing the reasoning behind either. Word will be passed on but it's still troll politics at the end of the day, nothing to do with us but worth keeping tabs on.

A few days maximum prior too will be also when a new unknown witch in Arcadia was noticed (Something I touched on here) whom he could just have easily innocently passed in the street. With Zoe's help they would be able to slowly pin down a bit more information (Teenager, likely in High School so gotta check 'em all) until through using Battle of the Bands as a ruse find out that person is Claire. Jim’s attempts at dissuading her joining in (The so-called ”after school activities”) would have confirmed any suspicion that she was also part of Team Trollhunter too which would stand out given they tended to be more solitary in that job role. While he did use very archaic terms (To us), he was being exceedingly respectful of another unknown magic user as appearance is no judge for true age as he proves himself.

Douxie is not seen again until he's on waiter duty at Mr. Benoit's and it's likely thanks to Darci's presence they don't fudge any mention of Trollhunting duties and not give him any tip offs/confirmation that Toby is also involved. Claire's initial outburst would have been very ?? but if you've been in customer service long enough it's a bit on the worrying side sure but not an immediate red flag. That said given the complete change in demeanour afterwards with very wrong vibes being given off to boot that would have been a whole nother kettle of fish easily leading to stealth texted Zoe while back inside say a bit of a situation was developing with the new witch and how best to handle it. I actually had a rough mention of this scenario here.

The next time he would see them, in passing or otherwise, whatever the situation was has been resolved thanks to the help of Strickler meaning whatever plans they had to research more or help would have been rendered unneeded which is good or bad depending on how you look at it. This would also mean the other magic users of Arcadia remained completely in the dark that both Morgana is actively in play and that she was right there in front of Douxie without him even realising it.

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Author note: Due to the weirdness of the in the UK aired version, I cannot accurately speculate on Douxie seeing 100% possessed Claire as there are two jump cuts. The first during the bathroom scene just after Morgana leaves the mirror then where it then suddenly jumps to showing a few seconds of "I feel like a whole new girl" then a second jump to everybody walking home. I think there was a "Silence, peasant" in there from gif sets I've seen but aside from that I genuinely have no idea! Tried to do my best with what I know for certain.

~

Then you get the Eternal Night and ho boy this is precisely why I’m writing about it in a one shot and have previously had a mention of the situation here as well. Given Douxie’s outburst at the start of Wizards it stands to reason that Merlin never contacted him and this poor guy in turn had absolutely no idea that he’d awoken nor was in Arcadia. This meant that he (And very likely Hex-Tech too) were completely caught out when it hit which would match up with his being completely without the bracelet leaving him to defend Mary and Darci with a freaking flying kick and belting a Gumm-Gumm with his guitar. Honestly it does show he's not defenceless without it but damn what an entrance. Plus the little slip up with calling the attacker twits, that wouldn’t have registered with the girls but had Claire or Toby still been there? Oh that’d have been very interesting as that is not a term you know without knowing outting him on the spot very much like how it did for us as viewers. Alas they were elsewhere, his secret remains intact.

It’s very possible during this entire mess he might have seen Morgana too, distantly perhaps but very there given her colour of magic and the golds are very distinctive, leading to one very awful blast from the past but right now your focus has to be on getting these kids and any other stragglers to safety because that is where you can help right now and not on the field. Head down, keep going and freak out about it later. Oh and whenever get a spare minute text Zoe to check both she and any of the Coven in the area currently are holding up okay and if they need backup.

At the very least none of them would have to pretend they don't know what trolls are anymore, handy given at least two plus the two changelings who stayed behind though the same hat syndrome between Strickler and Douxie would be an absolute goldmine about now if they hadn't manage to have a run in prior. I am a simple person, I find the concept hilarious.

Finally there is one other little issue needs resolving. After the arrival in flying Camelot, Douxie much like the others appears far more worried about seeing Jim inside a crystal and not about the fact he's no longer human. Steve? There’s every possibility he found out along with Eli at some point from Toby but in the wizard's case, he would never have been in that friend (Or even kinda) circle to get that bit of information nor does Merlin pull him aside to mention it either. That leads me to suspect he may have briefly glimpsed Jim during the battle and put two and two together much like Aja did that they are the same person. It’s highly unlikely he knew of the Eclipse armour existence given how secretive Merlin tends to be (Plus he was 19 at the time not to mention a bit of a disaster but we love him anyway) however there would be absolutely no mistakening that it is the Trollhunter in a new coat... and new bluer form. Follow that train of thought enough and it leads to the fact there is only one person alive that could have pulled that one off: The very same one who created the amulet in the first place.

Oops.

[mobiusxyearslater]

Rekindling (A Sonally Story)

A/N: This whole thing takes place about two years before the whole AU/Your Dork starts off for context. ~Mun @t-vict101

On a cool night in New Mobotropolis, Princess Sally Acorn is walking back to her cottage from the Tommy Turtle Memorial Hospital. She witnessed her friend, Bunnie Rabbot give birth to her firstborn daughter Annabelle. The whirlwind excitement and joy practically drained Sally’s energy, it was time for much-needed rest. She quietly walked along the dirt path still thinking about her new niece, how cute she looked, and how happy Bunnie and Antoine looked. That’s the kind of love that could last lifetimes. Sally starts to wonder if she could feel that way someday. Well, she did at one point, the only person she felt happy with was-- 

“Hey there Princess! You’re out late!” Sally heard a voice pipe up.

She looked forward to see the source of the cheery voice, well who else could it be? The one and only hero of Mobius, Sonic the Hedgehog, sat there on her porch giving her a soft wave. Sally stared at him for a few moments unsure of what to do. The last time she saw him he was off fighting Doctor Eggman and saving the world once again. That was almost half a year ago. But that was how Sonic was. There was no tying him down after the job was done which led to their romantic relationship being more on and off if anything. 

The ironic part was that their last break-up wasn’t because Sonic wasn’t around. It was because Sally was too busy juggling her life between her duties on the council and her duties as leader. Sonic did confront her about it which led to a big fight then eventually they agreed to go their separate ways. There was a twinge of guilt in Sally’s heart because of that and seeing Sonic there acting as if nothing happened. All Sally could do is muster up a small chuckle as she looks at the blue blur.

“Well, you know me. I’m always busy with one thing or another.” she joked as she took a seat next to Sonic, who gave her a chuckle. 

“Oh, boy don’t I know it! So what was it this time?” He playfully props his chin in his palm, “Council meetings? Ribbon cutting? Oh! A big speech in front of the entire kingdom?”

Sally gives him a small nudge and shakes her head, “Oh shut up. If you have to know, Bunnie and Antoine just had their baby tonight..”

“What??” Sonic perks up, “Those two have a kid now? Man. I feel like I miss out on a lot.”

Sally chuckles and shakes head, “Well that’s what happens when you’re gone for months on end.”

Sonic chuckles and scratches his head, “Heh. Well, I do come back once in a while though so it’s not all bad.

Sally let out a small chuckle and nod looking out to the moon, “Yeah.. I guess so.”

The two sit in silence just watching the moon. There was a feeling that someone should say something but neither of them did instead soaking in the atmosphere. Somehow, someway, the silence was relaxing for them both. No one brought up the past or having to suffer the awkwardness of reliving the whole thing over again. But there was one burning question that rattled in Sally’s head. Of all places to go in the middle of the night, why hers? Sonic still had his parents, his Uncle Chuck, heck he could just crash at Tails’ place if he really wanted to. 

Sally cleared her throat, making Sonic’s ear twitch. “So, you just randomly decided to pop up here?”

Sonic sweats a bit and gives off a nervous chuckle, “I guess I made it too obvious huh?” He looked at her shrugs, “...I guess I just missed you.”

Sally quirks a brow tilting her head, “Is that right?”

Sonic huffs at her tone and tilts his head, “What’s with that tone? I really did miss you.”

Sally chuckles and pats his head, sighing out tiredly, “And I missed you too.”

Still unable to get a read of what she’s thinking, Sonic wags at her at a finger, “...Why do I feel there’s a huge BUT coming up.”

Sally frowns and sighs out, “But… This feels like a pattern..” 

Sonic gives her a confused look, “What do you mean..?”

Through her tiredness she starts to pet through the blue hedgehog’s quills, “...This. Us. You leave for a long time then come back saying you missed me. Old feelings come up and we try again. Then…”

Sonic watched Sally as her words tiredly trailed and looked down to the ground. He always loved Sally, that fact is the solid truth, but being committed was a whole different ball game. Thinking about her words more, he started to see the pattern too. Sure his feelings were genuine at the moment but he’s always changing his mind about them. He started to think that maybe Sally wanted more than just part of him. Maybe she needed all of him, just like he wanted all of her. Maybe just maybe, him leaving for months after each attack isn’t fair to her at all. 

Sonic huffs out a chuckle and slides his hands behind his head, “...You wanna hear something funny?”

Sally rubs the tired out of her eyes and looks at him, “What’s that..?”

Sonic rubs his nose a bit, “While I was gone I actually dated someone for a small while.”

All Sally could do is huff in response, “So you can here in the middle of the night to tell me about your exes to your ex?”

Sonic nudges her a bit, “Just listen for sec. While I was away, I actually dated Amy for a small bit.”

Sally’s brows perk up hearing the news, “Wow. You actually let up and let her catch you huh?”

Sonic shrugs letting a small chuckle, “I did. I was always running and she was always there. I figured that was something I wanted or something. At least I thought I did.”

His words slowly trailed off as he thought about his time with Amy. The pink hedgehog sure was a spitfire. Wherever Sonic went she gladly went along with him for support. He figured giving her one date wouldn’t hurt. Then it turned into two. Then it turned to something exclusive. Their honeymoon phase was sweet but soon after Amy found herself in a bit of a rut. Hopping from city to city, fighting badniks left and right, she was all in on that no doubt but she wanted something more. At first, she thought Sonic was that solution, but when she had him that feeling never really went away.

Sonic sighs out softly circling his thumb in his palm. “So she dumped me. She said something about traveling around to find her purpose or something.”

Sally stared at the dejected hedgehog and softly petted his head, “You’re number one fan dumped you. That must’ve been a blow to the ol’ ego of yours.”

Sonic stifles a small chuckle letting himself relax under Sally’s touch, “Yeah it was but I get it.  It was fine for a while but I guess somewhere down the line. She realized I couldn’t give HER what SHE needed.” He lets out a sigh and looks up at the sky, “...I am proud of her though. Whatever she decides on doing for herself, she’ll be great at it.”

Sally nods in agreement and lets out a small yawn, “Yeah. She’s too determined to let herself fail at anything that’s for sure. She’ll probably be the best.”

Sonic shakes his head and looks at Sally, “Alright, enough about my dating life. What about you? Anyone in your life?”

Sally huffs out a chuckle and shakes her head, “Not really. There have been dates here and there but my busy schedule made it way too difficult to really settle into anything.” 

Sonic snickers a bit, “Woo boy don’t I know it--” he stops himself when he watches Sally’s face slowly fall into a frown, “Come on Sal. I don’t blame you for your hectic schedule.”

Sally gives him a look and crosses her arms, “Isn’t that the reason you dumped me the last time?” 

And there it was. That sting of awkwardness they worked so hard to avoid has finally come to the forefront. The silence draped over them as they sat there with their thoughts. No one knew what exactly to say at that moment. Sally realized she still had her hand on Sonic’s head and quickly pulled away looking away.

Sonic took a deep breath, “I know I gave you grief about it before. I just thought we could be how we used to be when we were 17.” Sally opened her mouth to say something but Sonic held up his hand. “Which I realized now… It can never be like that. I guess… I was…. I dunno.. Anxious about everything changing. You and Rotor on the council, Bunnie and Ant having a kid, Tails being the next inventor of the century, even Amy…” He takes a deep breath and kicks the dirt a bit, “...Seems like everyone is running this race and I'm dead last.”

Sally hums a bit pondering about his words, “...I guess… You’re feeling everyone is outgrowing you…?”

Sonic’s ear twitches and lets out a small pout leaning his chin in his palm, “....Maybe yeah…”

Sally lets out a small laugh and Sonic gives her a pouty look. She nudges him playfully, “Oh stop. I’m laughing because you’re the hero of Mobius. Everyone loves talking about you and practically wants to BE you.”

Sonic huffs out and crosses his arms, “I KNOW! I know I just… feel like I can do… more… Like I could do more for the world, my family, our friends, even you--” 

Sally’s brows perk up at the last part Sonic started to say but cut himself off. It was kinda strange seeing him so vulnerable. Usually, he had a real cocky attitude with everyone and was the brightest in the room. Honestly, this was a side of him that she tried to bring out a lot of the time but he would always brush it off like it was nothing. He seemed almost embarrassed that he was saying all of this out in the open, especially saying it to her.

She softly puts a hand on his shoulder, “...Hey. It’s normal to feel that way. Almost everyone feels that way sometime or another, right?”

Sonic sighs out and looks at her, “Yeah but it’s ME we’re talking about.”

Sally huffs and stands up, “Yeah and I know you better than you think. You’re a guy who takes action. You’re always putting others first before yourself. You’re a hero that inspires everyone to be the best versions of themselves.” She holds out a hand to him, “...Now are you going to stop moping and do something about it?”

Sonic stares at her hand remembering those were the words he said to her years before. He huffs out a chuckle before grasping onto her hand and standing up, “You got me there. And you’re right, like always.”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head, “Of course I am. I’ve known you way too long to be wrong.” 

Sonic chuckles a bit and watches her make her way up to her front door. He leans on the porch rail and tilts his head, “So I’m guessing I shouldn’t keep you from your beauty sleep any longer huh princess?”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head turning back to him, “Well that all depends if you’re going to keep me up all night.” She opens the door and gestures inside.

Sonic gives off a snarky chuckle as he walks up the steps stopping in front of her, “Oh ho ho! And what exactly do you mean by that princess?”

Sally rolls her eyes and pushes him inside of the cottage, “I mean you’re sleeping on the couch!”

Sonic pouts and leans back in her hands, “Aw but I could really use a nice big warm bed after months without one!”

Sally shakes her head, “You should’ve gone to your parents then.” She lets out a soft chuckle before shutting the door behind her, “You big dork.”

END

[causalitylinked]

Closing Thoughts Before 2023

Before the year officially comes to an end, I just wanna thank everyone for sticking by me and my blogs for so long, whether you be new or old mutuals. Granted, 2022 did come with it’s ups and downs, so to say I enjoyed every last minute of it would be a major lie, but amidst all the suffering, I did also have good times, which I previously never thought would be possible after experiencing such a huge, emotionally devastating loss that made me want to leave tumblr for good. Seriously, I ended up being so depressed at one point, I thought I would never truly recover or attain happiness ever again..

On one hand, I ended up seeing the worst of the RPC, from being betrayed by the two people I thought were my friends, experiencing trauma, ableism towards not only myself but other autistic muns, and having the displeasure of witnessing people behaving at their worst when they’re safely behind their computer screens, but on the bright side, I finally stopped being a shut in.

Why, after years of being unemployed, I at long last took that first step on becoming a adult by applying for a job, and while it was a small step, I was still made so much better by it, because for once, I no longer felt helpless or stagnant, especially now that I no longer relied on the RPC as a form of escapism. No longer did I have to feel the raw dread of being confined within a house that sometimes felt as if it would suffocate me or be around the most irksome members of my family day and night.

I also made new friends and reconnected with old mutuals who have accepted me with open arms, so while my pool of writing partners/threads hasn’t grown as big as I might like it to be, it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m content. You guys make being here fun, and even if you might not write with me in 2023, I hope you can continue tolerating me on your dash (because I can guarantee you that I will never stop being annoying or go on long tangents about my favourite blorbos)!

[curseofaphrodite]

🌙 | moon - games! cym, this or that, opinions, etc.

Ok, painting you scenarios for games in your celebs or in general and you have to decide what to do is now my signature move 😌✋

You're in history of magic class, you find yourself in a class debate about the liberty of house elves and why their rights should be respected, miraculously Regulus happened to be be on the opposing part of the debate, not by choice obviously, since he did find the possession of house elves rather dehumanizing, even though his family did own a whole bunch of them and weren't known to be precisely delicate with them, something he found absolutely bashing, he did try to talk to them with respect and nothing less given the fact that it's the bare minimum, you were furious, you might've taken it a little to far you stepped ouf of your podium that was placed in a circle among other peoples podiums that were also debating, they were silent as a rock except for the few that seemed to have your back even though they were in the opposing team, you hear James and Siri clap and shout "that's our girl" which Regulus seemed to be disturbed at , you and Regulus stepped down and you were granted the permition to have an unmoderated caucus (a semiformal debate with an specific delegate) standing there basically fighting face to face debating each one on the points you stood with, given the fact that 1. He likes getting a reaction out of you, even though it wasn't really his ideology and 2. If he were to say anything that violated his official position he could lose points for the evaluation, and Reggie wasn't the type to back down from anything if it involved you and an upgrade on his perfect school scores

It wasn't really about debating the elves rights but more of the debate kinda like MUN but magical, the teacher took in to very much consideration the passion you seemed to both withhold, yet he dismissed the thick tension en between you. A shout " MY DELEGATION FRANKLY DOES NOT CARE IF YOU PAY THE HOUSE ELVES WELL, THEY ARE STILL PRISONERS IN THAT JAIL YOU CALL HOME"

room goes immediately silent from all the murmuring Sirius laughing historically in the background since the words you spoke were incredibly relatable, Regulus gasped and took a step back, mouth slightly agape, a stern look washed over his face he clenched his jaw and the professor yelled "CLASS DISMISSED, Great job Miss Mel, Amazing debate Mr. Black" the students filled the room and you two stood in the middle of the classroom, James patted the too of your head and said "Atta girl, we'll wait for you in the Great Hall" your friends also leaving, you stood there amazed at the harsh words that left your mouth so carelessly, Regulus finally spoke as he turned around to reach for his bag "you're right, it is a prison....but it's also my home, weather I like it or not" he went to leave and right as he's stepping out of the classroom room, you abruptly sprint last him and slam the door close "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I- I usually tend to day things that I know will bother the person when-" he interrupted you by cupping your cheek with his hand "when you feel vulnerable." He finished, he nodded as you looked up at him with guilty wide eyes, you tried to keep rambling to explain yourself "I am so-" you were cut off once again "just Shut you're bloody mouth Melody..." He exhaled as he went in for a kiss, and pushed you against the door

What do you do, how do you react

there are a few rules I abide by, one of which includes if Regulus Black kisses you, you kiss back. k i s s b a c k !

what do I do? I do him jkdjl okay jkjk

also THIS IS GORGEOUS?? I FUCKING LOVE YOUR WRITING SO DAMN MUCH HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE A WRITING BLOG YET-

I'm honored you took time out of your day to write a personal fic for the lil old me, it made me blush/smile/laugh with glee all at once.

also, not you using my real name.

[venom-inside-you]

ommmgggg just read that ask ! give us more symbiotic powers during sex Head Canons !

Okay! Y’all asked for it! I am sorry but also not sorry if this is not coherent to anyone else but me but I have a lot of thoughts so this is long, again Nonnie you asked for this. I’m also on mobile and it would be a pain in the ass to put a read-more so sorry about that as well!

(Please note mun has only seen the movie and read a few snippets of the comics regarding Venom so these are completely made up out of mun’s mind and not part of any universe except my own lololol. I also refer to Venom as he/him.)

Symbiote Powers During Sex - Head Canons!

-Before we talk about anything else!!!!! Venom’s species reproduce asexually, so he does not inherently understand copulation between humans nor does he understand the pleasurable aspects of sex. He has Eddie’s memories but that is not the same (will explain later) and understands that is how Earth is populated, but regularly scolds Eddie for being weak to others’ sexuality and needing the human connection in order to survive, constantly criticizes humans for being overly-emotional life forms. Eddie has also not had sex or has had daydreams or wet dreams about having sex with Venom.

-Let’s talk about long distance. This symbiote can stretch out pretty far from Eddie’s body so if his partner/SO/lover/whatever is in another room entirely, small tendrils or even larger tentacles can be used to do whatever.

-Speaking of what the tendrils, tentacles can do, here’s a few suggestions: licking, sucking (with little suction cups like an octopus), biting, tugging, vibrating!!! You name it, Venom can probably do it and with more than one tendril/tentacle at a time.

-Don’t even get me started on texture!! But let’s— Venom’s mass is cool and slick to the touch, but not sticky or too goopy. He does produce a substance so that in his constant shape-shifting, he doesn’t create too much heat from the friction so this could be used as a sexual lubrication. He also produces saliva that is similar to the lube but thicker and a little more sticky. ANYWAY, these tendrils/tentacles can be ribbed, bumpy, ultra smooth, and textured after a real penis (most likely Eddie’s but he’s been in other humans before Eddie so it might sorta be an amalgamation of multiple) among other textures I haven’t even mentioned!

-Foreplay (long distance or not) - tendrils and tentacles EVERYWHERE. Humans (usually) have two hands and two arms— Eddie can only do so much!! But Venom can do anything, literally anything with whatever amount of mass he’d like to use. Multiple tendrils can come together to make one tentacle or one tentacle can be split into multiple tendrils depending on the partner(s) pleasure— yes I said multiple, we’ve got a poly-alien on our hands. The more the merrier but Eddie gets tired so keep that in mind. This also means that he can fashion himself (or even Eddie’s member 👀) after all of those sick-looking Bad Dragon-esque dildos (more on that later).

-Sex can be as spontaneous or as regular as Eddie and the partner(s) and Venom want it to be, but Venom can read Eddie’s mind (and vice versa, sorta) so if Eddie thinks of something Venom may not even hesitate to go ahead and do it. Consent is always key of course!!!

-First time with a partner(s), Venom will most likely stay in the background of Eddie’s mind to experience it happen in real time. He has access to all of Eddie’s memories but it’s something else entirely to be feeling the actual act rather than watching it. Symbiotes are really observant, which gives them the ability to make quick decisions to get the upper hand, so this translates over to sexual acts.

-For Eddie’s sake, Venom prefers if the partner asks or allows Venom to participate. Venom may get more touchy-feely with the partner(s) as time goes on if the physical aspect hasn’t been introduced yet.

-Eddie is up to try anything once. Venom will do anything without hesitation, which could lead to some negative sexual experiences for either side or both if it isn’t handled right.

-To piggy-back off that, Venom does not understand aftercare. In the beginning, if Venom is too rough, Eddie is the one that has to do the aftercare. It may cause some tension between him and Eddie and the partner(s), but more conversations about what’s expected is always a healthy way to approach boundaries and future sexual endeavors! Soon he’ll start to get it, but it will be rough going at first.

-Once a boundary/sexual relationship has been established, Venom will become possessive of said partner(s). He will also touch the partner(s) in public where he knows he won’t get caught and if the partner(s) get into a position where others want to possess the partner(s), Venom will then mark the partner(s) in a place so that others know that they belong to him. And Eddie.

-Venom has observed Earth animals and their mating behaviors (either through personal experience or watching the Discovery channel while Eddie’s sleeping), so he knows that humans do not have a mating season. He does not experience heats or ruts but can pick up on human’s fluctuation hormones and pheromones enough to know when someone is aroused.

-Does Venom orgasm? Yes, I think he does. Just like a xenomorph, I HC that Venom inherits traits from the beings he has been in before. Being in Eddie for so long, he would then adapt the ability to orgasm. When he does, his mass shifts like it does when he hears higher frequencies (see the scene with the airplane and the MRI machine) and he gets a bit feral.

-Does Venom ejaculate? As a symbiote, no. But when he decides that he wants to, he uses Eddie’s cum (whether or not he has to manipulate Eddie’s body to produce more), but this also means that if he has sex with a fertile partner, that baby(ies) will not have symbiotes in them in utero. In order for baby to have a symbiote, he would have to make one but that’s a long story.

-Am I getting a little too lost in the woods here? Maybe I should rapid-fire a few to get my brain straight

-Venom can pin the partner down by any body part and basically anywhere. Weight and size don’t even matter in this context, and Y’ALL HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR CHUBBY PARTS OR ANYTHING YOU HAVE INSECURITIES ABOUT. GENDER ALSO DOESN’T MATTER AT ALL. Whatever he can tease to pull another moan out of you is exactly what he wants.

-He can also LIFT YOU IN THE AIR. I REPEAT— LIFT YOU UP IN THE AIR AND USE YOU AS A FLESHLIGHT. For multiple holes as well.

-Biting— lots of biting. Can draw blood (again, see boundaries) from the body and clean you up afterwards.

-Breath play, choking, blood play, knife play (like he can draw blood from you himself), whipping (think about all those textures!), etc

-If he has too much energy and he can’t use it all on you because he knows he can snap you like a twig, his tendrils can crack like whips around him so don’t be scared! He’s just really excited.

-THE TONGUE. I guess I have to explain this one a little bit but just imagine his tongue as whatever you want it to do, just like the tendrils and the tentacles. Wrapped around a clit, vibrating, corkscrewed around a cock and balls, etc

-Saliva literally everywhere. He doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.

-He may not talk to the partner much but when he does, it’s usually very like proper and straight-forward. As in “You may orgasm now” or “We can feel that you are close to your peak” etc

-PET NAMES. He likes calling you Little One

-Pet names for him? He prefers being called Venom because like duh that’s his name and he doesn’t understand the pet name at first. Whatever the partner(s) is/are comfortable with calling him, he will respond to it after a while. Maybe even get an ego boost from it.

-Is there anything he doesn’t like to do? YES. Vore— sorry y’all. Even if the partner can regenerate, that’s not something I as a writer am comfortable with writing. In other universes, maybe.

Okay so I’m going to stop there or I’ll be here all day. I’m sure I’ll think of some more but if there are any specific scenarios, please ask!! Anon is on so feel free to submit whatever your heart desires!

[xjoonchildx]

guarded | jhs x reader | chapter six: no one but you

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.6K

A/N: i sincerely hope you guys like the way this ends, it’s always so nerve-wracking to end a story! the epilogue to this story is posted as well and linked.  thank you to every single person who sent sweet messages of support it means the world to me.  SMUT WARNINGS APPLY IN THIS CHAPTER: oral (m/f), unprotected sex (only in fiction y’all) and hoseok thirst.

of course, i cannot post this story without shouting out some of the most supportive, killer people on this site.  you guys truly mean the world to me @ladyartemesia​ @ppersonna​ @taetaewonderland​ @hobi-gif​

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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There are perks to being the boss.

For Namjoon, it means calling the shots on the streets from his office in the sky.  Rarely does he leave the climate-controlled comfort of his pristine headquarters to get his hands dirty in the day-to-day business of the organization he runs.

Tonight, he’s making an exception.

Yoongi drives. Like a bat out of hell, as always.

It’s a thirty-minute ride from downtown Seoul to Incheon Port without traffic but Yoongi is on pace to finish it in just twenty.  Hoseok watches the lights on the expressway speed by from the backseat.  He tries hard to focus on the information Namjoon shares, the details he’ll need in order to ensure he doesn’t put himself or anyone else in danger tonight.  

But fuck, it’s so hard to concentrate with the taste of you still on his lips.  

He scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath.  He forces himself to push the memory of your body in his hands and your skin in his mouth and your voice in his ear to the corner of his mind.  

Then he goes over the information again.

Namjoon wants to be in place at least ten minutes before the scheduled meet so he can figure out what’s going on before the Ssijog knows he’s there with his men.  

He wants guns to stay holstered unless he gives the signal.

He wants --

“You must have really scared the shit out of that guy, Jung,” Namjoon murmurs from the front seat.  Hoseok snaps back into focus to search for his boss’s reflection in the side mirror and finds Namjoon already looking at him. “He’s been blowing up his contact since last night, begging for personal protection.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” Hoseok shrugs.  “I certainly could have.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Namjoon agrees.  “Someday you’ll have to tell me the story of how you managed to be outside of his apartment when his handler picked him up.  Here I was, under the impression you had the night off.”

Hoseok swallows thickly.

“Just doing my job.”

There’s a twist to Namjoon’s mouth that Hoseok can’t read and it puts him on edge.  

“Well, I must thank you for your dedication to your job,” Namjoon continues. “You’ve really gone above and beyond the call of duty for this assignment.”

Hoseok looks away from the mirror.  “Yeah, sure,” he says quietly.  

The car falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Yoongi clears his throat.  

“So anyway --” he announces loudly, “-- Jimin and Tae were able to track Kang’s texts through some internet bullshit they mess around with. Apparently dude flipped out after you left his place and wouldn’t let up until his handlers agreed to meet him tonight.”

“At Incheon Port?” Hoseok asks, glad for the redirect.  “That’s a hell of a drive for a chat.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Namjoon says under his breath.  

The car falls silent once again.

**********************

Mun Kiwoo has a reputation for being messy.

The man at the top sets the tone for the organization, and Mun is no exception.  His men are known for their brutality, his deals often go south, and by most accounts his syndicate is hanging on by a thread.

But it’s still hanging on.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watch quietly from their vantage point behind a shipping container as Mun waits in the dark, cigarette in hand. He looks like an unmade bed -- shirt rumpled and half-tucked into his wrinkled dress pants.  He lights one cigarette off of another as he answers a series of calls on his cell.  

His agitation seems to rise each time it rings again.

Hoseok takes stock of the two guards Mun has at his side tonight.  They’re bulky men with huge arms and round bodies -- the kind of guys who look dangerous due to sheer size, but would be slow to respond in a physical fight.  Namjoon holds up two fingers to confirm they’re the only men with Mun and Hoseok nods.

Headlights bounce off the pavement after a few more minutes of waiting.

A black car pulls up close to the water’s edge and Mun Kiwoo ends his call just as he lights another cigarette.  

Kang Donghyuk is the first out of the car, followed closely by his Ssijog handler.  Kang is dragging his ass and even from a distance, Hoseok can make out the bandage over the side of his face.

Hope it hurts, motherfucker.

“Mr. Kang,” Mun Kiwoo’s voice is clear now, loud enough for all three men to hear.  “You have been rather insistent about this meeting. I’m a busy guy.  What do you want?”

All three men strain to listen to Donghyuk’s response, but it’s too muffled to catch.  Yoongi brings his hands to his throat to make a choking gesture.  Can’t hear shit, he mouths.  You choked him too hard.

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“That sounds like your problem,” Mun laughs in response to whatever Kang has said.  “Not mine.”

Donghyuk gestures wildly as he tries to make his case, likely pleading for the protection of the Ssijog.   Mun Kiwoo looks unmoved.

“I’m not interested in causing any more trouble with the Gajog, Mr. Kang.  This entire situation has been a means to an end.  Stirring more shit with Kim Namjoon is not in my best interest.”

Namjoon signals to Yoongi and Hoseok that it’s time to move.  All three men step out from their cover behind the shipping container, hands in front of their bodies to demonstrate none are holding their weapons.

“Fucking hell,” Mun Kiwoo groans when he spots them.  “I don’t have time for this shit.”

His guards bow up at his side, both men reaching for their guns.  Mun has the good sense to raise a hand and stop them from pulling their firearms -- which keeps Yoongi and Hoseok from doing the same.  All of the men face off in silence for a moment, each side waiting to see if the other will do something to break the fragile peace.

Kang Donghyuk whines under his breath and Hoseok shoots a warning glare at him.  He drops his gaze to the ground and shuts his mouth.

“You say you don’t want trouble with me, Mun and yet --” Namjoon snarls, “-- you have this piece of shit working my sister. Explain.”

“You know how these rich boys are, Kim,” Mun chuckles.  “They develop a bad habit -- or in this idiot’s case, two -- and daddy’s money isn’t enough anymore.  They’re easy to buy.”

Donghyuk looks from Namjoon to Mun, panic in his wide eyes.

“They’re trying to kill me,” he rasps.

“So what?” Mun laughs.  He smiles wide to reveal a mouth like an abandoned graveyard, teeth broken and scattered.  “This guy thinks we’re friends,” he jeers, jerking a thumb in Donghyuk’s direction.  “He’s too stupid to figure out that he served a purpose and now he doesn’t anymore.  Simple as that.”  

Namjoon sucks in a breath with obvious irritation.

“I’m still waiting to hear what any of this shit has to do with my sister.”

“Ah, yes,” Mun says, stubbing out his cigarette and getting back to the task at hand. “Listen, I don’t have anything against your sister personally, okay? Lim Joowon is my son and I want him back.  He can’t spend the next 15 years behind bars. You understand that, right? Doing whatever it takes for your family?”

Namjoon utters a curse under his breath.

“I’ll give your sister some credit, though -- she’s tenacious.  I thought she’d give up after we took her digital files,” Mun admits.  “Instead she’s cost me a hell of a lot more money.  I’ve had to start cutting a lot more checks to ensure this shit goes away.”

“She’s not the type to roll over and play dead, Mun,” Namjoon growls through gritted teeth.  

“The pigheaded gene runs in the family, huh?” Mun grins. “Look, let me level with you Kim, man to man.  I don’t even need your sister at this point. I’ve paid enough people to fuck this case from the inside out.  But I won’t lie, she is my insurance.  If any of the higher-ups start asking questions about why this case fell apart -- who better to point the finger at than the sweet young prosecutor with the dirty family connections, hmm?”

Namjoon tenses, hand reaching for the gun at his side.  Yoongi stops him with a muttered warning.

“None of us give a fuck about what happens to your son, Mun,” Namjoon says. “What I have a problem with is you sending that piece of shit --” he points at the trembling Kang Donghyuk, “ -- into her fucking home. Invading her space.  You crossed a line.”

“You’re right,” Mun agrees lightly.  “It was rude. Uncalled for.  I’m gonna apologize for it right now.”

He pulls his pistol from his side and the sound of clinking metal bounces off the shipping containers as everyone pulls their guns.  Hoseok trains his pistol directly at the shaking Kang Donghyuk and silently prays for the chance to pull the trigger. Mun Kiwoo’s gun is pointed at Namjoon and Namjoon’s is pointed right back.

Then Mun’s face lights up with a bizarre smile. He swings the point of his pistol in the direction of Donghyuk and pulls the trigger twice.

Donghyuk sputters as he falls to the floor.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchange looks.  

Namjoon stares at Mun incredulously.

“What?” Mun’s nonchalance is comical.  “You wanted to do that too, right?  Besides, that guy owes everyone in the city money. I promise you, his own mother won’t even miss him.”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mutters under his breath. “This guy is fucking nuts.”

Mun puts his pistol away and his men follow suit.  Namjoon signals for Yoongi and Hoseok to do the same.  

“Consider that a goodwill gesture,” Mun says breezily.  “An official apology from me, to you.  And please pass along my consideration to your sister.  Please assure her that none of this is personal.  But I will make sure my son stays out of prison.  And like it or not, she’s going to play some kind of role in that.”

Namjoon stares off into the water.

“I can’t control my sister, Mun.  She makes her own choices,” he says after a moment.  “But let me be clear, this is the first and last polite discourse we’re going to have about this situation.  I don’t want you, your goons or any --” he glances at the bleeding pile of Kang Donghyuk on the floor, “-- paid help going near her.  Not in her office, not in her home. Nowhere. Are we clear?”

Mun Kiwoo lights another cigarette and smiles wide, the space in his teeth prominent against the gleaming ember hanging from his mouth.  

“Crystal.”

On the way back to the car, Hoseok hears the heavy splash of Kang Donghyuk’s body hitting the water down below.

He shuts his eyes against the rush of pleasure he feels as he climbs into the backseat.

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YOU

Something isn’t right.

You stare at the empty seat across the conference table -- the one where Hyejin normally sits -- and something twists in your gut.  She’s out sick today.  You can’t even remember the last time she took a sick day.

All morning, you’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s no big deal.  That you’re working yourself up for nothing.

But Donghyuk is out today, too.  

Vaguely, you register the sound of your boss’s voice at the front of the room. Any minute now, you’ll be asked to brief the team on the status of your case, but you can’t think straight.  You can’t focus on anything but the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong.  

Your thoughts race back to last night, back to your brother taking his men away for business in the middle of the night.

Back to Hoseok.

You try not to think about what it felt like to have his warm body pressed against yours. The way he smelled like fresh laundry and spice. The way you unraveled the moment he touched you.  

Your phone pulses with an incoming text.

namjoon: i’ve asked jungkook to bring you to the office tonight after work [ 1:25 PM ]

namjoon: a lot to discuss [ 1:26 PM ]

Your brain grinds to a halt as you stare at the messages.

It’s like everything is wrong and everything is right, all at the same time.

“Miss. Kim?”

You look up to see your boss staring at you, one expectant eyebrow raised.  You take a deep breath, line up your papers and stand to take your place at the front of the room.

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The sense of déjà vu that hits you as you make the long walk across your brother’s office is nearly overwhelming.  This is exactly how this entire mess began weeks ago -- with you summoned to see Namjoon after hours, with Yoongi and Hoseok flanking him on either side.

But there is one thing different about tonight.

When you briefly lock gazes with Hoseok as you make your way to Namjoon’s plush chair, there is a warmth behind his dark eyes you can see from a distance. It’s a complete contrast to the first time you ever saw him, when you thought you could freeze to death from the ice in his glare.

You look away before anyone can catch the flush working its way up your neck.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” you brother begins evenly.  “I finally have some answers for you about what’s going on.”

“Well, I’m ready to hear them,” you exhale, taking a seat.  Your eyes drift over the papers strewn scattered across his desk.  

“We’ve learned that the reason the Ssijog want your case against Lim Joowon to fold is because Lim is Mun Kiwoo’s son.”

You raise a brow.

“That’s news to me.  I didn’t even know Mun Kiwoo had a son.”

“Neither did we,” Namjoon admits.  “Apparently this is his only son and the man he intends to pass control of the Ssijog down to.  So it makes sense that he’s so hell-bent on seeing this case fall apart.”

He picks one of the papers off his desk.

“This is the more problematic piece of the puzzle,” Namjoon says quietly.  Your chest tightens in response to the expression on his face. “Jimin and Taehyung tracked a Ssijog account making payouts.  Payouts to people in your office.”

He holds the piece of paper out to you.

“There are six names on that list.”

You take a deep breath before taking the sheet from his hands.  

Your eyes scan down the document, taking in the blows, one by one.  Two receptionists.  One paralegal.  

Lee Hyejin.  

Kang Donghyuk.  

Park Soo.

You say nothing as you stare at the list, taking in the names again.

Someone you called a friend.  Someone you’d allowed into your bed.  The boss you’d bent over backwards trying to impress.  You stare at the black-and-white evidence of betrayal in your hands, reading the words over and over -- expecting to feel sadness or rage or humiliation or something.  

Nothing comes.

“Give us a moment, would you please?”

Yoongi and Hoseok file out of the room quietly at Namjoon’s command.  The second the heavy door to the office clicks shut, he clears his throat.  “There is something else we need to discuss, Amsaja,” your brother continues quietly.  “Kang Donghyuk is dead.”

“Good.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide at the quick, calm delivery of your response.

You stand to walk to his sideboard to pour a drink.  You have no idea what’s inside the decanter, only that whatever it is promises a burn you want to feel right now. You pour a glass and take a sip, leaning against the heavy wooden piece.

“Did you kill him?”

“No. The Ssijog beat us to it,” Namjoon admits.  “But Hoseok paid Donghyuk a personal visit at home to convey our -- displeasure -- at his involvement in this mess. He damned near choked that man to death hours before Mun Kiwoo put two bullets in him.”

“I’m sorry anyone has ever tried you because I promise you they are going to pay.”

The words Hoseok spoke in your kitchen surface in your mind.  

They’d sent a bolt of pleasure through you at the time -- triggering a kind of primitive response you’d be embarrassed to admit out loud.

And somehow that response pales in comparison to what you’re feeling right now.

A normal woman wouldn’t find satisfaction in the idea of Donghyuk cowering in fear inside his apartment.  A normal woman wouldn’t feel warmth spread through her entire body at the mental image of Hoseok wrapping his hands around Donghyuk’s throat.  You slip a finger under the collar of your blouse and search for your scar -- closing your eyes at the familiar feel of the raised skin.  

You remind yourself that you are not a normal woman.

“Hoseok uncovered Kang’s involvement with the Ssijog even before we found the payouts.”  Your brother pauses, a wry twist to his mouth as he continues.  “He can be a very determined man when something is important to him.”

Namjoon holds your gaze for just a beat too long after delivering that statement.  You look away and walk to his office window.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, Amsaja,” you brother says.  You can hear the sound of him pouring his own drink behind you.  “Your silence has me concerned.”

You’re thinking about every time Hyejin feigned concern for you and tried to get you to open up. The days Donghyuk insisted he take you to lunch or to dinner when you insisted you were too swamped.  The bullshit little speech Park Soo gave you the night of the charity dinner about keeping Seoul from falling into the hands of criminals.

You’re thinking about what a joke they all are -- dressing up and looking down their noses at the criminal element they claim to despise.  Wearing their fake piety like a badge of honor and paying for their fine things with dirty money.  

You’re thinking that you’d rather choose a hundred street thugs over any one of their kind.  At least your brother has the balls to wear his sins on his sleeve.  

Namjoon joins you at the window, glass in hand.  

“What I’m thinking, Jaegyueo,” you say calmly, “Is that a lot of things are starting to make sense for me.  I haven’t felt this clear in a very long time.  So, thank you.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your brother’s mouth and you return it.

You clink your glasses together in a toast.

***********************

You are two whiskeys deep when you leave Namjoon’s office.  

Hoseok is waiting in a chair in the hallway.  He stands to his feet when you appear from behind the heavy wooden door.  

You suck in a breath as you take him in -- the sharp beauty of his face and the soft curve of his mouth and the way his suit hugs the lines of his lean body.  You realize, with more than a little embarrassment, that you are staring.

“I’ve got the car warming downstairs,” Hoseok says carefully.  “If you’re ready to go, that is.”

“Yes. Hoseok, I --” you swallow thickly,  “-- I never apologized for what I said to you.  I didn’t mean those things. I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok steps close and reaches one hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear.  You shut your eyes, leaning into his touch and inhaling his scent.

“You’ve had a hell of a night,” he murmurs.  “We can talk about that some other time.  Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You open your eyes to look up at him just as Yoongi rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

“Glad this isn’t awkward,” he mutters, before turning to walk back the same way he came.

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The air in Hoseok’s car is thick with tension on the ride home.

You’ve stopped pretending to not stare, eyes fixed on Hoseok while his eyes stay glued to the road.  He guides the car through a sharp turn and you catch the way he winces as his hand grips the steering wheel.  

A throb of guilt hits you square in the chest.

“You’re hurt.”

“Nah,” Hoseok deflects quickly.  “Just a little sore.”

He won’t look at you.  Why won’t he look at you?

“Namjoon told me you nearly choked Donghyuk to death,” you say quietly, studying his face for any reaction. He slows the car to a stop at a red light and rubs his fingers across his mouth, stares out of his window.

“I wanted to kill him,” he admits.  He takes his aching hand off the steering wheel and flexes his fingers as if reliving the memory of that night. “I almost did.”

That embarrassing reaction flares inside of you again.  This time it slides down your back and pools low between your legs and you have to squeeze your thighs together in response.  You shiver as you remember the promises he made while pressing his body to yours.

“Tell me what you want. I swear to God, I’ll give it to you.”

You’ve never wanted anything as badly as you do Jung Hoseok right now.

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You force yourself to wait for the elevator doors to shut.

The second they do, you crush your body and your mouth to Hoseok’s.  If you catch him off-guard, there’s no way to tell -- not with the way he immediately backs you into the elevator wall, slotting one knee between your thighs.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore,” he groans the words into the shell of your ear, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.  “Just like no one gets to touch you anymore.  No one but me.”

The strangled sigh that escapes you is the closest thing Hoseok is going to get to a thank you right now.  You whimper in agreement, gasping when his fingers grip your ass to pull you flush against him.  The swollen outline of his cock brushes against your stomach and you shudder.

The elevator ride is too long and too short, all at the same time.  Hoseok backs you through the doors as soon as they open, fumbling in his pocket for the keys while you suck bruises into his throat.  By some miracle, he gets the door open and both of you through it in one piece.

“Fuck,” Hoseok swears as you wrap your arms around his neck, grinding against his insistent cock.  He has to drag you both into the bedroom as you press against him like a dead weight, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as you both stumble into the bedroom.  You drop out of his grasp when the bed hits the back of your knees.

Hoseok stands back, chest heaving with exertion.

“I need you to hear you say it,” he pants.  “Please.”

You sit up straight on the edge of the bed and unbutton your blouse, slipping it off without hesitation.  “No one gets to touch me,” you breathe, reaching to unclasp your bra.  You toss it away.

“No one but you.”  

Hoseok’s eyes darken to near black.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and slowly pulls off his holster and gun, placing both carefully on top of your dresser.  Then he turns back, body looming over yours.  He cups your cheek with one large hand, looking down at you with such heat that your breath hitches in your chest.

You lean into his touch, fingertips grazing the contour of his cock beneath his suit pants.  

“You promised to give me anything I want,” you whisper, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. He nods slowly, the rasp in his voice betraying the calm on his face.

“Anything.  Name it.”

“I want to take care of you,” you say, pulling the hem of his shirt out of his pants.  Your fingers work the buttons open, one by one.  “Let me.”

Hoseok exhales a heavy breath as you open his shirt and stroke your hands down his chest. You give yourself a moment to admire the lean strength of his body, fingers stroking over the metal tags that hang just above one dark, flat nipple.

His stomach tightens and his cock twitches in his pants when you tilt forward to press a soft kiss to the golden skin just above his belt.  You work it open with unsteady hands and his pants follow just a moment later.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, nuzzling the outline of his length with your cheek.  You push his boxers down his slim hips just enough to expose the head of his cock.  “I don’t want you to think about anything but this.”

Hoseok groans when you flick your tongue against him.  

His cock throbs under your fingertips through the fabric of his underwear when you dip down to tease the head with your mouth.  You lap at the salty moisture gathered at the swollen tip and his head drops back.

“Sweetheart, please --” he grits out, hands reaching for your hair.  He winds his fingers through the strands and jerks when you rake your teeth across the wet ridge under the head of his cock. “-- don’t tease me.”

Some other time you might play the delayed gratification game with him.  You might take hours to torture him and keep him dangling at the precipice of pleasure.  Tonight, though -- the only thing you want to do is make him come so hard he can’t see straight.

“I won’t,” you promise sweetly, pulling the rest of his thick length free from his boxers to wrap your warm fingers around him.  You flick your gaze up to appreciate the way his head is tipped back in pleasure, lips parted.

“Look at me,” you murmur, pumping him with languid strokes.

His eyes are glassy with arousal when he opens them to gaze down at you.  You make sure he’s watching as you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you draw your mouth across his length.  He gathers your hair in his hands so he can appreciate the unobstructed view of your private show.

“No one gets to touch you anymore,” you whisper.  You take him down as far as you can again, tongue dragging against the thick vein that runs the length of his cock.  You are panting when you pull off him, tongue running the seam of your lower lip as you catch your breath.

“No one but me.”

Hoseok’s dick jerks in your hand in response, hand tightening in your hair as you lick a long stripe up his shaft.  He chokes out a moan as you lick at the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock, eyes fixed on his.

“No more,” he croaks.  

You pull your mouth away reluctantly, tongue swiping at the taste of him on your lips and the sight seems to set him off.  He grabs your face with both hands, groaning into your mouth as he claims it.

He pulls away, panting.

“Lie back,” he demands between breaths.  You comply without question.

Hoseok leans over you, arms braced on either side of your body as he drops his head down to take one nipple between his teeth.  Your hips jerk at the stimulation and you squirm underneath him, thighs slippery with your own excitement.  He laves at both nipples slowly, thoroughly, until they are aching and wet.  Then he trails a soft line of kisses back up to your ear.

“I want to taste what’s mine,” he whispers, and a pang of arousal hits you so hard you forget to breathe.  You lift your hips to help him pull your skirt away along with your soaked panties and he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. Every muscle in your body locks in anticipation.

Hoseok nudges your legs apart with his hands, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs.  His dark eyes are half-hooded with pleasure by the time he drapes your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groans when you are fully spread open for him.  He drops a kiss on your mound and your body jolts at the sensation, every nerve ending standing at attention.  He moves lower, long fingers tracing the outline of your swollen cunt and you suck in a breath.  

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping one finger into your damp heat.  “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you choke out, hands gripping the sheets as his finger flexes inside of you.

“Only for you.”

Hoseok makes a sound of satisfaction deep in his chest before sealing his lips over your aching clit.  You shudder against his mouth when he pulls back to soothe you with the flat of his tongue.  “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined how you would taste,” Hoseok groans, licking deeply into your wetness.  “It doesn’t even come close.  Nothing comes close to this.”

“Hoseok --”  your hands come off of the sheets to grip into his hair, “-- Hoseok, please don’t stop.”

Your senses are so heightened that just the pressure of the heel of his hand against your cunt is making you crazy.  His finger crooks deep inside you, stroking against your swollen walls while his lips and teeth toy with your clit.  You whine at the stimulation, at the wet drag of his tongue that has you writhing beneath him.

“You’re close sweetheart, I can hear it,” Hoseok’s voice is ragged with arousal. “Let me hear you.  Come for me.”

You clutch his hair between your fingers, moaning brokenly as the heat between your legs simmers to a boil.

“Hoseok --”

“That’s it,” he praises you with dirty words spoken in the sweetest way. “Let me taste you. Let me hear you.”

Hoseok is prepared the moment you come apart.

He grasps your hips firmly in those large, warm hands of his -- tongue and lips persistent as the live wire inside you tightens and snaps. The force of your orgasm shakes your entire body and leaves you begging and breathless. Hoseok savors every drop of your release until your hips sink back into the mattress and you protest weakly against the threat of overstimulation.

The mattress dips under you as Hoseok joins you on the bed, lips swollen with use and mouth marked with your taste.  His head dips into the hollow of your neck, nipping gently at the skin, while his fingers skate over the soft skin of your stomach and thighs.  

You shiver in his hold, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of his body on yours.

“I want to watch you come like that every day,” Hoseok whispers into your ear.  “Only for me.”

“Only for you,” you agree in a whisper, finding your voice after what seems like ages.  

You slip one hand between you, fingers wrapping firmly around the rigid cock pressed against your stomach.  Hoseok groans when you tighten your hand around him.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feeling a pulse between your legs that seems to beat in time with the throb of his cock in your palm, “Fuck me please, I’m losing my mind.”

His hoarse chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as he moves to cover you completely with his body.  He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance and you tilt your hips up into his.  

“Please,” you plead again, lifting your head to brush your lips against his.  “Now.”

He sinks his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight fit of your cunt around him.  The stretch inside of you is nearly too much -- you whimper when he bottoms out and he drops his forehead to yours.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?”

His entire body feels like a rubber band ready to snap -- coiled energy waiting to be released.  But he holds back the instinct to move until you nod your agreement.

“You feel so good,” you murmur, nudging his hips to move with your own.  You stroke your hands down the slick skin of his back.  “I’m so full right now.”

Hoseok swears under his breath as he tentatively rocks his hips against yours, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you.  You wrap your legs around him as the discomfort subsides and the only sensation that’s left is the pleasant pressure of his cock against your walls.

Hoseok’s hips move harder as your whimpers melt into moans.

“Dammit,” he swears, head dropping low between his shoulder blades.  “So tight and wet for me.  So perfect for me.”

You look up to take in the sight of his perfect face slack with pleasure, mouth parted and face flushed with exertion.  His dog tags hang from his neck, swaying as his hips begin to piston in earnest.  You pull on them to force his mouth close to yours.

“Only for you,” you whisper, “No one else.”

Hoseok’s steady rhythm stutters when you whisper those words into his mouth and press your lips to his.  His hips jerk wildly as his release races up his shaft.  He laces his fingers into yours, fucking you deep into the mattress in those final seconds as he loses all control to chasing his end.

He comes with your name on his lips.

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Hoseok breathes deeply into your hair as you stroke your fingers across the lean lines of his chest, fingers tracing the metal outline of his dog tags.  You lie together like that for a while, skin to skin.

Your thoughts are loud in the quiet.  

You’re used to the bitter sting of betrayal by now.  

Long before Lee Hyejin or Kang Donghyuk or Park Soo ever sold you out for a check, your own father betrayed you for the bottle.  You of all people know too well that most people aren’t to be trusted.

But then Hoseok’s fingers drag lightly across your back and they bring you back to the here and now -- back to the promise he made to you tonight.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore.”

And you decide to trust just one more time.

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