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vitaminseetarot · 4 months ago

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Back-to-Back PAC Part 2: What is Beginning For You? 🥚🌴🌊

Hey y'all it's time for round 2 of my back-to-back reading! I have to admit I was a little upset that the widespread glitch in tumblr's tags last night messed the mini event up a bit; I was disappointed that my reading wasn't visible in the search until earlier this evening. But it's not gonna stop me from submitting the 2nd half anyway! So if you haven't seen part 1 yet I highly encourage you to check it out as it's my last reading of 2024.

(Yes, I've decided to go with spring colors for these piles!)

Pick any one of the three images above to find out what's beginning for you:

Pile 1: Morganite Nest Pile 2: Aventurine Palm Pile 3: Larimar Sea

Pile 1: Morganite Nest

Knight of Pentacles, King of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 7 of Swords; Non-Attachment, Co-Create, DNA - Karma, Acceptance: all is as it should be

How's it going, pile 1? Your next chapter is going to be a slow and steady one and I get that, in some respects, this will be like a breath of fresh air. In other times, it may test your patience. But there's a sense of serenity that's emerging from you as a result of past experience. You're realizing that some things manifest more brilliantly when they're given their time to form and flourish. I think of all knights, the Knight of Pentacles respects the necessity of sitting back and letting actions speak for themselves before pushing towards the next act. So I see an equal play here of you taking action on something and then detaching from the outcome until you're able to make your next move. This doesn't always mean things have to move slowly, in fact when done in confidence this could become a regular ritual enough to build momentum.

It's like playing a turn based game for the first time; we see somebody play the same game quickly and wonder how it all began. It all began with learning the ropes, the basic moves one by one, until it became ingrained into gamemaster's body as a habit. This beginning is all about embracing the angels of habit forming while making peace with the devils of difficult patterns that must be reconfigured. Habits, either way you spin them, are powerful. In this next phase of life, you're able to balance the two minds, the one focused on abstract goals and the one focused on earthly desires. I'm getting this understanding that both parts need to be heard to be in harmony with each other.

Finally, you're learning a lot in this new beginning as the Page of Swords, but the biggest lesson this year will be in recognizing that you can bring your greatest goals to fruition as the King of Pentacles. He represents your "how" in this reading, meaning that you already possess the strength to build yourself up and it's up to you to use it in a balanced way. This reading, for the most part, seems to be about work-life or school-life balance, though there is also a message here for ambitious creators too. I see you being able to complete many things this year coupled with the sense that you're working along with the universe rather than against it. You're able to discern your capacities from what the world can bring you, what's in your hands versus what's out. And that knowledge is strong, pile 1! You'll have the stamina and the patience to see things through while staying grounded. Reach for the stars and, after you touch them, be sure the clouds catch you and bring you back to the earth once again.

Pile 2: Aventurine Palm

XX Judgement, 9 of Swords, The Prism, Page of Cups; Confidence, Neverending Story, Love - Compassion, Nurture: grow a great life

Hey, pile 2. I wanted to mention that even before I started your reading, a "self-love" card fell out of one of my oracle card decks as I was clearing my desk to prepare your reading. I didn't think much of it until I drew your cards and then knew what it was all about! Pile 2, your next beginning is going to involve so much more personal care for your own well being and happiness. I'm feeling with the Judgement card like this is gonna come almost as a revelation to you. You're going to be given a message that will rock you to your core in regards to old beliefs. This may come as a story someone tells you, or through a work of fiction. It could be something you witness secondhand that causes you to rethink some ideas.

Your beginning is going to come as a wake up call to look after yourself more. Not just in regards to self-care, but in terms of how you perceive yourself as well. How you believe in yourself, and how much trust you're able to put into your own self-belief. The 9 of Swords makes total sense with this as this person's depicted to be falling. Your old self-limiting beliefs that kept you in a loop of confusion and worry are falling away in this next chapter. Being there for yourself is just going to make "sense", I don't know how else to put it. It's like how I'm required to inspect my car every year, but I'm not required to have a yearly physical for my body. It makes sense to look after the car, so much so that it's legally obliged, but I have to be the one to decide if I am worth the same "inspection" for my own health (assuming it's all affordable ahem). The car is being taken care of so it can work right on the road, but can I function? Here I go, comparing myself to a machine, while saying that I'm "fine".

Strong, justifiable anger I'm channeling here. This is the argument I hear in my head right now. "Why do we treat objects better than people?" This is what's changing for you, dear pile 2. It's like caring for yourself won't be seen as just necessary for simply "functioning", but as an act of empowerment for your own life separate of society's. You're right, people should be treated better than material things. Your outrage for others' sake is a reflection of your needs. This blank card with the gem is called Prism, and simply represents everything, all that is. And a loving open palm rests beneath it. This is you seeing your own inner light and worthiness and recognizing gentleness as a great priority. The next chapter in your life calls for radical compassion that spills outward and it starts from you filling your own cup so much that it overflows.

Pile 3: Larimar Sea

7 of Wands, 6 of Cups, X Wheel of Fortune, Queen of Swords (Rx); Festivity, Orphaned, Dragonfly - Emergence, Timing: wait for the right moment

Hello, pile 3. I see a bold new beginning for you filled with vitality. You'll be taking charge life by the horns to go where you've been deeply demanding. No room for auto-pilot based decisions anymore; you will be at the helm of your ship to steer it towards your desire. There is an almost aggressive pollyanna vibe to this reading, insistent on joy. I think you've been striving for this kind of joy for a while, but letting things be as they always were doesn't tend to bring novel results. You're taking more of an active stance on your dreams and that's admirable, pile 3.

I'm kind of getting Rapunzel from Tangled here in how she struggled both inside and out to break free and seek what she knew would fulfill her. Others called her immature but still became inspired to do great things because of that naive hope she held. You are filling your plate with what you want and casting out the naysayers who try to drag you down. You're saying no to those who yell "stop having fun around here!". It is a huge and liberating but also scary feeling to own up to what you want. Like with Rapunzel, there's a mixture of cheering and crying to be had. Your childhood stories are reaching out to you; they want you to reintegrate their lessons for you to take with you moving forward. It's easy to discount them as cheesy, but oftentimes it's those old messages that impact us the deepest. Honoring your inner child is helping you restore your boundaries and reclaim the tower that once held you back as your own.

Your next beginning involves a beautiful glow up due to the immense amount of respect you give to yourself, so much so that you'll be unable to put up with less. Things are turning to your favor as you adapt to life's conditions without losing your emotional core. Some of you will discover a more competitive side to your nature, which may come as a surprise. Perhaps this side was suppressed in childhood but is renewing itself to be understood again. This new beginning will be more able to support you, should you choose to take a bold path to get into something competitive, like playing sports or signing up for an online poetry contest. For others, this is more about pursuing the things you didn't think you had the audacity to do. As long as you take things in stride and don't overthink it, embracing this fierceness will help you burst out of the cocoon like a newborn dragonfly when the time is right. No longer hiding beneath the rocks, the wheels are turning and allowing you to fly forth from the waters.

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2025, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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its-in-the-woods · 1 year ago

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'Down the Rabbit Hole' Chapter 1

Chapter two chapter three Chapter four

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: None for this chapter future ones will be adjusted.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

Getting the phone call that you're working with Liz again is surprising. You had encountered Liz several times, mostly as a day call trying to get hundreds of extras through a small window of time. She was well-known in the industry as being a giant pain in the ass. Though you had gotten along somewhat well with her, you had never quite felt like the women would have picked you as a second.

Sitting down in the production office you start to fill in paperwork. There is always so much paperwork. Thankfully this would have you working for the next four months. Four months of not having to fill out forms or wonder when your next job would come. Granted you had made a favorable impression with several other heads of department. But if everyone was honest the biz was saturated with less skilled artists who would bend over backward, or forwards, just to get a day in. You flick over the paperwork refilling the same information for the fifth time.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second,” It's Liz, done up to the nines as always. Touches of grey hair starting to show against the dirty blonde. She wears all black with a horrid mix of silver and gold jewelry.

You follow the woman back, completely prepared for her to tell you that you will not be seconded to her. That you'd be moved to 2nd unit or something much more fitting for someone with just “five years of experience”.

Walking into the little office you place the paperwork on your lap as you sit across from her. The walls have headshots of cast along with information underneath. You don't pay attention, if you're working a different unit chances are you'd never see them anyway.

“Nice to see you again,” Liz says, you get a feeling that she was putting on a bit of a show. She’s put on a weird smile that doesn’t meet her eyes, not that you could tell she won’t look at you.

“Likewise, hope you've been doing well,” You reply, you can't stomach being a kiss ass.

Liz makes a humming noise as she flips through the large binder. One of the the few things you both agreed on, is hard copy beat digital work.

“At the moment you're not going to be seconding with me, you've been requested by the lead.” She gestures over to the wall.

You look over and see Walton Goggins’ face staring back at you. You chew at your lip, you've worked with him twice. Mostly while doing smaller rolls, he had always been easy to work with and hilarious.

“Ah, I see.” You reply, trying not to act a little flustered. You'd never had an actor request you, it was probably one of the biggest compliments you could get.

“You and Trevor will be working together with Mr. Goggins. I've taken you've read the script?” Liz looked at you through heavy mascara eyelashes. You nodded at the question. “Good. It's pretty straightforward, anything with large amounts of blood will be dealt with by the FX crew. You're basically babysitting and making sure he doesn't wander off covered in gore.”

You can't suppress the laugh at the comment. You could picture the man getting driven away looking like he had murdered a small town. The Teamster would have a fit about cleaning that.

“Sounds good, I am guessing I can increase my pay and kit rental?” You push, requested or not you knew your kit was far better stocked than most. Whether Liz agrees or not would be a moot point. You could always approach production for a pay raise. Running it through Liz first just kept accounting from jumping down your throat.

Liz stares at you for a moment, her mouth a thin line. For a second you think she may try to argue the wage. Instead, she flicks her eyes back down to her binder.

“Yes, Production has already approved a pay raise for both. As well as sending in a small request for certain products he’d like.” Liz passes you the paper without looking up. On the top is your wage and kit fee, along with product allowance. It's much more than you anticipate, but you keep that to yourself.

“You can drop your stuff off at the trailer and then go grab what you need. Start things off slow.”

***

Paperwork done and handed in, you grab timesheets, start packs and, any other office stuff you think the trailer may need. Driving down the narrow alley you park your little Honda Accord beside the make-up trailer. You unload several bins beside the steps before parking. Inside the trailer is pretty sparse. You set out to fill your drawers, stocking the place with all the necessities. Trevor shows up as you're starting to finish up.

“Heyyyy,” He chirps, coming in with his own kit. The man is tall, slim, with a wicked smile, green eyes, and a riot of brown curly hair. He is a major flirt who loves to chat about anything and everything.

“Hey, Trevor. How have you been?” You give him a hug. The two of you had both started out at the same time and he was as close to a friend as you had in the industry.

“Oh yah know, just living the dream!” He rolls his eyes, waving his hands in the air.

“Nice we get some space to spread out. Feels homey” You smile as you place paperwork into holders.

The trailer was a newer model, with four stations, four chairs, mirrors, lights, and shelving. There was also a sink and hair sink. It was nice to have your own space. Often times you were allotted a small tent and much else. But here you had access to everything and it was warm against the never-ending rain.

“Not to mention getting requested.” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows. “Like I didn't think that would ever happen.”

You both chuckle at the situation. You finish up and make sure all your bits and pieces are laid out. You’d print any notes for tomorrow and get them into binders. Also, need to make sure you are connected with everyone’s clouds. Digital wasn’t your niche but it was necessary.

“Do you want me to grab anything for you? I am hitting up the usual haunts for goodies.” You ask, grabbing your purse. Downtown would be a nut house but having all the requested products was important.

Trevor pauses the comb on his chin. “How about I text you the list I need? I think I need like four things?”

“Yep, that sounds good. I will see you tomorrow for camera tests”

***

You do three days of camera testing and running over lighting making sure everyone looks their best. It’s always a flurry, trying to find an easy groove that you all could work with. Liz took the first chair, Katie took the second chair, you were in third, and fourth was slated for fx. It was tight once everyone was in there and warm, but it worked and that’s really all you could ask for.

Now near the end of the week came the first shoot day. Liz barely makes eye contact with you besides a ‘Good Morning’. You didn’t care, you knew what you needed to do, a detailed email had been sent out last night. Besides Walton, you had three other actors to take care of. Not surprisingly they were all male, Liz’s actual second was Katie. A petite woman with pin-straight blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and a big personality. She loved doing anything cute and fun. So you got stuck with the rough end of things, but if you were honest that was your wheelhouse. Bruises, cut lips, red-rimmed eyes, bloody noses, looking a bit more disheveled and run down. Yep, all things you could do quickly and efficiently. Hopefully, the AD wouldn’t be too pushy. The first two men are easy enough, you and Trevor fall into a rhythm. Blasting some 80s music as you both drink Red Bulls and dance away. Katie joins in the fun as you all pretend to sing karaoke

The third man doesn’t show, which is annoying as hair in cream blush. You radio the AD who already sounds annoyed. He tells you he will bring Walton over ASAP to you. You let out a sigh and rub your face. You crack open another redbull and take a deep sip. The trailer ran on redbull, which was the preferable alternative.

“Stepping up!” Yells a familiar voice. Walton comes in with a flurry, coffee in hand, sunglasses pushed up. He wiggles his way through everyone with polite hellos and hugs. He comes over and squeezes you into a tight embrace. You hug back your cheeks going a little pink. The man is striking both in looks and presence, his aura is calm and confident. His hair was jet black with silver sideburns, deep-set hazel eyes, and an infectious smile.

“Oh, it is so good to be back filming. Finally!” He flops himself into your chair crossing his long legs. He is already in costume well fitting jeans and a green button-up.

“Nice to see you again.” You smile and get to work, “How’s the day treating you so far?”

“It’s been lovely, though I do miss the sunshine. Does it ever stop raining here?.” He chatters on.

You finish skincare and get down to covering minor blemishes and making sure his eyebrows aren’t too wild. Trevor chitters back with the man as he sorts his hair into something a little neater than the fluff it was before.

“There you are looking fantastic as always,” You croon and step away from the mirror. The man makes a shocked sound and inspects his face.

“Darlin’ you always make me look as pretty as a painting,” Walton giggles in a higher feminine voice, looking himself over in the mirror.

“Oh hush,” You giggle back, “get your tight butt to set.” You shooed him out the door, he wiggled his butt and gave you a kiss on the cheek before swishing out the door.

“That man is hilarious, it’s going to be a fun show,” Trevor stated with a chuckle as he prepared his set bag. “Do you think number three will show?”

You let out a sigh,” Probably not at this point, the AD is going to murder us if we don’t get to set now.”

***

Number three was standing on set, you felt anger roll over your shoulder. He was of average height with a face that looked as if he had a permanent scowl. At least you had brought an extra set bag. You grab the man’s arm firmly, hauling him away to stand under a set light. Trevor immediately trailed after you. He huffs and stands mostly still. You can smell weed on him, and judging by his red eyes he was stoned out of his mind. You hand him eyedrops, and the man sneers at you but puts them in. Letting some of the liquid spills on his face, you sigh.

“Look, nerves are normal.” You mutter more to yourself than anyone. “But coming here stoned and avoiding makeup and hair is not going to win you any brownie points.”

“I don’t need a lecture from you,” The man bites out, walking away as you tuck your brush back into your bag. You grumble and move over to your chair, you make eye contact with one of the AD’s who scoots over to you.

“I apologize about Arnold not coming to your trailer, I didn’t realize he was here.” The man lets out his own sigh, “It won’t happen again.”

“He doesn’t like us at all. Going to make things a little tricky.” You reply trying not to call him a complete ass about him.

AD nods his head, “I know. It will be dealt with.”

You walk over to the video village peering at the screens as you say hello to familiar faces. Everyone looked good, even Arnold, at least his eyes weren’t completely bloodshot. You take a particular look at Walton who seems to be letting himself get into character. Something flits in your heart as he looks up at the camera from under his brow.

***

The day ends and you cycle through secondary actors, Arnold all but running out the door once he is done. You can’t help but glare at the man, the least he could do was say thank you for cleaning his dirty mug.

You flop down in the chair as the rest of your coworkers clean their things. The buzz of your coworkers is somehow relaxing, you take a sip of cold coffee and clean your brushes. Another knock and you turn to see Walton walking in, he has run his hands through his hair so that it stands straight up.

You let out a chuckle, “Did you stick a fork in a socket.” Getting up to let the leading man sit in the chair.

“Oh, this?” He says pointing at his head, “I thought it was supposed to look like this.”

The room erupts in laughter as he makes his eyes cross and sticks his tongue out pretending to be electrocuted. Shaking your head you get to work, skincare was just as important as the actual makeup. You were ever grateful the man thoroughly enjoyed being pampered and preened by everyone. Made your job so much easier.

*I am definitely nervous about posting this. But I hope it's fun and cute. It's going to be a slow build and a lot of back and forth. But I promise it will be fun cute and a little moody. Just a pinch of angst cause why not. *

Chapter two

#walton goggins #au #alternate universe #fictional #2nd person pov #fanfic #walton goggins x reader #fan fiction #fantasy #writer #down the rabbit hole

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milaisreading · 1 year ago

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🌱🩷: Here is the 1st Charles Chevalier request. Smn wanted me to make a chapter from that one scenario I made a few hours ago.

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, but since she is crossdressing, the guys use he/him. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke ⚽️

A few days have passed since the match Blue Lock and the U-20 team had. It was a huge deal, since it was the deciding match for the project, and it was even broadcasted internationally. Even Sae, one of the New Gen 11 members participated on the side of the Japanese team. Something that surprised his peers, everyone knew that Sae was pretty adamant on not playing for the team, ever. So once that got out, other players that were acquainted somewhat with Sae were glued to the TV to watch it. They were surprised to see the Blue Lock team holding up well, especially with Sae and Shidou on the team, with 3 standing out in particular. There was Rin Itoshi, the younger brother of Sae and vice-captain, who scored the 1st goal. As expected, most of the New Gen11 thought. The 2nd and 3rd ones were guys who the players never met or heard of before, aside from Loki. Isagi Yoichi, the one to score the winning goal, and to pretty much shake Sae Itoshi's balance during the game. And then there was (Y/n) (L/n), the captain of the team, midfielder, and the one who kept the game under control the most. She caught the attention of one player in particular, Charles Chevalier. The midfielder of PXG and France's U-20 team. The boy was curious with the precision the captain had when passing the ball to the other players. Not only that, but also calculating every move the opposite team made was not something Charles expected from someone who wasn't a pro. A no name player, basically.

After the final goal was scored, the boy already had made up his mind. While the game was interesting and all, he wanted to watch more of the midfielder. He didn't like it, but he had to admit that he wanted to learn more about the player. Her plays, stats, everything. But sadly, there wasn't much Charles could go off on. And he wanted to drop it, he will eventually meet the palyer, he believed she was capable enough to score a spot in a pro-team. That was all until Loki told him the news of PXG being invited to play in Blue lock, and Charles immediately agreed. How could he say no?

Timeskip...

Now, Loki was used to messes. He was a coach now, so he had to be used to that. But this! This was beyond what his nerves could take. Not only did he have to suffer through Rin and Shidou's arguments, now Rin decided to argue with Isagi over the most useless things imaginable.

"What happened to having a calm dinner..." Loki sighed, walking over to pull them apart, something Kurona decided to help him with. Charles was the whole time standing to the side, smiling as he found the whole situation amusing.

'I hope they are done soon. I need to analyze (Y/n)'s play from today. Didn't expect him to leave Manshine in the dust like that.'

"Are you guys arguing again?"

"Calm down, Hiori. You know how they are."

"Aren't you going to do anything, (Y/n)?"

Charles quickly turned his head towards the entrance, only to see the player he was most excited to meet standing next to the blue-haired boy.

'Finally!' Charles grinned.

"What do you expect me to do? They have been like that ever since they first met." (Y/n) laughed in amusement, sending an apologetic smile towards Loki, who returned it.

"Loor Loki-san, he is too overwokred." (Y/n) said as Hiori nodded his head along.

"Let's just stop their fight and go eat-"

"Ah! Finally I get to meet you, Blue Lock's golden midfielder."(Y/n) stopped talking and turned to look at the boy who was approaching her. The girl raised an eyebrow as Hiori tensed up a little.

'What's with that look?' The cyan-haired boy thought suspiciously. (Y/n) ignored the arguing for a moment as the boy grinned playfully.

"What?" Was the only thing she said.

"Charles Chevalier, PXG's midfielder. Pleased to finally meet you, (L/n) (Y/n)." The girl's eyes widened at the way he used her name. Sure, she was ranked pretty high on the list, but someone to know her full name was unexpected.

"Uh... N-nice to meet you as well, Chevalier-san. Did you need something-"

"I will get straight to the point with you." Charles interrupted her, yet again and swung his arm around her shoulders.

"Hey! Personal space!" Hiori yelled at Charles, but got no acknowledgment back. This caused the group to stop for a moment and look back at the duo.

'Oh God...' Loki groaned, knowing very well how Charles was with this player in particular.

"Uhm... get to the point with what?" (Y/n) wondered.

"I want you to play for me." Charles said simply.

"Uh... I am in a different team, so no can do." (Y/n) said, laughing nervously. The boy's grin was off putting to her.

"I know." Charles rolled his eyes and pouted a little.

"And while I was annoyed at first, I am happy now. I will have a chance to finally play against you. Tho, I rather have you playing for me."

(Y/n) kept quiet, unsure where all of this was going.

"You are very interesting, (Y/n). I like you~ don't disappoint me!" Charles giggled, packing her cheek.

"Haa?!" The girl yelled in surprise, face flushing a deep red.

"Asshole! Don't do that so randomly!!" Hiori yelled at the French boy, making his way to separate them. Kurona was holding back a blood thirsty Isagi, while he was fighting back his own rage.

"Stop it, Rin." Loki warned, his grip on Rin's shirt tightening.

"I will kill that bastard." The younger Itoshi mumbled.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #crossdressing #isagi yoichi #charles chevalier #blue lock charles #bllk charles #rin itoshi #julian loki #kurona ranze #hiori yo #blue lock requests

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feelbokkie · 8 months ago

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L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 4

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

WARNINGS: mention of food/eating, one swear word, some angst

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

TAGLIST: closed

W♡RD C♡UNT: 4,981

SCREENSH♡T C♡UNT: 15

A/N: sorry for disappearing without a word

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“So, how does all this work?” You ask from the couch behind the set of chairs Chan and Changbin are currently sitting in, a third one is empty between the two of them.

“Like producing or all of the buttons?” Chan asks, spinning around in the chair to give you all of his attention.

“You can explain the buttons if you want,” You adjust yourself comfortably on the couch, making sure to find a way to sit so you can take notes without hurting your back later. “But I meant producing.”

The three of you are currently sitting in a recording studio that the company rented for the group to use on their last day in Sydney. One of the inclusions that everyone agreed on is a mini CD-R of each member's solo song from the tour, and one rerecorded song for the group version broken up into a special racha version. The boys wanted to get the recording as quickly as they could before they got too tired from touring, which is why you're up at the earliest time you've needed to be so far.

Chan starts to roll up the sleeve of his black hoodie, thinking for a moment. "Well, when Han gets here--"

"If Han gets here. I guarantee you that he's still asleep right now." Changbin whines, his voice still heavy from sleep.

"I'll send a text to the group chat in a second to have one of the other kids swing by his room before they come over." Chan rubs his eyes as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the table behind him. "We can do the first two songs without him right now I guess."

"They're just the solo songs so we can manage." Changbin yawns. You can't tell if he's telling you or reassuring Chan.

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway," He pulls off his cham and fixes his hair before placing it back on. "Someone will be in the recording booth with headphones that play the backing track while everyone else can hear from the speakers in here. Basically, everyone out here is listening to make sure that the recording goes well. That whoever is in the booth is keeping pitch, or pronouncing everything correctly, and so forth. Or if something doesn't sound right, we can fix it right then and there. It's not always in one go though so sometimes we have to take the best bits of each take and splice them together."

"And then you take the mostly recorded track and do whatever tweaking needs to be done in post?" You question as you write down what Chan explained.

"Exactly! Someone's been doing their homework." Chan claps once loudly in excitement, the sudden noise causes Changbin to jump in his seat.

"I've always been a good student." You smirk to yourself as you look through your questions to ask. "I've watched some of your recording sessions on YouTube. You--"

The door swings open, stealing all of your attention. On the other side, Jisung stands holding four coffees in a carrier in one hand and another, larger iced coffee in the other. He's mostly hidden away in a large beanie that falls just above his eyes, a matching black face mask, an oversized hoodie, and baggy grey cargo pants.

"I know I'm late, but I bought an apology gift." He says, holding up the drink carrier.

"More like a bribe." Chan laughs, turning the seat next to around so that Jisung can sit in it.

"Here you go, noona." Jisung hands you one of the iced coffees before taking his seat between Chan and Changbin.

"I can be bought." You joke as you take the drink.

You watch as Jisung settles into his seat, handing both Chan and Changbin their drinks before placing the remaining fifth cup on the table behind them. Chan takes a sip of the coffee and turns back to you. "Noona, you were asking us a question."

"I'll ask it later. You guys have a lot of work ahead of you. I'll be like a fly on the wall from this moment forward."

All three of them nod in agreement. Recoding nine songs in one day isn't impossible but it is a lot of work. The three of them turn around again and discuss something briefly that you can't hear. Unsure of what else to do, you recheck your notes as they talk, trying your best to give them privacy in the too-small room.

"Ah, I'm suddenly nervous to record this song!" Chan laughs nervously while throwing his head back.

"We've all seen you perform it seven times already." Jisung pats him on the back to reassure him.

"Yeah but..." His voice trails off as he slowly makes eye contact with you as he spins around.

"You're nervous because of me?" You point to yourself for confirmation.

"Well, the song is a bit..." His voice trails off again, scratching the back of his increasingly red neck.

"Oh, so you can take your shirt off in front of Stay but you can't sing the song in front of noona?" Changbin teases.

"At this point, noona is like my sister. So it's..."

"I'm pretty sure your actual sister was in the audience this weekend. Your entire family really." You remind him.

"Oh my God," He sighs, burying his head in his hands.

"Ah, Bang Chan! Just hurry up and go in the booth already!" Changbin yells, getting annoyed and dropping all formalities with his leader.

"Okay, okay!" He gets up and takes one more sip of his coffee. "It's a song about trains anyway so I don't know what I'm getting worked up about."

"Hyung, be so fucking for real right now. We're all adults here. Just--"

Smack!

"Ow! What was that for." Jisung rubs the spot on his thigh that Changbin just smacked.

Changbin doesn't say anything. Instead, he nods in your direction, warning the younger man that you're still listening. You roll your eyes and raise your hand up. "It's off the record, don't worry."

After some punches to the air, Chan finally makes his way into the recording booth. He places the large headphones over his ears and pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolds the paper and then places it on the music stand in front of him. He signals for you to turn around and cover your ears with a sheepish smile. You respond by shaking your head 'no' and snapping a quick picture of him with your camera.

Jisung gets up from his seat and takes the seat that Chan was sitting in earlier. He pats his previous seat with his hand while looking through the papers in front of him. "Noona, sit here. Come be an honorary member of 3racha."

"I promise you that your careers are safer if I sit back here." You chuckle slightly.

"Then come up here and keep us company. It feels weird sitting here with just two of us. Feels like if Cerberus was missing a head."

"That's a bit dramatic, no?" You question as you gather your things.

"It's 3racha. You need all three of us. Cerberus is just a two-headed dog without the third head. Or worse, a regular dog. 2racha isn't a real thing." Jisung says with a faraway look in his eyes. You can almost see a glint of fondness as he thinks back about something.

"Can I quote you on that?" You ask as you set your things on the table.

"Technically Vocalracha is 2racha," Changbin interjects. Without looking up from the papers he's now flipping through, he pulls out Jisung's chair for you to sit on. Without hesitation, you quietly thank him while taking the seat.

"That's not the same thing and you know it hyung." Jisung whines, stomping his feet on the floor, gently shaking the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All three of your heads snap up at Chan who is now mouthing something at you.

"Oh, his mic is off," Changbin says while he looks at the set of buttons spread out across the table.

"Hold on, this system is different from the one we're used to. Everything is in English too."

"They showed us how to use the equipment earlier but I forgot which one is the mic on and off button," Changbin explains.

Your eyes scan the table and find the button labeled 'microphone on/off'. Afraid of accidentally hitting something and messing with the entire system, you quietly point to it. Changbin follows your finger and presses the button without any hesitation. You hold your breath for a moment, scared that you might have found the wrong button. All three of you stare at Chan while Jisung signals for him to talk.

"Is my mic on now?" Chan asks softly.

All three of you let out a sigh of relief before Jisung presses the intercom button in front of him and leans into the mic. "Yeah, hyung. We can hear you now, loud and clear."

"Okay, good. Are we good to start now? I want to get my song over with before the other kids get here." Chan teeters back and forth on his feet and swings his arms back and forth like a child waiting for their parent to get done talking to their friend. It's an insane image of a man who is about to sing a song that is definitely not about railways.

Jisung turns to look at Changbin who is looking at a little piece of paper in front of him. You can see small diagrams of buttons and little notes on them in Korean that you're almost certain he wrote himself. He gives Jisung a thumbs-up as his finger hovers over one of the buttons.

"Yeah, we're going to start now, hyung," Jisung tells him before sliding the intercom away from him.

Chan resumes his position in front of the microphone. He flashes all three of you an innocent smile before signaling that he's ready to start. Both you and Jisung watch Changbin as he presses one of the buttons. Soon after, the opening notes of "Railway" play over the speaker in the room. Chan makes a motion pointing up which causes Changbin to scramble as he looks for another button while referring to his little cheat sheet. Changbin presses the button and Chan gives him another thumbs-up before singing the opening lines of the song.

You sit quietly between the two younger members of 3racha as they work, careful to not distract them. You've been with them for two months, but this is the most serious you've seen them. Most of the time, they're goofing off and picking on each other or the other members. Changbin quietly nods along to the music while reading the lyrics sitting in front of him. Every few seconds he writes a little note on the page. Jisung is also reading along with the lyrics. After Chan finishes the first verse, he waits patiently while drinking water as Jisung and Changbin quietly discuss among themselves what parts they should have him fix. After a few minutes, they go over what went well and what he can do to improve. Chan nods along before the three of them rerecord the first verse. After the second recording, they replay both versions of the recording for Chan to hear. This time Chan seems a bit dissatisfied and asks if he can try one more time. Once more, the opening notes play and Chan redoes the first verse. During the review of the third take, all three of them are satisfied and go to the next verse.

This process continues for each verse, chorus, and adlib until all three of them, but most importantly Chan, are happy with the final product. Afterwards, Chan switches places with Jisung and it starts all over again. Jisung's recording goes a bit faster than Chan's due to fewer notes from the other two producers in the room. While Jisung records, both Chan and Changbin are quietly explaining everything to you so you have a bit more context of what's going on. After Jisung is done, he takes Chan's seat again while Chan moves over to Changbin's seat so they can record the next song. Changbin's recording took the longest of the three because of how much he was joking around. After that, they managed to get started on the 3racha hip-hop version of "Runners," all while spending more time messing around than focusing. Still, the three of them are done in nearly two hours.

For a moment, you're left alone in the recording studio while the three men take their break outside of the room. You sit quietly on the couch, your new permanent spot now that all three producers are done recording, and add to your notes about the experience. You don't notice at first that Changbin is the first one back in the room. He's quiet for a moment as he reclaims his spot at the end of the table.

"It's not as fun and glamorous as our recording session videos, huh?" Changbin asks quietly, finally breaking his silence.

You slowly lift your head up and blink at him, confused for a moment. You don't think there's been a moment where he's spoken to you first before. At least, not unprompted. Not without another member being in the room.

Changbin continues to stare at you, waiting for your answer. You shake your head and put your notebook aside, "No, I think it's very interesting. I'm learning a lot about making music and you three in general. I really love music so seeing how it's made is really fun."

Changbin slowly nods his head as he spins back around. You roll your eyes as you pick up your notebook again. A few seconds later, Changbin turns around again. You freeze midsentence, waiting for him to say something.

"Do you want to experience the other side of it?" His expression is soft and genuine. You've only seen this expression on his face when he's with his members, never with you. Then again, you haven't been alone with him yet. Maybe the overprotective, intimidating part of him is an act.

"What?" You set your notebook aside once again, "Like, inside the recording booth?"

"Yeah," While his face is softer towards you than you're used to seeing, he still refuses to smile. "For your article. You're still writing that, right? In addition to everything else?"

"I am still writing the article. And I'd love to step inside the booth." Notebook in hand, you follow as Changbin stands up and leads you to the door you've watched all three of them go through.

You wait patiently as you watch Changbin adjust the height of the mic for you. After a few moments, he quietly leaves the room and takes his spot back in front of the soundboard. He motions for you to put the headphones on.

The recording booth is smaller on the inside than you imagined. Much more stuffy, hotter than the room you were just in. It must have something to do with all the soundproofing that needs to be done. You roll up the sleeves of your sweater while you look around the room, taking in every little detail.

"Noona, can you hear me?" Changbin's voice rings through the headphones.

"Yeah," You turn, giving your full attention to the man on the other end of the glass. You always thought that there was a speaker overhead that was connected to the intercom in the other room.

"Good," He nods as he takes a sip of his now watered-down coffee. "I'm going to play something so you can hear what it's like."

You give him a thumbs up as you watch him search through Chan's laptop. After a moment, finding what he's looking for, he turns to look back up at you. "So you're going to hear a quick-timing beat and then the music is going to start."

You wait while watching Changbin as three ticks of what sounds like a metronome play in your ear right before the instrumental track for "Runners" starts. Your head bobs along to the music as you mentally sing the lyrics of the song you've heard countless times. The music is so loud, you're almost certain your heartbeat changed to match the tempo.

Just as soon as the song starts, it ends right when the first verse should end. You quickly grab your notebook and jot down a few notes before looking back at Changbin again.

"Is it always like this? Like," You pause for a moment, trying to find the right words. "is it always just the backing track? I've heard that some artist hear their own voice too."

"You can hear your own voice if you want it that way but it can get a bit confusing so we don't. Some artists will have their guide playing if they have one or a metronome to keep the tempo. If we're layering or doing adlibs then we'll have what we've already recorded playing instead to make it easier for us and the person mixing the track."

"I see," A million more questions float into your mind as you take note of what Changbin just told you. But you decide to keep them to yourself for now. You still have a few more hours before the day is over.

"Do you want to record for real?" Changbin asks suddenly.

You pause for a moment, contemplating his question. It would be a bucket list item you would be able to scratch off the list. But the idea of performing a--song let alone performing a song in front of the original artist--is intimidating. "I can't sing,"

"We have autotune," He says as the corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk that he can't hide.

You bite your lower lip as you think about the next time an opportunity like this will happen again. With your career, it probably won't happen again in this lifetime.

"Okay, but no laughing."

"Well, not in front of you."

"I changed my mind." You go to pull the headphones off and go back into the main room.

"I'm kidding, I'll be nice. I promise." He says quickly, his infectious laughter ringing through your ears. "What song do you want to do?"

"'Runners' is fine." You breathe as you readjust the headphones on your head.

Changbin does something on the laptop for a moment, probably turning on the autotune for you, and then makes an 'okay' symbol letting you know he's ready to go.

You say a silent prayer that you don't completely embarrass yourself in front of Changbin or any of the other members who are bound to walk back into the studio at any moment as the metronome chimes in your ears again. As the song starts, your voice is a bit shakier than you hoped. It's one thing to pretend to be an idol recording a song in the shower. It's an entirely different beast standing in a real recording booth while singing in front of an actual idol.

The song goes on longer than it did when Changbin was showing you how it sounded earlier. He's probably letting you go for as long as you can before cutting you off. Unfortunately for him, and his ears, you know the entire song.

Claps erupt in your ears just as the song finishes. You turn to the side to see that Chan and Jisung have returned from their break and that both Seungmin and Jeongin have also arrived. You quickly rip off your headphones, grab your notebook, and leave the booth with your eyes on the floor so that none of the boys can see how red your face is. You're not sure when any of them came in, and for your sake, it might be better that you didn't know.

"Wow, noona, do you want to join us in Vocalracha?" Jeongin jokes as you take your spot back on the couch.

"I think Vocalracha has enough members, thank you very much."

"Just switch places with Seungmin, nobody will notice the difference," Jisung suggests as he takes his seat next to Changbin.

"I'll notice," Seungmin deadpans as he takes the spot next to you on the couch.

"Does that mean I'll be Vocalracha leader then?" Jeongin's eyes light up with a mischievous twinkle.

"I think for noona's sake, you shouldn't be the leader. You'll run it like the military." Chan laughs, ruffling Jeongin's hair. In return, Jeongin pushes him hard enough to cause him to stumble.

Jeonging climbs over both your and Seungmin’s legs to get to the empty seat near the couch in the corner. "And Seungmin hyung doesn't?"

"I'm nice to you, why are you lying? Spend a day in danceracha with Lee Know hyung and you'll be crawling back to me, begging for forgiveness." Seungmin pouts.

Jeongin him off while pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I bow for no one,"

"You bow for Stay." Chan reminded the youngest man.

"That's different. I respect Stay." He replies without missing a beat.

"You don't respect me?" Seungmin asks, his mouth drops open, feigning shock.

Jeongin turns to Seungmin and points at himself. "Maknae on top,"

"Guys," Changbin warns. Both Seungmin and Jeongin turn to the older man, confused by the sudden warning. Changbin only replies by nodding in your direction.

And just like that, he's back to putting a wall between you and the entire group.

"Noona knows that we're only joking," Seungmin says softly, turning back to you with soft eyes. Almost like he's apologizing on Changbin's behalf. "Don't you, Y/n noona?"

"I vaguely remember one or more of you saying something about how Jeongin would be scary if he was one of the hyungs so..." You tease as you pretend to flip through your notebook. You slightly glance up and make eye contact with a worried Changbin. "I'm only joking, I know Jeongin has a soft spot for each of you and to take what you guys say with a grain of salt. Like when Seungmin says he hates you, he doesn't really--"

Seungmin throws his hand in front of your mouth, not close enough to touch you, but enough to get you to stop talking. "Hey, hey, hey, no need to expose me like that, noona."

"Okay, okay, well leave the two maknaes alone." Chan laughs, as he takes his seat next to Jisung. "Which one of you wants to go first? Or did you want to start by doing Vocalracha's 'Runners,' drama version?"

"I'll go first. Someone spent the whole car ride worried about doing his sexy concept in front of noona." Seungmin sighs as he gets up and walks straight into the booth.

"Hey," Jeongin cries, looking up from his phone.

"I'd like to remind everyone that I've already seen all of your stages. Multiple times. I've already seen the belly buttons and abs and heard all of the lyrics enough times in the past two months for you to not be worried." You reassure him.

"Couldn't be me," Chan clears his throat as he turns back around. You can see how quickly his neck and ears are getting red just before he pulls his hood over his head.

"You are the biggest offender, don't lie." Jisung laughs while hitting Chan on the shoulder.

"Seungmin, are you ready?" Chan changes the subject as Seungmin pulls his headphones on. Seungmin responds by making a silly face and doing a thumbs-up.

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The rest of the day pretty much goes how it did earlier. Seungmin got done with his recording almost as quickly, if not faster than Jisung did earlier. Jeongin took a bit longer because he nitpicked each of his takes to make sure they were perfect. By the time they were done with their solos and recording "Runners," drama version it was time for lunch and the remaining three members of the group came with food for everyone. After lunch, Danceracha got started with their version of "Runners" before doing their solo recordings.

You tried to focus as well as you could but with the room full, there was always something happening on the side that always caught your attention. The other members only got scolded by Chan, Changbin, and Jisung, who were in full producer mode, a handful of times for their volume or overall playful antics. And while the day didn't feel like it lasted that long, when you checked your phone, it was basically dinner time.

"Alright, Lee Know-ssi, you're all done." Chan yawns into the microphone. You are almost certain he didn't get much sleep last night after the two of you spent the entire day exploring Sydney for his solo zine.

"Thank god!" The second oldest yells as he quickly pulls off his headphones and joins all eight of you in the main room.

With nowhere left to sit, Minho sits on Changbin's feet. Nobody else is phased by it, and after spending time with the group, it doesn't puzzle you as much as it once did.

"Hyung, get off," Changbin whines.

Minho tilts his head back and looks at Changbin innocently. "Why?"

"Never mind," Changbin mumbles as he gently pushes Minho's head back forward.

You do your best to hide the smirk threatening you appear on your face as you pack up your equipment. You didn't use much today, just your camera and your notebook. But still, you make sure to disconnect the lens from the camera and over both of them with the appropriate caps and then slide them into your bag. You close your notebook with a satisfying tap and put the pen into the wire spiral before putting it into your bag. Satisfied that you packed everything, you stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder.

"If none of you have any plans, we can all head out to dinner for our last night in Australia?" You ask softly.

You want to treat the boys after a long day of work that you know they wouldn't have had if it wasn't for you. It's the least you can do. That is if you can find a way to pay without them knowing or trying to beat you to it.

"A little bit later? There's something the kids and I have to talk about first. If you don't mind waiting, it'll take about an hour. You can go ahead and wait at the hotel if you want." Chan says while stretching his arms in front of him.

You nod with a smile. "That's fine. We can also go another day too. No rush. Have during your meeting. Or text me if you still want to go."

Trying not to trip, you slightly knock into Felix's leg as you leave. You give them one final wave goodbye just as you leave.

You walk to the entrance of the studio, passing by a few random people entering the building. Deciding to stay cool, you wait in the lobby and dig around your bag, looking for your phone so you can call a car service to bring you back to the hotel.

Panic slowly sets in when you don't feel your phone in your bag. You check your pockets quickly before emptying your bag on the couch in the lobby. Pens, gum, your headphones, camera, notebook, wallet, and a bit of trash fall out. But not your phone. You think for a moment, you could have sworn that you put your phone in your bag. You checked the time, set it on the arm of the couch, and then...

It's still in the studio. You shove everything back in your bag. No longer panicking, you move slowly. You could wait around for the group to be done with their meeting and grab your phone so you don't disrupt them. But waiting for an hour, with nothing more to do feels a bit daunting. You could try to head back to the hotel and see if you could ask one of the staff members to message one of the members to grab your phone but the key to your room is in the back of your phone case. And with the security precautions in place for the group, you're almost certain you're not going to be able to get a spare key from the front desk.

"Here," Someone mutters furiously under their breath.

You turn around quickly, only to be met face to face with Changbin, his other hand clenched tightly in a fist. Even with his jaw clenched, you can see spasms of irritation across his face.

"T-thank you," You stutter as you take your phone from him.

Without saying a word, he turns back around and starts walking back to the studio. Halfway he stops, turns back around, and walks back towards you quickly.

"If you're going to bug us, you should learn to hide your phone better." He growls in a low voice.

"Excuse me?" You scoff in disbelief at the accusation.

You thought that you had Changbin figured out. That he's lovely in general but he's protective of the group. But now, as he stares at you with his nostrils flared and pure anger in his eyes, you fear that everything about him is an act.

Before you can explain yourself or even try to diffuse the tension between the two of you, Changbin disappears back into the hallway again.

You tightly grip your phone as you hold back your screams of frustration. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, ignoring the needle pricks of anger stabbing the back of your eyes. Once you've calmed down enough, you pull up the car service app on your phone and order a ride back to the hotel.

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lilicuzi · 2 months ago

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Hey so ya know how I made a oc for slay the princess, she lives in my head rent free!

I have drawings! the rest are less clean though.

we have princess, servant, revolution and your own creation

TW blood &gore (under cut)

ok so some changes have been made but I got cutscenes!!! and a better idea of story

First off servant kinda.. there are 4 scenes of my repressed girl, the first one is of when you get her to speak to you and the other 3 are the three ways you die in the chapter. now that I've written my ideas I have more fitting themes and motifs for her in general, so one difference is that her floor is bloody and covered in feathers something I want to connect between servant and YOC is mess there are feathers on the floor and they grow the further her route is. when it comes to the servant normally she will be cleaning the basement that is coated in your feathers and her blood, the longer your around the less feathers there are, of course she's loathing you being around all the while but the princess is mainly dragging her rope around whipping down counters with the feathers and dropping them in the sink.

now the second one is when you give her the knife I already touched on that in the first post but this is the route to the revolution, I imagine you get stubborn or broken, as to get this path you make her FEEL what she's repressed out of fear of you, all the anger and resentment and bitterness. Either by coaxing her to fight you until she snaps so you hand her the knife to kill each other or what I've depicted giving her the knife and letting her kill you straight up without fighting back, which while that seems smitten like I think YOC is more of smitten instead so I think here we will use broken and his empathy/good emotional maturity.

damn this is gonna be long, anyways the way I ordered it isn't the best so I'll keep describing the servant killing you scenes which are the 3rd row( 2nd row might be last). we have the chapter 2 death / give the shifting mound the servant which contains letting her clean all the feathers before she let's go of the repression, here you gave kept shaking the soda bottle by just existing and probably talking more without helping the growing bitterness, this is the last time she speaks to you in a blunt voice as the next scene would be her smiling as "everything goes dark and you die". basically once she's cleaned everything and you haven't done anything she's strong enough to push you into the sink as she's done increasingly harder labour's throughout the chapter, moving faster, growing more and more muscular she also ages a bit or she's tired but she has wrinkles on her eyes and hands. that's the one of the differences from being a prince's as well as her sleeves and hair, now she can easily just shove you into the sink like all the other feathers and strangles you before you can fight back.

the last one of the servant is the route to YOC I'm not spelling your own creation each time. here you clean with her try to talk it out, all the blood is gone but your just leaving more feathers, here you get on the floor to clean but maybe you get smitten if you put her on the counter and clean the floor yourself and opportunist if your in this together once you've noticed how upset she is and then insist it's your duty. no matter how much you clean you just leave more feathers but she doesn't mind anymore she walks on the counters and goes into the sink which had made a mountain of feathers you've picked up but there's still somehow more on the floor than when you began. you join her in the sink slowly crushed under weightless feathers or suffocate when the black lines replace the air everything goes dark and you die. (I did not think about how to get her until I was writing I just thought what would smitten do when drawing yourself on the floor)

I have started to design the cabin in these two while the servant has counters and mess these are very different looking, just like chapter 3! we have the revolution which is a balcony where instead of a counter/basket with a pristine blade you have her crown which is missing gems but otherwise dainty and pretty. like the tower/HEA the pillars are marble and white while the floor looks like the counter tops as this place is clean somwhere bettween castle and manor, down the balcony are stairs into a doll house/cabin? it's split open and furnished as the farther you go in the more stuff this cabin now has but since it's slanted to the middle you can't reach any of it. while for YOC I drew stairs!! kinda they are more of a feathery slope but still it works there's no light in here just feathered walls and floors. she seems happy her hands reach out to you which you can see thanks to her bioluminessence.

the revolution is a different design than originally she has a uniform like a general, much older than before she's like 50 and holding the tip of your blade like a toy, she's grown and has earned her life back she still has the same ideals as before but now she can speak it you are the royalty being addressed by her executioner. she has the knife she's in your shoes and not taking anything personal anymore after all you helped her but she still has a goal and you still take and react and she hates your nature so now you may die. here however this is where you argue she was a princess once, she is flaunting her power over you and she is the one with those crystals on her coat, you just have a bend of wire on your head. she stabs herself and then you in response to that in the end, there's no place for people like us in a world to be saved.

your own creation, I think it's self explanatory she is your art and reflects back you, she's naked other than a feather cloak, she has the eyes of an owl and the talons too, she glows in the dark because your eyes are only on her now. she acts oddly always wanting your next move just smiling as your hands run over to make a red painting, all you've done was place her anger into mania its all just catharsis to her she is unfeeling and overwhelmed but yearning for anything which I'd turned into excitement as she watches herself fall apart. you can't fix her she needs something that isn't you. by the time the shifting mound takes her, she is nothing all the guts and light and flesh are on the floor and she can finally breathe a breath that isn't suffocating feathers.

and I almost forgot about the chapter 1 princess! we have what I described last time, when you steal her crown though your hand I'd twirling it like it's nothing since that seems like an appropriate amount of sass. but I think I've covered everything and I'm tired, I struggled a lot with my mouths honestly and I probably could've made everything detailed but I've worked on this for a while and want to draw something else now so I might have rushed it at the end but hope the people who likes the last post likes this one! bye!

#the servant stp #slay the princess #stp oc #stp fan princess #stp princess #stp #oc art #ocs #my ocs #oc #original character #cw: gore #tw blood #cw blood

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tojisbbygworl · 2 years ago

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My Wife is a Stoner and a Bitch and it’s Driving Me Crazy - Toji Fushiguro x Black!Reader ~ FFL Series

Summary: Megumi is finally out of the house which means it’s time to spark up. Toji - 33, You - 30, Megumi - 12

Characters: Toji, Megumi, Yuuji, Sukuna, Gojo

Words: 6,215

Tags: 18+, 2nd person, Fluff, Established Relationship, Marijuana, AU-No Curses, SMUTTTT, Car sex, High Sex, Cunnilingus, Toji is Whipped, DILF, Toji is a Good Dad, Soft Toji

Disclaimer: This work is part of a Black!Reader x Toji series I started called Fushiguro Family Life. It's basically a slice of life series with you, Toji and Megumi. None of them are in order and can be read on their own unless stated otherwise.

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author’s note: So basically the great AO3 DDOS attack of 2023 sent me into a panic and now I’m considering cross posting all my stories. I mayyyy post my other darker Toji stories here but I’m not sure. Probably not.

This is inspired by a reddit post I saw a while ago and couldn’t find again with a similar title. This work is the 1st part of a Drabble series called Fushiguro Family Life (great name Ik shut up). All the stories are cute, fluffy, and/or smutty and will be mostly one shots. A couple may have two chapters. Okay I’m done talking now. Enjoy!!!🩵

Toji was very excited to get back home tonight.

He had just dropped off Megumi at his best friend Itadori Yuuji's house. The kid's birthday was tomorrow and he practically begged Megumi to come to his sleepover. Megumi was a quiet and introverted kid who liked being alone. It's hard to get him out of his shell which makes Toji wonder how the hell those two even became friends in the first place. When Toji overheard Yuuji pleading for Megumi to spend the night while they were playing in his room, he knew he had to get Megumi to go. He loved the kid but God, Megumi was home way too often. Yes, he was only 12, but he had ample opportunity to leave the house. Megumi never joins his friends in walking to the DQ by their middle school after school lets out for the day. He never wants to carpool with Yuuji and Nobara to the nearby high school's games where Yuuji's older brother Sukuna is the football captain. He doesn't go to the fair when it's in town, or Six Flags on the weekends. He would much rather stay at home and have his friends come over. Which means Toji has to constantly deal with at least 3 little shits fucking up his house. It's a situation that's less than ideal.

Megumi has a habit of asking Toji or his stepmother to say no to the prospect of him going out because he doesn't want to hurt his friends' feelings. Sometimes he would come into their room and hold up his phone while it's on speaker. Usually either Yuuji or Nobara will be asking if he could go somewhere and Megumi would be mouthing 'NO' and shaking his head. Toji would repeat the word aloud and that would be the end of that. Well, not this time.

When Yuuji asked Megumi to come to the sleepover, Toji quickly jumped into action. He hopped, skipped, and jumped over to his room where he pretended to be on his phone waiting for Megumi and Yuuji to come through the door. When they did, he looked up.

"What?"

"Mr. Fushiguro, can Megumi come to my sleepover next week? It's gonna be the day before my birthday." Yuuji asks, slightly melancholy from expecting a firm 'no' like usual. Megumi was standing behind him, his face completely relaxed. By this point, his parents should know how this works. A friend asks if Megumi can do something and they say...

"Sure thing."

Megumi's eyes burst wide open while his friend jumps for joy. Yuuji immediately turns around and hugs his best friend who is still frozen in shock and staring bug-eyed at his father. Toji is grinning cheekily. Yuuji starts to guide them away from his room and Megumi takes two of his fingers, points them at his eyes then points them right back at Toji. The door shuts.

Toji immediately texted you, his lovely wife, about the great news.

babe guess what

Wifey

what

i hope u ready to have the house to ourselves next week

Wifey

???

sir what are u talking abt

the little shit is finally out of the house dammit

Wifey

!!!

say on god

on my mom

Wifey

u dont even fuck wit her

i dont fuck with no one but u baby

Wifey

...what abt ur son

what abt him?

Now why are you and Toji celebrating the absence of your amazing son? Well to put it simply, to get high as a fucking kite. You two have never really gotten a good opportunity to do so since you started dating so many years ago and Toji even longer before that. Having a kid put a hold on indulging vices. Not that Toji or you minded, Megumi is a wonderful kid. But before having and gaining custody of Megumi when he was 3, he had always anticipated the days he could sit down and light a blunt again.

The last time you and him had smoked frequently was when you two had started dating. Toji was very fond of you so he strived to see you all the time. His baby mother was willing to watch Megumi while he went on dates with you despite how often they were. And he attempted to impress you with his smoking skills. Unfortunately, it had been a long time since the last time he smoked and on the 4th date he ran out of weed and backwoods. Imagine his surprise when he pulled up to your house and you pulled out an airtight jar that was packed full.

"What-what the hell is that?" He exclaimed.

You looked at him with a concerned face, wondering what had gotten him so shook. "Huh? It's Bubba Kush." Toji had never even heard that strain before.

He proceeded to watch you roll the most beautiful blunt he had ever seen in his entire life. You took two large hits and handed it to him. All he could do was look at you. You thought he was cute, but he was taking too long to take it from you. You scrunched up your face and shook your hand. "Take the shit before it goes out, stupid!"

He was smitten.

When he asked you to move in is when the smoking sessions came to an abrupt stop. Something that you completely understood. Megumi was 6 at the time. He was still a pretty young kid so you or Toji always had to be around. And you were. And you both raised a great kid together. And when he finally reached the age of 11, you both thought he would be leaving the house much more frequently like other kids his age were doing. This is when they start going home on the bus together and hanging out at arcades or small restaurants. How could you have known that Megumi would grow an attachment to his parents and never want to leave the house? How would you know that he enjoyed spending time with his dad and stepmom? What preteen likes hanging out with his parents?

Now as it stands, it had been pretty much 8 months since the last time you and Toji smoked and he was tired of it. He prides himself on successfully hiding weed from his son, but if the only thing holding him back was because his son never fucking left the house, then something had to change. This would be the start of many 'yeses' to come.

The day came and you were coming home from work when Toji dropped Megumi off at Yuuji's. Megumi had let his displeasure with the situation be known all week and he was still irritated while Toji drove.

"You know I like being at home."

"Yeah. You're a damn hermit and the shit is weird."

"You're weird."

"I'm not the one who likes hanging out with his parents."

"That's only because grandma and grandpa suck. Your whole family sucks. Mom and Y/N's families are cool."

"What, so you're saying I'm cool? Is that why you like hanging out with me?"

"So you want me to think you're lame?"

How could Toji answer that truthfully without explaining why? "No, I just want you to hang out with your friends. They really like you. Even if you are a loser."

"You're the loser!"

This bickering continued until Toji finally pulled up to the Itadori household. He almost had to force Megumi out of the car and practically pulled him to the front door where he rang the bell. Itadori Sukuna answered and Toji scowled down at him. He didn't like the 17 year-old asshole.

Sukuna looked down at Megumi and grinned. "Hey, my little brother's emo friend arrived. He won't shut up about how your dad finally let you out of the house for once. What changed, Mr. Fushiguro? Huh?" He raised his brow while his smile grew. Toji's face remained stoic although he was starting to get ticked. He tapped his finger against his thigh.

"Just let the kid inside. I don't have time for your nonsense." Sukuna obliged and moved to the side so Megumi could enter the house. The kid turned and waved at his dad before getting jumped by Yuuji and Nobara.

Toji would have chuckled at the scene if it wasn't for Sukuna straining his neck to look past him. Toji realized he was trying to look into his car. "What, do you want a kiss or some shit?" He teased. He raised a bag that had Yuuji's present and put it to his chest. "Here if that's what you're looking for."

Sukuna's face didn't falter. "Y/N couldn't deliver it herself? That's a shame. It's always nice to see her."

Toji scowled. He doesn't know when, but you had become the designated gift giver at some point over the years. Every gift from the Fushiguro household was from you. You made it or bought it with your own money and always delivered it yourself. Toji hated it for this exact reason. He knew this little shit Sukuna had a crush on you. And you just thought it was the most adorable thing in the world as if he wasn't almost a grown man. You would never go for him so it was hilarious, but Sukuna didn't see it that way. He genuinely believes he has a chance of taking you away from Toji and it fuels his already massive ego.

"No. She told me she's tired of you always trying to flirt with her, so I'm gonna be the delivery boy from now on. So get used to it." He lied. Sukuna called his bluff and laughed heartily.

"Yeah alright. Just tell her I missed her today and that I can't wait to see her at the championship game. I'm assuming she's finally taken that stick out of your ass so you can let Megumi go to my games now."

"I'm not gonna tell her shit. You stay the hell away from my wife, delinquent." Toji spat at him through gritted teeth. He turned and walked away before he could respond, but of course, the teenager just laughed and shut the door. Toji was still fuming when he got back in the car, but then he remembered what awaits him at home and he relaxed.

im omw babe

Wifey

okay bby. i just got home

hungry?

Wifey

always

let's go get sum to eat

Wifey

what we getting

idk

Wifey

well figure it out

maybe

You don't respond, most likely trying to figure out what you want to eat. You still hadn't decided on what to eat when Toji pulled back up to the house. You came outside and got in the car. You got out of your work clothes and put on something comfy and casual. You had on a white graphic tee that you cut into a crop top and black cotton shorts. Your gold anklet accentuated your pink crocs and your bleached locs were in a high ponytail. All you brought was your phone and house keys. Toji sped back off when you entered and didn't give you time to adjust causing you to lose your balance and fall back against the door.

"Um, excuse you?" You exclaimed. Toji put his hand on your thigh.

"Sorry babe. I didn't mean to." he said while trying to hold back his laughter. You glared at him.

"Stop laughing." He let out a snort.

"I wasn't laughing at you, baby."

"You just did, liar." You finally put on your seatbelt and sat back. Toji's hand still didn't leave your leg while he drove to your designated smoking spot. As much as you two would love to smoke at home, you didn't want your house to reek and the neighbors were nosy assholes.

You put on your favorite music during the drive. Toji loved listening to your playlist. You always managed to surprise him with the raunchiest and most explicit songs you could possibly think to put on. Every time he thinks he’s heard them all, you have a new one to show him, such as the one that was playing now.

Boy this pussy talk,

English, Spanish, and French

Boy this pussy talk,

Euros, Dollars, and Yens

He kind of recognized the voice. This was that group you really like called City Girls. You’ve played their songs a couple times before. He might have to add this one to his playlist, though. They’re really riding the beat.

You lift your head up when Toji stops the car. He rolls the front windows down a bit and turns it off. You reach into the glove box to get all the materials, the grinder, the papers, the rolling tray and, of course, the weed itself. Toji watches you intently as you work your magic.

He doesn’t just stare at your hands as it breaks the buds apart and stuff them into the grinder, he also looks at your face, your hair, your jewelry, and your body. You were such a beautiful woman.

”You could really be unwrapping the woods and dumping out the tobacco but you wanna sit there and look at me like you stupid.”

And you were such a bitch. Not that he was complaining.

When you and Toji met, it was his day off and he wanted to spend it working out. Most people don't really choose to spend the day at work, Toji didn't really have a choice in this case. Plus, he owned the place, so he could really do whatever he wanted.

You walked into the gym just as he was finishing his last set. He was all sweaty and gross and you looked really cute with your locs in pigtails. You had on a matching gray set that he's seen on a number of girls. It never looked this good on any of them, though. He prides himself on not being a creep, but he stole plenty of glances at you when you were checking in. Your butt looked really, really good. It was when you had walked into the women's locker room when he realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of it. He blinked, then looked to his left to see Gojo Satoru smirking at him.

"You're such a weirdo." He joked.

"Fuck off." Toji had the smallest blush on his face and he grimaced in embarrassment. He really hadn't meant to be checking you out, but he couldn't help it. You were pretty.

It took you only a couple of minutes to come out of the locker room with nothing but a water bottle and Airpods. Toji wasn't paying attention as he had refocused on finishing his workout, but you caught his eye again when he turned around to leave. You were punching in settings on the treadmill.

Toji paused with his towel and water in his hand and deliberated what his next moves should be. He was tired, wet, and smelled gross. He had been here since he dropped Megumi off at daycare and he wanted to spend some time relaxing at home before he had to get the little menace. But then you started speed walking and your boobs were bouncing so nicely that he just had to get on the treadmill next to you.

Toji is no better than every other man.

He successfully ignored the look that Gojo had thrown at him before unsuccessfully pulling off a casual walk over to where you were. Toji purposefully walks into your line of sight, sweating inwardly knowing that he caught your eye. You look away when he gets on the treadmill right next to yours. He gives you a nod and a smile expecting a small one back. Instead, the aloof look on your face remains and you look him up and down. Then you go right back to speed walking.

He blinked. Okay, he wasn’t expecting that. Maybe he was coming on too strong by choosing the treadmill next to you. It’s too late now. He punches in the same stats on your treadmill and starts walking as well. He’s taking glances at you but you don’t look over to him even once. Or maybe you’re looking when he’s not looking. From how annoyed your face is, he doubts it.

After a couple minutes, you increase your speed to a jog. Toji decides to play a little game for your attention, and does the same, ending on the exact same speed you’re on. He can’t tell if you notice, but it doesn’t matter to him one bit. He could do this for ages.

Every time you increase your speed, he does the same, and Toji knows he’s gotten you when you increase it significantly and you’re full on running. He’s impressed that you’ve gone this long, but he’s gone longer. He follows suit, as expected. And that's when you give him a glare. And it only gets more sinister when you see the cheeky grin on his face. You turn up the setting to the point where you’re full on sprinting. Toji, and some onlookers, has never seen a woman more determined to outperform a man in his life. And he’s had his fair share of lovers. And despite the deeply confused and slightly frightened look on his face, he's having a lot of fun.

And your reaction to him keeping up with your very impressive speed was worth the strain on his body. You press the stop button on the machine slowing you down to the perfect yet quick stop. You stare at him with your hands on your hips. He smiles and does the same. You’re both staring each other down.

“Yes ma’am?” he grins.

“You think you’re cute?” You say, panting heavily.

“No. I think you’re cute.” He responds, smoothly. You jerk your head back and blink.

“Hmph. Well I don’t.”

“How could you not think you’re cute?”

You roll your eyes. “You know what the fuck I meant.” You grab your water and start to walk away. Toji, even though he doesn’t want to look desperate, follows you. You head to the paper towel dispenser and begin to wipe away your sweat, Toji standing behind you ready with the excuse that he needed the paper towels too. You were very frustrated, so you were punching the dispense switch very aggressively.

Toji couldn’t help himself. “I thought I was the one who pissed you off. Don’t take it out on my dispensers. I’ll have to replace them.”

You paused for a second, then turned to look at him. “...You own this gym?” He nods. “Oh hell no. This is the last time you’ll see me here.”

Toji grabs his heart. “You’re breaking my heart, miss…?” He lets the sentence linger so you can finish it for him.

But instead you almost look offended. You really are cute. “I’m not giving you my name!”

He grabs his heart with his other hand and pretends to stumble back. “Agh! You’re breaking it even more.” He leans his hand on the wall and holds himself up, then looks at you smiling. He managed to catch the end of a slight laugh that escaped you. You cover your mouth, but it’s too late. Toji knows he’ll see you again.

And he does the week after while sitting at the receptionist desk filling out some paperwork. Just when he was starting to think you weren’t joking, you walk right in with your Airpods and duffel bag wearing a different matching set, but it looks just as good on you. He puts on a huge grin and watches your face fall as you walk up to him.

“Good morning, are you sign-”

“Getting on the treadmill again today, sweetheart?” He rudely interrupts his employee, who just rolls her eyes and goes to the back room to get on her phone.

“I don’t know who the hell ‘sweetheart’ is, but I’m not her." Ah. And you brought your attitude with you as well. More fun for him.

“Me neither. Maybe if I knew her name, I wouldn’t have to call her that.” He smiles widely.

“Well I hope you figure it out one day.”

“Oh, I’m about to right now.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“She has to give me her name to sign her in. That’s how.” He got you looking stuck and somewhat embarrassed. And that fuck ass smile has not left his face.

“Oh, shut the fuck up…” Your eyes shift downwards slightly and you meet his gaze again. “Toji.” You tell him your name afterwards and he signs you into the computer.

“Have a good workout…sweetheart.” He immediately lets out a boisterous laughter seeing the daggers your eyes are shooting at him and he makes it his life mission to annoy you until you say yes to a date and annoy everyday afterwards.

And he has. So, how can he complain about his wife being a bitch when he chose you because of it?

He does what you request, and hands you the leaf so you can finish rolling. Watching you bring it to your lips and start to slick the wood down with your tongue was always a spectacle. Not just because it look cool, but because he never failed to joke about it. “Why can’t you do that to my wood?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not this shit again.” The both of you stared at the flame from your lighter while you used it to seal the leaf. “Are you always gonna make that joke?”

Toji grinned stupidly. “Yes.” You tried, but failed to hold your laughter.

”I hate you, babe,” you giggled. Toji laughed with you and the both of you proceeded to get super duper high.

You guys were halfway through it and you were in the midst of discussing the new drama in your girlfriend group chat when he interrupted you. “Hey. Hey. Hey-“

”What? You see I’m not done talking.”

Toji pauses and just stares at you, making you even more irritated. “Man, what?”

”Let’s have sex.”

You looked at him like he was crazy then shifted your gaze to his crotch. There, in all of its glory, was a tent in his pants. Typical. He always does this. He becomes very talkative when he’s high, so whenever he goes quiet, you knew something was up.

Toji was staring you down ever since he took the first hit. He looked at your breasts and smirked upon seeing your nipples poking through your shirt. He saw how smooth your neck looked and thought abt how nice it feels to sink his teeth into it. The sounds you make are absolutely gorgeous.

Then he stared at your hair. It was so soft and pretty. The blonde was extremely cute, but he liked them the most when they were ginger. He thinks the color is called Cajun Spice or something like that. It matched well with your skin tone.

At some point while you were talking he put his hands on your thigh and started stroking it with his thumb. You didn’t notice, you subconsciously put your hand on top of his grabbing his fingers. The action filled his heart with warmth, smiling at you while relaxing his head on the seat. Just listening to you talk.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t listening. He was imagining how loud you would be if he opened up your door and bent you over the passenger seat. Hm, that sounds like a really good idea.

You look back into his eyes after seeing how hard his dick had gotten and you couldn’t help but smirk. You were clearly trying to keep your smile down, but it wasn’t working. “So you’re not hungry?”

”I am. For something else.”

“…You’ve charmed me,” you say, making Toji laugh.

”Oh, I have?” He takes off his seat belt.

”Yeah, you have.” You say, following suit.

”Then come here.” Toji grabs you as soon as your seatbelt snaps back, pulling you over the center console to kiss you passionately. It’s kind of uncomfortable for you, you have to kneel onto the seats from the way he pulled you over. You would have said something about it, but you were already so wet and he was grabbing you so tightly that the thought left your head.

Toji was moaning in your mouth so much you could feel it vibrate through your body. You could tell he was really getting into it from the way he shifted himself forward to grab your ass and thigh. He decides that he’s had enough. He needs you now. “Take off your shorts.” He opens up his door to come to your side of the car. You can feel yourself becoming giddy while slipping off your bottoms and shoes.

When Toji opens up your door, he sees you in all of your glory. You were bare from the waist down. Your legs are so shapely and smooth, they look beautiful in the moonlight. So were your perfect thighs that he desperately wanted to grasp and never let go. Your glistening cunt tied the whole thing together. He could only imagine how soaked your panties must have been.

But the best sight was the bright and excited smile that stretched across your lovely face. He was falling in love all over again.

”You look happy,” he teased, kneeling onto the hard ground.

“Speak for yourself.” Toji’s smile was just as wide as yours. He made it very clear that he absolutely adored eating you out. He once described it as his favorite pastime. And he was fucking good at it.

Toji took sometime to rub your legs, leaving kisses leading up to your hot center. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He savored every single smooch as if it was the last time he would get the chance to kiss you.

He spread your legs the closer he got. The fucker slowed down as well, leaving you to whimper pathetically. He smirked and chuckled at you. You had a mouth on you yet when he made you wet you were like puddy in his hands. He gave you a small, but firm bite, his dick twitching when he hears you hiss.

When Toji finally tasted your sweet center, he moaned. He gave it a small kiss, then tenderly licked it, spreading your lips slightly with his tongue. He looked up at you and saw your head fall backwards along with your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your mouth refused to close, a sound of satisfied pleasure leaving from it. You were so beautiful.

Toji encloses his mouth around your pussy in an extremely sloppy kiss. His mouth is covered in slick and he finds that he likes it so much that he continues making it sloppier by the second. The little squeaks that you’re making in your throat are really cute, but he wants more. He takes his thumb and begins to rub your clit up and down, making sure to get your wetness all over it. It was effective in making you even louder.

”Oh, shit.” You whine. Toji removes his hand just to replace it with his tongue. “Fuck, baby.” You get even louder and your hips begin to grinding into his mouth. You grab his hair in an attempt to keep him still even though you love what he’s doing. Toji loves it and he goes even harder. “Mm, Toji it feels so good.”

He removes his mouth to suck on his fingers. After he wets them up, he inserts on of his digits into your wet pussy. It goes in with ease. You feel his thick finger enter you and as much as you love it, you want more.

”Put another one in, baby.” Toji smiles and bites his lips.

”Anything you want.” He yields to your request, inserting a second finger and pumping them. That makes you moan even louder.

”Yeah, just like that.” He doesn’t take his eyes away from yours. Yours are lidded but he can still see the want in them. The longer he looks, the more he wants you. His fingers pump you harder and harder and you get louder and louder, all while staring him in the eyes. The familiar feeling of release builds up in your abdomen. Your breathing picks up.

”Oh, Toji…Toji…”

”Yes baby?” He starts to smile at you. Your cunt starts getting wetter. He knew what was about to happen.

”I’m gonna cum,” Your voice is so breathy it’s beautiful.

”Go ahead and cum on my fingers, baby.” You do exactly that. As much as he loved keeping eye contact with you, watching you throw your head back and curse while feeling your cum drip from your pussy onto his seats was a much better alternative. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Toji removed his fingers from you and held them up to your face. You flick your tongue out before wrapping your mouth around it. You look at him while maneuvering your head back and forth sucking them dry. Toji stares down at you smiling.

”God, you’re a slut.” He tells you. You release his fingers with a pop and nod your head, smiling.

”What am I going to do with you?” He takes his shirt off before pulling down his pants and briefs, his thick and throbbing member slapping back onto his stomach. He looked amazing. His face was glistening with cum. You took your time to stare at him and his body. His muscles and abs were on display for anyone who had the misfortune (or let’s be honest, fortune) to pass by with their headlights on. His pants and underwear pooled at his ankles and you can’t help but think about how nice his butt looks right now. Just sitting out in the wind. You giggle.

”What’s funny?” He asks, tugging on his dick preparing to lean over you.

”Your ass probably looks so good right now.”

”Why you wanna bite it?” He holds himself over you and pushes your legs up. You lick your lips.

“A little bit. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.” Toji smirks then kisses you sweetly. Without even warning you, he pushes himself into your pussy refusing to let up from the kiss when your mouth instinctively opens wide. The feeling of Toji sinking into you is euphoric, and it gets even better when he’s fully inserted inside of you. He sighs. The two of you are connected at the hip and it feels just as good as the first time.

Toji looks down at the two of you. Your stomach is so beautiful when your thighs are pressed against it. Your ankles were laying on his shoulder pushing your abdomen down and making you feel full. He can’t stop looking at it as he slowly begins to pull himself out of you. You start to whine desperately, grabbing at his back to keep him inside of you. But Toji slams himself back into you making you practically scream. He starts a steady pace of fucking you into his seats. You sound delicious grunting into his ear with every thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” Obviously.

“Oh my fucking God, yes.” You respond looking at him. He’s holding your hip with one hand and brings the other behind your head putting his body weight on your elbow. Toji pulls your head up to his to kiss you once more. You swallow each other’s moans and his thrusts become more intense. You scratch at his back leaving new scars amongst his old ones.

“Does my pussy feel good, Toji?” You whisper into his ear. He groans into yours and you clench your cunt around his dick.

“So fucking good, baby girl.” It’s his turn to sound breathless. It tickles your ear.

“Will you moan for me? Will you say my name?” You ask. He nods and begins to whine. He sounds desperate for your pussy, as if it he would die if he stopped fucking you for even one second.

“Ngh…(Y/N), I fucking love this pussy.” He whimpers. He sounds so hot, you can feel your release coming soon.

“I know you do baby.” You taunt. Toji weakly lifts his hand from your hip and it crawls up your torso between your breasts to grip your neck. You can’t talk and your head remains still. Toji’s breath is hot on your cheek while he turns his head.

“You’re a dirty fucking bitch you know that?” He tells you. Toji thrusts into you one more time and stops. You look at him in desperation while he pulls himself out of you. “Open your mouth.” As soon as you do, he drools onto your tongue then leans down to make out with it. It ends with your tongue being sucked into his mouth.

“Turn around, bitch.” He commands. You twirl around and hike your ass into the air, twerking a little bit while smiling at him. He grins and slaps your cheek hard. Then, Toji lines himself up with your pussy once more, and pushes himself into you from behind.

He can’t even hear how amazing you sound, he’s so focused on how wet you are. He tilts his head back wards and groans. “Oh, shit.” He begins to fuck you from the back, getting even more excited seeing your ass clap on his stomach.

He holds onto your hips as if it’s a lifeline. At some point, you turn to look back at him and you look so fucking slutty it’s not even funny. Toji can’t help himself when he reaches for your hair then yanks your upper body towards him, causing you to arch your back. He reaches over to grab one of your tits knowing that they probably looked amazing bouncing from him fucking the shit out of you.

You’re loud and spewing curses, but so is Toji. He can feel your pussy clenching around him again. “You’re about to cum again, aren’t you?” All you can do is nod too busy screaming his name. “Then cum on my dick, baby. Come on.”

“Okay daddy.” Toji smacked your ass again.

“Fuck, say that again.”

“Okay, daddy.” You say while releasing on his member, leaving a white ring of cream around his base. Toji pushes himself down onto you grabbing his seats and ramming himself into your pussy. You’re already slumped, not even trying to lift your head up and just letting your cheek squish into the chair. Your moans are quick and desperate. Hoping that it never ends. But from the speed at which Toji thrusts inside of you, his breath picking up and his moans becoming more wild and loose, you knew it would end soon.

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

You gather enough strength to tell him, “On my face, Toji. Please cum on my face.”

Oh, he was so glad you said that. He fucks you for a little while longer before ripping himself from you. You immediately turn around and kneel down, face lined up right underneath his balls. Toji pumps his dick and looks at you staring up at him in anticipation. You look so fucking beautiful, he releases a guttural and intense moan while his thick, white seed spills all over your face. You accept it gracefully, then when he’s done you lick the remaining cum from his dick. He shudders.

“Damn, babe.” He laughs. “You’ve never looked prettier.”

You would bat your eyes if he didn’t cum on one of them, so you opt to giggle and pose cutely. “You should take a picture.” You joke.

Well, he takes it seriously. Toji pulls up his pants and underwear to find his phone, snatching it up and snapping as many pics of you as he can. You go along with it and actually start to pose while his semen drops down your face and onto your body, mainly your tits. He makes sure to take a picture of that too.

“Yeah, this is going in the vault.” He puts his phone away, gets the paper towel roll he keeps in his car for this very reason and wipes your face for you. When you’re all clean you look so fucking gorgeous he can’t help but to kiss both of your cheeks.

“What was that for?” You ask, pulling your shirt down and putting on your shorts.

Toji shrugs. “I love you. So much.”

You give him a slight glare and his stupid smile falls. “What?”

“You just saying that because I let you cum on my face.” Toji feigns offense and dramatically puts his hand to his chest and scoffs and gasps.

“How dare you. I love you for you are AND you let me cum on your face.” He says. You roll your eyes.

“Take us home so you can do it again, loser." You slam the door shut and start to light the unfinished blunt once more.

Toji looks at you through the window and can’t help but stare in absolute infatuation. You really are perfect for him.

“Can you come the fuck on?” You open the door to shout at him.

“Yes, baby.”

ending a/n: I started this series to take a break every once in a while from all the angst I write, lmao. I have quite a few story ideas, but none of them are fully written just yet. Be sure to check back for the next installment in the series🩵🩵🩵

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04/King of the Hill.

7th floor x female reader (the 8 show) Masterlist WC:7.9K. specific chapter warnings: uhh violence, kissing (it’s the king’s game ep)

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If there was a way to test the limits of the human mind, it would be hunger. Three days she’s done this, stripped you of the most basic essentials for survival. You wondered where she was going with this, knowing her message had already been read loud and clear. three days of your insides gnawing at you, begging for any relief. You tried to cheat the system by buying glucose replacement drips, but it didn’t work.

Upon the nauseating revelation of the current situation, you’d fully expected for all hell to break loose, surprised to see nothing of that sort. The morning after everyone received the empty boxes, the topic had become the elephant in the room with no-one able to utter acknowledgement, lest it become true. She was starving us because she didn’t get her way. At this moment in time, you were all equal. Those who voted for her and those who didn’t. No one was spared. 7th floor on the same level as 1st floor. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, some looking for previous scraps to pick at, others to disconnect from everyone. You waited about an hour in your room, having spent it staring at the ‘window’ and fantasising about everything you’d do when you get your hands on that witch, then got up and headed down stairs to 2nd floor. You hoped to fix things between the two of you, to get her to see why you took your stance.

Knock,

Knock.

Three quick knocks, your special code. For a minute, you thought she’d just ignore you, as next to no sounds came from the room. Then, right as you were about to turn your heel and head back in shame, the tall blonde woman opened the door. Her face housed her usual expression; slightly exasperated, kinda challenging you with eyebrows raised only a little bit. She didn’t say anything and waited for you to lead the conversation.

“Can I come in?” you cleared your throat. She shot you a quick up and down before turning around and stepping into her room leaving her door open, allowing you to walk in.

“I thought by voting we’d already be giving her what she wants, 2nd.” you started, she still had her back to you. “I thought by leaving it blank there’d be no harm done on my part. Also, it wouldn’t’ve even mattered, right? This whole thing is crazy but you can’t go blaming me-”

“I’m not mad,”

“What?”

“I’m not mad. I wasn’t mad.”

“But you-”

“I was pissed at everyone that day. I thought the whole thing was stupid.” “Me too!” “Were you the blank vote?” “Yes.” “So who was the third vote for 3rd?”

She turned to look at you now, waiting for the answer, but you had a feeling she already knew.

“7th…” To that, she huffed, but it sounded like ‘I told you so’. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say next.

“6th offered to sneak me some food in exchange for my vote,” she chuckled lightly, “I wonder how he feels now.”

You both smiled at the thought of 6th floor, who’d been nothing but loyal to his master, even going out to campaign on her behalf, also being punished with everyone else.

“What do you think we should do? How do we fix this?” she sighed.

“Maybe we buy a speaker and blast some trashy music till she loses her mind,” You joked.

“Won’t that affect 7th floor too?”

“Hmm, collateral damage.”

She looked at you with a small grin, happy that you’d apparently come to your senses. You found comfort in knowing that, at the very least, you could count on 2nd. But both of you knew the only thing that could be really done, was wait.

So you waited. For two long nights and three wrenching days you tried to come up with an out. A way to fix this without playing by her stupid rules. But seven different people could not collectively could not come up with one solution. Well, almost seven, as 6th floor was not keen on joining forces with those below him. You witnessed the subtle yet prominent deterioration of the group throughout these days. It was likely less the hunger and more the uncertainty of when the relief would come.

On the third day, it seemed that the end of the show would be rather near. There was nothing from 8th. Not a list of demands, not a second chance, no wiggle room, what she could possibly want from this standoff was behind you. Actually, calling it a standoff is wrong; after all, only one of you has a gun. That was until 3rd floor was struck with a revelation.

“The poop! I will go up to apologise to her and take. the. Poop.”

Even 4th had offered to share the load, both going hand in hand to beg for forgiveness.

The only one who saw a flaw in this plan was, of course, 7th. He then suggested for him to lead the ‘negotiation’ for a better outcome. He made his way up the steps slowly, weakness wearing him down. At her door, he got close and worked his magic. You didn’t hear him from down here, but you were sure his words were well thought out and put together, even if they didn’t represent everyone’s opinions. To everyone’s delight, she opened the door to let him in, allowing for a more private discussion and only a tiny tiny tiny part of you counted the seconds he was in there for, incase they weren’t just discussing. Not that you cared, obviously.

…at least not anymore.

That night, food delivery came earlier than it ever did, and you wondered wether she’d previously keep it for a little out of pure fun. Despite having no desire to give in, to give her what she wants, to admit 7th was right; the hunger stripped away any form of resistance in mind and you all but inhaled the unfulfilling meal. You stared at the empty platter on your bedroom floor, one question plaguing your mind;

What could he have possible told her to get such a quick resolve? Was 4th floor begging incessantly at her door not enough? Was the cyclic knocking of other floors not satisfactory? Even 1st climbed up all those stairs to plead. Or did she want to hear it from him.

Logically, if it was the latter of all those theories, it would be because it gave her the ultimate power trip. 7th floor, not a small number. It is most definetly not because she wants anything to do with him personaly…obviously…she wouldn’t gain anything cause he isn’t even interested. Or maybe its to piss you off? That is so far fetched, you hadn’t even began giving her any indication that you dislike her…right? Or that you like him for that matter.

Your nails were begging for relief, so you did the only possible thig to quiten your mind.

Face to face with the 7F sign on his door, your hand went up and back down a few times as you debated your next move.

What would you even say? I’m sorry? For what? No, you weren’t.

How did you convince her? Yeah, that sounded more reasonable.

But the door opened before your fist was able to collide with the wood, he didn’t look suprised to see you stood there, as if he knew. Instead, he greated you with an unreadable expression, only sleepiness present in his eyes.

“How did you-”

“I saw your shadow.” He pointed under the door,

“Oh. Were you about to-”

“No, not at all….Come in.”

Maybe one day he’ll let you finish your sentenes.

His room was still the same, with no new noticable additions to his decor other than two more pages of drawings on the wall. You wondered selfishly if you were on the other side of those, too.

Whilst he’d usually be the one to break the quiet, this time he had nothing to say. There was a tense silence between you two, he’d retreated to sit at his desk while you stood awkwardly by the door. Surely he’d been expecting you, right? Or else why’d he be so unfazed by your appearance. Maybe he already knew what you’re going to say.

7 years of medschool and countless nerve wracking osces and this is where you freeze up?

You don’t know why it’s so different with him, its not like he’s the first crush you ever had. You prided yourself in being a well-rounded intellectual yet, somehow, your brain would turn into mush around him. He was observing you from his spot, sat relaxed on the chair with head tilted slightly in curiosity. Why does he looked bored? You’d come to find out that no, you weren’t getting the hang of actually reading him, he only allows it to happen. And when he doesn’t feel like it he’ll put on his stone cold face and leave you guessing. You must’ve been just stood there for a bit now as he pulled out a cigarette from a pack that rested on the table and lit it, taking a deep inhale and dropping his head back on the exhale, resting it on the back of the chair, eyes watching the smoke dancing above.

“At the rate you’re going at I’d think you had a spare set of lungs.” Really, that was the best you could come up with? It was supposed to be a bit of a joke to ease the pull, but it only added to it. Mostly because he paid it no mind, taking another drag and blowing it out and above from his lips, as if you hadn’t said anything. You took this as your cue to maybe leave, or jump out the window, whichever is easier. This was not the man you were used to, not the one that did useless moves in chess on purpose so that you could have a fighting chance, thinking you wouldn’t notice. Not the one that spent time mapiing out every curve and dip of your features and then hid the evidence, keeping it only for his own pleasure. You wondered if maybe he’d always been this, if this is the man that 2nd saw. You grabbed your own hand to your chest for comfort, unsure of where to go from here. He relieved you of that reposibility soon enough.

“Why are you here, 5th floor?” He said with an exhale, eyes unmoving from their spot on the ceiling. This wasn’t any better. “You said your part, I said mine, what do you want.”“I’m not here to apologise 7, nor admit defeat.” You pulled yourself together. At that, he chuckled.

“Didn’t think so.”

“How did you convince her?”

“A whole bunch of kissing up.”

“That’s all you’ll give me?”

He re-adjusted suddenly to sit up straight and drop his head, hands gesturing a few times as if he wanted to say something then didn’t. Again and again. He turned his head up to you from his slumped position.

“Why do you want to know? What difference does it make?” he put out the cig after one final breath.

“For future reference.”

He laughed. A full, well heard laugh. Tossing his head back and clutching his chest a bit. It did nothing to ease your nerves unfortunalty, actualy only adding to them. When he was done, he got up and straighted himself out, pushing his glasses back to their place. There was a slight skip to his step as he walked over to you, head turned down the whole way, he stopped with a longer-that-usual distance between the two of you. One hand found a resting place of his hip while the other grasped his bottom lip and pushed it together.

“Why are you being difficult?” he looked up at you from behind the frame.

“Excuse me?”

“Just say what’s on your mind 5, go ahead. Why did you actualy come up here? Hm? Because I doubt it’s to get insight on how to handle conflict with 8th from here on out. No, I’ll be the one to do that, again. ‘Thank you for what you did 7th oh I was starving!’” He mocked in a woman’s voice, persumably ment to be you. “But no, you stroll in here, high and mighty as if what we just went through was easy. You know what 5, I’ll start for you. You’re right. What she did in the talent show was nothing special, nothing any of us couldn’t do, nothing you and I couldn’t have done better. And you’re right, doing what she wants will not get us anywhere but an endless cycle of being under her will. And you’re RIGHT, I’d really rather not betray my friends so that I can have food at the end of the day. But this is what the situation is here 5th, we are all entirely powerless.”

Despite his pretty level tone of voice, his face had turned a slight red, giving his anger away. There was no lie spoken in his words, you’d completely disregarded the relief he’d brought for everyone, even if it was just a minute or two of smooth talking. Maybe accusing him of being a traitor had been overkill, even if it was only implied in your words. You’d been so caught up in justice that you forgot that, in here, there is nothing you could do if something like this were to happen again. Because, she would not kill you, only keep you barely alive. You’d been so ready to stand your ground, you forgot others who were unable to stand at all. In the end, 7th put the needs of everyone before his own pride, and you, who were too prideful to let things move smoothly, couldn’t spare him a word of praise. You both knew that this wasn’t about your vote, but your words that had been shot to kill. Standing here, anger long gone and consequences clear as day, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, 7th floor. I didn’t…I hadn’t thought out how things could play out. What you did this morning saved us a lot of torment. I can’t thank you enough.”

Maybe this whole thing would’ve worked out better in the real world, justice, accountability and all. But here? This is just a game show after all, and there was nothing you could actually do to alter the circumstances, only accept them, tough it out for the remaining time and hope it goes smoothly. Still, you didn’t regret your vote.

He looked at you, unmoving from his position, jaw clenched and face as neutral as he could keep it. Though there was now a hint of softness to his eyes. He sighed and shut his eyes slowly.

“It’s fine.”

There was nothing more to say. You weren't sure how things will go between you two from now on. You would always rather chose the risky way, even if you’ll end up hurting others, and he’d rather always play it safe, even if it costs him his ego. Both of you were comfortable in your routines, making the differences between you as clear as day. Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the money going up, eyes hovering over the accumulated amount for a beat. 7th floor, alright. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Goodnight 5th floor.” You took that as your cue to leave.

“Goodnight 7th floor.”

You left his room shortly after, feeling worse than when you’d gone up.

. . .

The sun beamed down from the clock window onto your spot by the ‘pool’. You sat quietly, biting mindlessly on the inside of your cheek as 8th floor reveled in the attention she had forced everyone to give her. Your eyes were fixed onto the projection of dancing water- almost life-like, entirely uninterested in the bootlicking contest going on at the moment.

“Right 5th?” 3rd’s nudge pulled you out of your thoughts, you looked up to notice all but 2nd’s and 7th’s eyes on you, each for their own unique reason. She held your gaze with that sickeningly sweet smile of hers, waiting for your response. Truth be told, you hadn’t been paying attention to this whole thing, so what the question entailed was beyond you. But since everyone else seemed on board, and since it was 8th floor asking, you had no other option but to;

“Yeah, sure.”

King’s game. An openly sexual game you played at parties that reeked of alcohol and people that won’t remember your name. It was a glorified way of getting friends to finally make a move on their crush, often ending when everyone got their fair share of kisses and some STDs. You’d go to get a change of scenery, often only observing the game with a smile from afar. To make it ‘fair’ though, you were each to pick out a numbered ball at random, making the king unable to target anyone specifically.

Much to your surprise, the first round of lottery landed you the winning ball. You picked two numbers at random and then thought for a minute. Usually the people you would watch playing would already have a clear goal in mind. You however, did not, so you went with the first thing in mind, having the two numbers hold hands till the next round.

“Ugh that’s so boring!” 4th exclaimed, reminding you exactly why you never attempted to engage with this activity.

You were very entertained though, watching 7th and 6th hold hands was way more amusing than you’d like to admit. You tried to hold back a smile as 7th looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Awh man don’t lace your fingers!” 6th frowned. Ok now you were fully smiling. Just as 7th was going to let go of 6th to try and save face, you decided to be a little annoying.

“Aht Aht Aht, one whole round.”

The following pick got you the number 7, maybe it was destiny. You felt a little disappointed, having just started to enjoy the role of king. 4th floor was crowned that round and she tapped her lip in thought.

“Hmm 5th and 7th!” She looked around for the chosen numbers. No one said anything though, so you remained quiet.

“You two have to kiss!”

Lovely. Oh no…What if it’s 6th floor. Ew ew ew ew.

“Who’s number 5?” 4th batted her eyes around the group.

Everyone’s attention turned to look for the source of a loud sigh, 7th floor, he had his hand raised awkwardly as his eyes darted wearily around the circle.

Oh! This is somehow worse!

You almost burst out laughing. Maybe this was actually a prank show and everyone here is a paid actor, maybe this is all just one big joke. You bit your lip, unsure of how to proceed from here. There was no possible way for 4th to know that she picked the worst possible time to have you do this.

“...Aaaaaand 7?”

You stared at the ball concealed in your palm, is it too late to pretend you don’t know how to read?

Before you could even reveal yourself, 7th’s eyes landed on yours, causing you to bite your lip to conceal a smile. He had his arms crossed at his chest. Maybe it was destiny, 5 and 7, how do we keep finding ourselves here? You could swear that some tension released from his shoulder upon knowing you’re the lucky gal, probablyprobably just relieved it isn’t 6th again. Without breaking eye contact, you also sighed loudly, mimicking his previous action.

“Right here.”

All eyes on you.

Taking initiative, you swayed over to him, eyes still locked with his. You took his side by the carousel and he turned to face you upon your arrival, small smirk planted on his lips. It was here you noticed that he’d gradually stopped styling his hair daily, opting for a more relaxed/messy look. Good, he looked better this way. He was trying to keep it together, but you could tell his resolve was slowly wearing away, his breath fast and shallow. Anticipation, nervousness, I’ve got you figured out, tough guy. You gave what you were about to do a geniune moment of thought, planning your moves cautiously. Before you could chicken out, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

Ok maybe it was more like a quick peck, his lips only momentarily meeting yours, but you both lingered face to face for a beat too long afterwards. This whole thing caught him off guard, how quickly you took initiative, causing him to awkwardly fix his already well positioned glasses. You both sighed at the same time, looking straight at everyone else but each other, unable to fully process what just happened. At least the audience was entertained, and by audience you mean 2nd and 8th, the only two who have caught on to your situation.

Wait hold on why was 2nd smiling? You shot her a look, only causing her to press her lips into a thin line to conceal her amusement.

“Noooo cmon that wasn’t a real kiss.” 8th giggled, tilting her head slightly.

“Yeah! I was gonna say that…” 4th added.

What? Sorry that wasn’t enough of a show for you?

You looked at either of them with an unamused look.

“That’s all I-” You started but were cut off by a warm had pulling you in.

You found yourself in the same position again, only this time he was leading. He’d hadn’t given you a moment to collect yourself before his hands moved up to cup your cheeks, his glasses nudging at your face a little. None of that that mattered though, as his determined lips pulled any coherent thought from your mind. You shut your eyes instinctively, your own hands shot up to his hair, letting the feeling wash over you as his hands kept your face close to his. Had you not known any better, you’d think this a man starving, the way he was practically swallowing your breaths. It got to a point were you were struggling to keep up, needing to sorrowfuly pull away from this man. And for a split second as you , in all the breathless mess that you were, you could swear he grunted a little.

The two of you split, panting and struggling to pull yourself together. A glance over to him showed the same predicament, hair a huge mess and glasses practically fogged up. Your eyes danced across the grinning audience then found their way awkwardly to the ground.

“30 hours..” 2nd scoffed

You snickered slightly, hoping that they will move on.

The following round, you found yourself with the ball number 1. 8th was the king, how fitting. You were still shaking with fluster from the previous round, both you and the lucky guy unable to look at eachother, opting to stand on the same side.

“Numbers 3 and 7, you guys have to french kiss!” 8th giggles a bit.

From this perspective, you realise how lucky you were to have 7th be your partner, had it been anyone else it certainly wouldn’t have played out so well. You watched in anticipation as 3rd floor and 2nd floor were revealed, wincing slightly at the unlikely pair. Something in you told you this won’t end well.

“And if I refuse? Let’s keep it fun, I’ll do anything but that.” 2nd challenged.

“Hmm ok, you two wouldn’t have made an entertaining pair anyway.” 8th smiled. You knew that was just a subtle dig at 3rd but you’d hoped he hadn’t caught it.

“The person with the number 2 ball and second floor have to….fight! For one round.” There it was, the moment 7th had been doing his best to avoid, all for what? A cold sweat ran down your back, mouth opening to protest but finding nothing. The air suddenly grew thick with dread, your eyes finding 7 who had his head dropped down in defeat. All you could do now is hope it doesn’t deal too much damage.

A ball bounced from the person standing next to you. How cruel. It was 6th floor, you didn’t have to turn to see the excitement on his face, you could already practically smell it. How unfortunate is it that the two people who can’t stand eachother the most here were going head to head with no restraints, no judges, no referees. Only ‘surrender’ and what a heavy implication that word had.

They got into position, trash talking a little, and you found a hand subconsciously clutched around 7’s arm as you observed the fight. 2nd wasn’t an amatuer, in fact she was kicking 6th’s ass. But regardless of your distaste for him, you knew it would be better to end it now. Neither of them seemed ready for that though, and in a split second, it all went to hell. 2nd’s hand had been hurt, maybe it was from the talent show, allowing 6th to get the upper hand. He immobilised her only weapon by practically breaking her fingers, causing her to get knocked down. He then took this chance to get on top of her, throwing punch after punch at his helpless opponent. Blood splattered onto the pool floor. Someone said something but the ringing in your ear had blocked it off. The men made their way to pull a victorious 6th floor off of 2nd. You rushed to her aid, hands doing what they do best. Her face was almost unrecognisable from the blood and swelling.

Up in her room, you used the best things you could get with the 50 hours 6th’s fists had earned you to nurse her back to health. Her eyes were fixed on the wall, unable to meet yours even for a moment. She wouldn’t speak either, so you didn’t push it, she trusted you for a reason and so you gave her grace in her moment of weakness.

Re-emerging from her room 20 minutes later, you walked back to the group with your head hung down.

“She’s fine for now,” Your voice came out a bit shaky. “She’s in alot of pain though. We can’t-...You took it too far 6th.”

You stood your ground, looking him straight in the eye.

“She didn’t surrender.” He stated simply.

“You and I both know you had it out for her.”

He got up suddenly, sizing you up. “All she had to do was say the words.” “When? Between one bloody punch and the next? You didn’t give her any chance to-”

You hadn’t noticed your voice getting louder, angrier, as 6th floor got more pissed off. 7th’s hand had caught your wrist, his eyes urging you to tone it down, step back. You took a deep breath.

“We…I don’t have the facilities to treat serious injuries,” You pleaded to no one in particular, but your eyes subconsciously landed on 8th. “We need to set rules to prevent this from hapening again. A way to back out of the dares.” “A penalty!” 4th floor said with cheerfulness that didn’t match the room.

A taser. How great. You went from avoiding violence to introducing a weapon on the same day. She pushed the button causing you to jump back slightly, that thing was loud.

That concluded the first round of the game, capping off at 80 and a bit hours, minus what you used for 2nd floor.

You sat in your room quietly, allowing the day’s events to catch up to you. It had taken so much effort to try to control the situation only for it all to fall apart in a few moments. Violence was now clearly on the table. And not just that, it was a better time-earner than any alternative. Wondering what other sick games 8th might’ve brainstormed in her solitude was only making you feel worse. You decided to head down to check up 2nd floor, catching a hint of your reflection in the metal of the chute. Come to think of it, it had been a while since you saw yourself, not that the blurry image of you in the metal was any help. You hadn’t noticed the blood staining your shirt, likely from when you helped 2nd up to her room. It made you sick, usually you’d change out of your bloody scrubs immediately at the doorstep, but you haven’t got that option here.

Knock Knock Knock.

You made your way into 2nd’s room, her eyes unable to meet yours. The chute groaned open, allowing you to retrieve the icepack you bought for her, the one from the morning too warm to re-use. You sighed, then began to do some checks on her.

“Can you move your fingers?”

“Have you coughed up blood?”

“How’s the pain?”

“Do you need me to do anything?”

Of course, you were practically talking to yourself, her only giving short nods or huffs as answers. You took a good look at her face, now tinged slightly with a blue undertone, one eye swollen shut. You gave her a nod and turned to exit the room.

What if it had been you? What if it had been anyone else? At least she was able to hold her own for a minute. Would 6th floor go all out on someone who can’t even fathom the strength needed to fight back? Is this how things will be from now on? Moving in fear of upsetting 8th or her guard dog? You made your way back up to your room with your head down, hoping the food delivery will be soon.

“How is she?” You looked up to find 7th leaning against your door, a cigarette in his hand.

“She’ll be fine.” You let out a shaky breath. “7th…this is so messed up. What are we going to do? I mean- A taser? Really?”

He took a drag and rubbed his eyes from behind the glasses, fixing them and then looking at you again.

“Just avoid conflict as much as we can, I guess.” He said it as if it was the easiest most simple thing to do. You held eachother’s eyes, an uncomfortable silence accompanying your exchange. If he was here to talk about the fight then there’s nothing more to be said, but the way he was awkwardly just standing there hinted at something else being on his mind.

The kiss!

The events following it must’ve overtook your mind because you somehow completely forgotten that whole thing. The memories came rushing back and now you too, held some awkwardness in your stance.

Where do you go from here? What does he want to say? This is completely uncharted territory. Last night you had practically willed the earth to swallow you whole after your conversation, feeling both guilty and a little stupid and then you made out with him like a few hours later! You recalled the sudden boost of confidence that took over you when you’d gone to kiss him first,

Maybe if I stay still enough he wont see me. Do people with glasses have blind spots?

He noticed your nervousness and straightened himself up, clearing his throat.

“Oh- sorry was I blocking your way in?”

You tilted your head and bit your lip, what a dork.

“Were you blocking my way into my room by leaning on the only entrance to it? Yeah 7, you were. But I wasn’t that keen on going back in anyway.”

He let out a low chuckle, his ears turning red in embarrassment.

“Is there something else you wanted, 7th?” You said maybe a bit too sweetly.

“I just- wanted to say I’m sorry. For earlier. I got a little carried away I think.” but his eyes told a different story, one that held no regret for what he did. You knew deep down that this was just him being polite, or maybe trying to push this unnecessary romantic sublot to the side while you deal with way bigger issues, so you really didn’t take this ‘apology’ to heart.

Plus you were in the mood to get him flustered.

“Oh its ok. Besides, you’re a pretty good kisser.” You shrugged.

This caused him to go into a fit of coughs, choking on his own breath. You tried your best to keep the smile inside as you walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to stand up straight immediately. The redness on his face would have now been one of two things, but if you had to guess…

“Uh…Thank you,” he cleared his throat. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You raised your brow slightly. “Hard to judge my performance fairly if you were doing all the work, no?”

You really need to stop this now, you’re teetering on bullying this poor guy.

His jaw clenched as he turned his attention to the very interesting flight of stairs on the side. Truth is, he had nothing to say. He had come here to make sure there wasn’t any uncomfortableness between the two of you. This was not what he expected back.

You sensed his predicament and decided to help him out here.

“I think you were just excited you weren’t paired with 6th again.”

That prompted him to laugh, a little harder than the joke was worth, but it was the undoing of the tension that caused that.

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

“You know, all in all, I’m just glad you and I are ok. I thought- you know- because of our talk last night you’d be mad at me.”

That caused him to turn to you, laughter long gone from his blood.

“I was.” he started, voice only a slightly above a whisper owing to your closeness. “For a little, but you’re a very difficult person to stay mad at.”

Now it was your turn to be speechless. His eyes darted down to your lips momentarily. And so here you two were again, in the same position you keep finding yourselves in. You gave it some thought and decided to mess with him a little, leaning in to plant a small peck on his cheek, lingering there as you could feel his breath grow quicker, his heart practically beating out of his chest where you’d subconsciously positioned your hand. You kept holding this position, and he turned to be face to face with you, only a breath or one boost of confidence apart. Instead, you pulled away suddenly, sighing at the loss of his warmth. You then grabbed your card and opened your door, leaning on it innocently as you looked at him.

“Goodnight, 7th.”

He stared at you with his head tilted back slightly. He let out a long sigh and shut his eyes for a moment, was this desperation you’re seeing?

“Goodnight, 5th” he bowed his head to you and walked lazily up the steps.

2nd floor almost didn’t let you in the following morning until you threatened to sneak into the chute to get to her room. She looked worse than the day before, but that was expected. You spent your morning re-wrapping her hands and getting some of last night’s food in her.

“How is she?” 3rd asked as you finally joined the group.

“She’ll be in more pain today than yesterday, so I doubt she’ll join us.”

“Nice makeover.” For a split second you thought 6th was referring to you, maybe commenting on the blood on your shirt. But you turned around, surprised to see an exhausted 2nd floor standing a few paces behind you. You let out an exasperated sigh, but you knew arguing with her here would get you no-where.

The second round of the game began around noon, you had the ball #5. 8th was king, again. Statistically, this doesn’t really work, but you know probability plays out differently in the real world.

“4! Touch 5’s breasts, from under the shirt!” She smiled with excitement and your face scrunched up. This whole thing was made worse with 6th enthusiastic eyes looking for the victims. Gag, what if he was 4? Was that why he was giggling like a horny teenager? Oh you’re definitely picking penalty.

“Who’s 5?”

You rolled your eyes and turned the ball around, catching 8th’s attention causing her to jump up and down in anticipation. Your eyes met 7’s, who had a slightly disgusted look on his face.

“And number 4?”

3rd floor raised his hand awkwardly, you’ll take it. The guy’s too shy to ever make something like this sexual and you really weren’t in the mood to get tased today.

You sat in front of an audience on the swingset, 3rd standing above you to allow…better access, eyes planted on the floor in shame. You’d hoped he’d just go ahead and get things over with as you stared distantly at the time.

“Okayyy, 3, 2, 1-” 4th counted him down.

“Tase me! I mean-” He cleared his throat. “I’ll take the penalty.”

You got up to protest with him, knowing that what he was asking was no small trade-off, and you really don’t mind anything at this point. But he insisted, and knelt down at the metal slide, what a stupid position.

The taser felt heavy in your hand, you really didn’t want to hurt him, but rules are rules. You turned it on and put it on his lower neck, just at the end of the shirt, attempting to avoid going on direct skin. His body tensed up then fell forward, sphincters making a show of betraying him.

Your hands shook a little, taser still clasped tightly as you watched 7th and 6th carry 3rd up to his room, allowing him some dignity.

“He didn’t do it cause he’s a real man,” 2nd praised. But a freshly conscious and very distraught 3rd wouldn’t hear it. You left the room shortly after, heart breaking at the loud whines coming from his room the moment you shut the door. That was enough for that day, seeing as 3rd’s chivalry earned the group 60 hours.

The following day got you yet another losing number, at least you weren't picked for the dare. 4th was king and you were beginning to notice a pattern, must be luck. She picked 1 and 2. At that, 3rd dropped to his knees in relief. Poor guy, it must’ve really done some damage. The numbers were 2nd and 6th floor. Had 4th floor planned this, she wouldn't have been able to continuously pick such awful pairs time and time again. A coin flip, loser gets penalty.

“I thought you only get penalty if you disobey the king,” 1st floor spoke your mind.

“We said the king can do what they want, as long as everyone agrees.” That response felt a little…rehearsed, but anyway. The way 4th moved during the coin flip had you a little confused, aren’t you supposed to catch the coin with the back of your hand?

2nd lost, her resolve fading as she came to terms with being on the receiving end of the penalty. Administered by 6th, no less. She met a similar fate to 3rd and 6th couldn’t resist taking a dig at her unconscious body.

You weren’t king the following day either, 8th was. What a surprise. But at least you weren’t picked for the dare. 2nd and 3rd were. A slapping competition, loser takes penalty. Very high stakes. The only two people here that know what it feels like to lose were going head to head. If you had to bet though, the money’s on 2nd. Too bad you wouldn’t be able to cash out a win like that.

You’d spend the nights after each round up in 7th’s room. Things were…different between you two now. He was more comfortable, open and relaxed than he used to be. Flirting had become you two’s favorite game, along with the various obscure board games he’d piled up, it never went anywhere though and you’d lovingly started keeping a score of who could fluster the other more often. Its a tie, mostly because you never anticipate his cheesy lines and he shuts up with any compliment. He’d also become more open with the idea of getting to know each other.

“Are you…an engineer?” That made him laugh.

“No, I am not.”“What!”

You were both laid on his mattress, a respectful distance between you two as you stared at the ceiling. He, as usual, was smoking and you took pleasure in watching the wafts of gray rising and disappearing.

“Close though, I- used to be. Kind of”

“And then?”“I’ve already given too much.”“Ughh fine. Your turn.”

“How did you get here?”

“That sketchy white limousine-”

“Don’t be a smartmouth”

“I lost my scholarships cause of a decision I made. I wasn’t ever going to be able to afford uni without them so when I got kicked off I had two options; finish the remaining years on your own debt or drop out. I chose the former. I don’t regret it though”

“Of course you don’t,” he chuckled,

This went on for a while. Vague answers and fits of giggles. You hadn’t noticed how sleepy you were, eyes betraying you in a moment of a silence going on for too long. He watched your sleeping form with a sheepish smile on his lips, feeling awful for what he was about to do.

“5th…” he shook you gently. “5th it’s almost midnight you have to leave.”

You groaned in response.

“C’mon I’ll walk you down.”

You reveled in this routine. It was…sincere. There was no hidden agenda or heavy conversation. Everything just flowed smoothly. That day was no different. You were in his room when food delivery was taking place, it seemed she would now only send it whenever she felt like it. A part of you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she received the food at different times each day. But knowing her? She probably kept it in her room until she decided which meal suits her best and then keeps it depending on how pleased she was that day. 7th grabbed two meals and set one infront of you. There was something so familiar about this, just eating in silence with some great company. The food wasn’t so bad that night. Bland, as usual, but being so high ment that you got second pick of the meal instead of 4th., allowing you more options. The poultry here wasn’t the best, you’d expressed your dilemma of never getting any of the shrimp meals to 7th. They used to be quite the delicacy back when you had group lunches, all things considered. So this time, he picked up the shrimp meal for you and another meal for himself. Your shoulders dropped in a sigh when the food hit your tongue, moaning a little, causing him to chuckle.

“Had I known you like it so much I woul’ve left it, 8th usually takes the other one for herself.”

“That witch eats?” You said between mouthfuls. “Plus, 6th floor would’ve taken it.”

Your little bubble was popped by a knock at the door, the frown on 7th face indicating he wasn’t expecting anyone.

“Is everything ok?” He kept the stranger outside, blocking your view of whoever it was. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it looked like it wasn’t good. 7th looked over to you before letting the guest in.

Guests, actually. 1st, 2nd and 3rd floors. It seemed important, so you put the food down and got up. They were surprised to see you in there, obviously, but the matter at hand swayed the conversation away from your presence.

Someone was rigging the game. That one wasn’t hard to figure out, but 1st floor made a show of the coin toss, revealing that 4th floor is probably a prime suspect. Less than a minute of thought will tell you that she likely wasn’t doing this for her own benefit, you all came to the conclusion she was working for the higher floors. 7th and 3rd smoked as you all talked, clearly a bit on edge from this whole thing.

“We can’t confront them, they’ll just deny.” 7th sighed. “We have to wait for them to slip up.”

And how convenient was it that as you were leaving, you spotted a sneaky 4th floor tiptoeing towards the box. 7th volunteered to handle it whilst you waited upstairs, watching.

“Care to explain?” 2nd had taken the spot next to you on the stairs, observing 7th walk quietly towards a distracted 4th.

“You aren’t my mom, so not really no.” You said half seriously and she chuckled.

“You know, maybe he isn’t so bad” She said.

You both watch as he put a hand around 4th’s mouth to stop her from screaming, similar to what he did to you the first night you talked. You wondered how many women he does this to.

“You looked very entertained when him and I kissed,” You teased. “What was that about?”

“I just knew you were probably a mess.” She laughed.

You let out an awkward laugh, catching 7’s eyes as he made his way back to you, giving you a thumbs up on the way causing 2nd to chuckle.

“Is he smiling? I didn't think he could do that!” she nudged your side.

. . .

The air was thick with anticipation as you watched 7th stand over 8th floor, taser in hand. He seemed unsure, dragging the action on a little too long, as if he didn’t want to do this. Maybe he was afraid of what repercussions may follow, but this was a fair fight, no? Equal contribution and all.

“I’ll count down. 3..2..1-” He didn’t get to have the taser touch her skin before 6th floor gave him a harsh kick to his side, causing him to get knocked down, glasses flung somewhere in the process. None of you had even noticed 6th go up to him, too focused on the excitement of the idea of punishing 8th. You let out a yelp, he had blood on his face and was clutching his side. 6th floor picked up the taser.

“Hey what the hell are you doing!” It was not really a question, but 2nd’s cries fell on deaf ears.

You were all frozen in place, unsure of what to do in this situation.

“W-why?” 7 shook.

“We needed a twist, don’t you agree?” 6th said grimly as he looked over to the cameras, before turning back to 7th and shoving the taser into his neck, prompting him to pass out.

Shocked gasps erupted from your side and your brain went into action mode, running around the slide to reach the man on the floor, trying to see if there’s anything you could do. But you didn’t make it all the way before 6th made a show of turning the taser on in your direction. A clear threat.

You watched in helpless horror as 6th and 4th carried 7th up eight flights of stairs to the highest room, smiles wide on each of their faces and you couldn’t try to think of what things they may have in store for him.

05/ The pawn.

#the 8 show #7th floor #The 8 show x reader #7th floor x reader #Phillip Yu x reader #kdrama

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laniemae · 2 months ago

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Ok so yeah here’s gonna be my write up of my theories for the chapter 4 murder case and who could’ve done it because the trials super soon and I always do this. Idk how much of a mess this analysis will be this time there’s so many possibilities for what could’ve happened I’ll explore every one.

(T/N at the bottom of this really long essay I recap my thoughts on the timeline of events and the killer so if this feels too long to read just skip to there)

So where to start, I don’t exactly have a clear idea of who I think could’ve murdered Watari, and a lot of my analysis could be changed if one of the students involved was the culprit. But I’ll try.

Perhaps let’s first look at the timeframe. To start let’s mostly focus on what happened at nighttime as that’s where we can narrow events down the most. Around afternoon Hama got a note supposedly written by Watari to meet in the sewing room an hour past the nighttime announcement, I have more thoughts on that but this isn’t relevant at the moment. All we need to know is that Hama went up there at that time and met with Hiroaki, who he chatted with for a bit and left shortly after. We know Hama was telling the truth about that as Hiroaki said in [Recognition Test] “I already told you I didn’t see her!”. So then 30 minutes pass and Hiroaki leaves the sewing room, I don’t think where he was planning to go was important but notably Tamba was in the area when she bumped into him and attempted to push him down the stairs. This diverted both of them away from the 3rd floor where Tamba ran to try to get Hayashi and Hiroaki idk went to complain to Yanagi or something. 15 minutes later we’re with Hiroaki and Yanagi in the dining hall when they start to smell smoke coming from upstairs and notice the fire. Then after all of the panic that ensues the two of them find Watari’s body in the computer lab 14 minutes later.

To give a simplified version of the timeframe, it’d look something like this:

23:00-23:30 Hama goes to the sewing room as instructed by note, finds Hiroaki there but not Watari, left shortly after

23:30 Hiroaki leaves sewing room to go downstairs, Tamba tries to push him

23:45 Hiroaki and Yanagi talk in dining hall, notice smoke and find the 2nd floor on fire

23:47 people gather to deal with the fire, Hama and Watari are missing, Hayashi, Yanagi and Hiroaki run off

23:57 Wada, Hasegawa, Tamba and Ojima hiding in the pool

23:59 Hiroaki and Yanagi find Watari’s body in the computer lab

The timeframe between 23:30 and 23:45 is what we should focus on the most as this is when the fire would’ve been set. So to lay some ground rules down, it’s very likely the fire had started in the sewing room. The gasoline on the floor heavily hints to that plus the floor had collapsed, likely from the fire which had fallen down into the computer room and burnt the 2nd floor down, along with some fire damage from the initial fire on the 3rd floor. There’s also the mystery of how the fire started. I believe the jagged piece of metal found in the sewing room must’ve been the source, and the killer used it as a makeshift flint and steel or fire starter to start the fire. Which that and the gasoline must mean the killer was at the sewing room in those 15 minutes.

So within this period of time, the killer must’ve been hiding in the vicinity to watch Hiroaki leave and set up the fire in the room. They poured gasoline on the floor (likely prepared in advance) and left the note for Hama to find, causing him to run downstairs. The killer then proceeded to use the flint and steel to start the fire then probably retreated downstairs.

This is the basic jist of what happened between when Hiroaki left and noticed the smoke. I’d say this is a concrete base to go off on but there is a lot of dangling threads left by this. To first solve some things we can assume that the gasoline and flint and steel were prepared in advance, having being bought up beforehand to the 3rd floor. We can most likely assumed they were hidden in the floor’s supply closet as it’s close enough to the sewing room that the killer would’ve been able to set up the fire in the 15 minutes plus the storage closet was noted to look a bit different than before, probably from stuff being moved around.

So there’s a few routes we can take from here which all lead in very different directions. We have either the possibility that Watari was killed before Hiroaki left the sewing room and her body was likely hidden in the closet. Either that or she was killed in the fire. There’s also the other related question of whether Hiroaki or Watari was the intended victim. Hiroaki could’ve definitely been targeted for murder here as it feels strange that the murder was set up in the sewing room, which everyone knows he always is. But Watari ended up dead instead and there was a note to Hama addressed by her requesting to meet up in the sewing room right before the time of the murder.

First lets start with the idea of Watari being killed beforehand and held in the supply closet. This could definitely make sense in quite a few ways as it’d explain why she didn’t run away the fire and had died in the same place where it started. The killer could’ve been stalking Hiroaki and hiding in the supply closet with the body, and when he left to set up the gasoline, and after they lured Hama away to move her body to the sewing room which they started the fire. This was a theory I was going by for a while but thinking about it feels kinda weird.

First off, how was Watari killed exactly and why was there no blood found? It’s most likely going by this theory that she had died during the night which water supply is turned off so you wouldn’t be able to efficiently clean up blood. Plus there were no notable injuries on her body but at that point it was so heavily charred that it was hard to tell. There’s also with why they decided to set it up in the sewing room in the first place. It would’ve been really risky killing someone on the same floor that someone else is always on without being noticed. And they would’ve had to have been waiting in the supply room for who knows how long waiting for Hiroaki to leave. Which they wouldn’t have been able to predict at all and not know if he’d return back on them setting up the crime scene. The whole plan of starting a fire in the sewing room like this just feels way too risky going by this logic the more I think about it.

So then there’s the other possibility. Watari was killed in the sewing room after Hama had left the second time he came in. This is difficult to think about as the killer would’ve had very little time to pull this off, but it’s still a possibility worth considering if the other one doesn’t make too much sense. So first off, why was Watari in the sewing room? Perhaps instead of going to the conclusion that she was killed beforehand we could assume that she was knocked out. But since I had previously discussed how it would be very risky to hide in the supply closet with her body (alive or not) if she was knocked out she must’ve been on the 3rd floor after Hama had left. But her going up to the 3rd floor like this would’ve been a really rare coincidence if she was called up or just came up there at that specific time right after Hiroaki left. I’ll get to that in a minute because I feel I have a reason for that. But back on track using this theory we can assume that she was alive in the sewing room right as the fire started and burnt to death/died from the smoke. I can assume that the gasoline was probably set up in a circle so that the fire would’ve completely trapped her. But assuming she was still conscious being in the same room as the killer like that the floor covered in gasoline and them trying to start a fire you would’ve been able to flee. Unless the killer was holding the door shut in which how would they have gotten the fire started with the flint and steel inside the sewing room? I feel as it’s likely the killer probably had knocked her out when she was around that area and placed her down on the floor and set the fire, which explains how she wasn’t able to escape. How she was knocked out was likely with an object of some sort which the killer could’ve just used anything around them in the sewing room and it’s not like we’d be able to tell as everything burnt down. So I feel that’s a good enough explanation for this in particular.

So then this leads me to my next question, was Watari or Hiroaki the intended target for this murder? To start of with Watari, she was the person who was killed in this murder so it seems so, and with the note to Hama saying to meet up in the sewing room after night and then the sudden note saying she was going to her room to kill herself. Aside from that a lot of things fall apart using this logic. First off, the sewing room is absolutely one of the worst places to hold a meeting in or plan a murder because everyone already knows that Hiroaki is in that room, and he has insomnia so it’s not like it’s likely he’s going to be sleeping during nighttime hours. So either way even if the note was legit or a ploy by the killer the sewing room feels way too strange of a location if you’re planning to kill anyone who isn’t Hiroaki.

There’s also assuming how the killer would’ve actively had to wait for Hiroaki to leave to set up the whole murder without knowing when and for how long and especially his run in with Tamba. As that’d would’ve been super risky to do without getting caught and with the short period of time they could’ve done it. Plus with the mystery of why Watari was up in the 3rd floor or moved there without Tamba or Hiroaki noticing beforehand.

So I feel like with a bunch of this stuff it’s most likely that the killer had planned to kill Hiroaki in the sewing room, but something must’ve happened that messed with the plan and they ended up killing Watari instead. This would make sense why they chose to target the sewing room because instead of wanting to kill Watari in there it was to kill Hiroaki, as he was in a spot where it was easy to target him anytime.

So first off lets address the notes. I feel that the first note that was written to Hama supposedly by Watari was by the killer. Once again the sewing room would be a weird place to have a private conversation because of Hiroaki so it feels odd. And knowing Watari if she wanted to talk to him she’d just bash on his door and tell him in person. The killer must’ve known to go to the sewing room so it couldn’t have been written by anyone else. So if they’re targeting Hiroaki why invite Hama up there? I feel as though you can assume that he was supposed to be framed or something like that. But notably enough when Hama went up to the sewing room at that given time only Hiroaki was there and nothing was off. I’m not too sure about this but perhaps this was intentional unless the killer couldn’t kill Hiroaki beforehand. So Hama leaves and after then the killer has their supplies ready and is plotting to attack Hiroaki in the sewing room, set up the fire with the gasoline they had and call it a day. But something unexpected must’ve happened, perhaps their plans were thwarted when Hiroaki had left the sewing room unexpectedly and had gotten into a small fight with Tamba then both of them to run downstairs. Messing up the plan right when they were planning to kill him.

But then why was gasoline placed on the floor anyway and how did Watari end up there? Personally I think it’s likely that Watari had received a note on her own instructing her to come up around that time where coincidentally Hiroaki had left, perhaps like with Hama to frame her as well. And especially using fire in the murder plan with Watari’s history of arson she’d be a prime suspect. Her and Hama both being lured to the same location through similar notes but at different times to influence their actions, like SDR2-2. But after they had gotten Hama to show up for whatever reason Hiroaki had left right as they were planning to kill him and Watari showed up after that. I can imagine the killer didn’t just wan’t to leave things at a failed murder attempt so they quickly knocked her out and switched things up on a dime. They got the gasoline they had hidden in the supply closet and the flint and steel and had set up the fire the same way they were intending to do so with Hiroaki. But there’s a problem. Since Hama had left still looking for Watari he could’ve walked back in on the room and spotted the killer. So the killer quickly sketched out a fake suicide note that would lure Hama away from the sewing room so they’d be able to start the fire. Hama ended up walking in and I can imagine that they had hid somewhere along with the body until he left, which would’ve been easier since the entire school was blanketed in darkness. So then he leaves, the killer sets Watari up in the middle of the room, lights the fire, and lets her burn to death while they escape.

So with the idea that Watari was alive when the fire started and that Hiroaki was the intended victim I think I’ve managed to tie all the loose ends on what happened in the sewing room comfortably. But even though this might’ve been solved, we still have to find our killer. I’ll do a proper rank down of everyone and go over how likely they would’ve been to kill Watari but there are some theories and clues we could have to figuring out who the killer is.

First off there’s the method of starting the fire. I’ve already mentioned how it’s very likely that the jagged piece of metal found was part of a flint and steel but that has me wondering. Who would know how to start a fire like this? Of course there’d be Watari as the Ultimate Fire Dancer she knows how to start fires and said that even after her lighter ran out she still can start fires which she used to light up dark rooms. So Watari could’ve definitely been able to start the fire like that and that’s why I believe she was originally going to be framed. But with the others it’s kinda hard. A flint and steel is a simple way of starting a fire which they would’ve had the tools to just by going to the engineering lab but the killer must’ve been knowledgeable enough to start the fire quickly using it. I don’t believe Watari started it from what I have gathered so it has to have been someone else who knew. We don’t have a good idea of who else it could’ve been but I could imagine that Watari taught Hama and Wada to start a fire like that as she was hanging out with them a lot. I could also imagine that someone could’ve gone up to Watari and asked her how to start a fire and it wouldn’t be too suspicious as since it’s so dark having a way to starts fire to give light would be normal. But assuming the killer did this it could be anyone.

Another important part to this case that I haven’t mentioned but think is noteworthy is the body discovery announcement. After chapter 3 we know that the BDA rules changed from one innocent person discovering the body to set it off to three people discovering the body. But only Hiroaki and Yanagi set off the BDA so with what we know someone else must’ve found Watari’s body beforehand. I feel like it could’ve been Hama. He was running around the school looking for Watari and was notably absent when the fire started up until the point the BDA was set off. Perhaps he was on the 2nd floor or something when the fire was set and ended up finding Watari having burnt to death. The reason he didn’t tell anyone about this and was absent is that since none of the students knew about the new BDA rules he felt as if he told anyone they’d assume he was the killer. Same for anyone else really but Hama’s absence makes me think that it was him.

Another popular theory that I’ve seen going around is that Watari did in fact kill herself. From how I’ve pieced together the case so far I don’t think as it’s too likely especially once again if she were to kill herself why do so in the sewing room? Why do so by burning to death in a slow and painful manner like that? We have seen that Watari’s mental state has been declining a lot in chapter 4 but nothing makes me think too much that she was on the verge of suicide, especially since the last time we saw her around midday she seemed okay enough.

So with all that out of the way I’ll get to my rank down on the students and who I think is most likely to be the killer and then afterwards try to do a closing argument style recap with what I’ve gathered so far.

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Hiroaki & Yanagi: I’m lumping these two together as I feel they can be cleared off easily. It’s very likely from what we know that Hiroaki was the intended victim and we saw quite a lot of his actions leading up to the BDA. Yanagi is also here as well as Hiroaki was with him in the dining hall complaining about Tamba trying to push him down the stairs when they noticed the smoke. Because they were together it’s safe to say that they have an alibi for those 15 minutes.

Hama: Hama comes off as suspicious at first but the more I thought about it I definitely think he’s involved but not the killer. Going off my theory which I think could be likely we already would know his actions with his encounter with Hiroaki, looking for Watari and perhaps being the first person to set off the BDA.

Tamba: Tamba as well also comes off as a likely killer as the motive with the dark has been affecting her a lot plus she could’ve had the time frame. But her encounter with Hiroaki makes me think otherwise. Why would she have yelled that she wanted to go find Hayashi and ran down the stairs if she were to immediately go back up them and kill Watari. Plus the whole Tamba thing makes sense to why the killer’s plan was messed up.

Ojima: So now onto people who weren’t involved in the sewing room incident. I feel as Ojima is one of the less likely people to have commited it mainly as if the killer sent the note to Hama around midday, we know that during that period of time he was completely spaced out and dissociating for hours as well as Hiroaki was with him, which would’ve made it basically impossible for him to have sent the note and known to go to the sewing room. Ojima was spaced out from morning to the end of the investigation when he almost got crushed by a wall. A lot of people suspect that Ojima may have been faking dissociating but I feel that’s really unlikely and wouldn’t matter anyway because even if he did kill he would’ve still been dissociating from the stress of doing something like that. People have also theorised that he killed while dissociating which is impossible since he barely moves when he’s like that. So I feel from his alibi with Hiroaki midday plus his mental state he most likely didn’t do it.

Hasegawa: Hasegawa was notably acting off in the investigation with how he was so bent on investigation the student profiles plus the basement kitchen instead of the kitchens closer to the source of the fire itself. But this isn’t the first time Hasegawa has acted super suspicious during an investigation. Plus there’s really no evidence against him in this case and he’s already locked himself in his room after being devastated from Kamimura’s death, so I don’t feel he’d have the motivation to kill and escape after all that.

Wada: From all of the evidence I’ve collected Wada is definitely a top suspect. He would’ve had the time to pull something like that off and since he was with Watari quite a lot she could’ve taught him how to start a fire like that. But there are some pieces of evidence that makes me feel Wada couldn’t have done this. First the killer had to have used the supply closet to hide their tools and likely to hang around that area. We already know that Wada has really severe claustrophobia to the point in the past he’s been too afraid to enter supply closets. There’s also how like Wada is super tiny and frail I’m honestly not too sure he’d be able to carry a whole gasoline canister up a flight of stairs like that.

Hayashi: So that leaves us with one person, Hayashi. From the process of elimination she’s the most likely to have set up this whole murder. There’s no concrete evidence that she couldn’t have done it nor had an alibi for any specific time. Her attitude within this investigation also felt quite off, as she was notably more snappy this time compared to all the other times in investigations she’s managed to keep her cool. Although I wouldn’t say behaviour is too much evidence to suspect someone in an investigation, she’s my top suspect because everyone else has reasons why they couldn’t have done it except for Hayashi. If there’s one thing odd about this it’s the motive. Hayashi has shown to be a very strong and bold person and has always been the one up to protect people within the killing game, so why would she kill like this? And especially with the motive being darkness, there wasn’t a time limit like previous motives in this case. It just feels odd for her to snap at this time especially when we’ve seen people like Tamba and Ojima be more affected this time. But in the end just because she wouldn’t do it doesn’t mean she couldn’t, and all the evidence stacks against her in that other regard. One particularly interesting thing is that she ran into the fire when it was noticed claiming to look for the others that weren’t accounted for. This would feel odd if she was the culprit and I understand why. Perhaps she ran up there to hide evidence which is unlikely from what I’ve established might’ve happened. Or she could’ve done this to make herself seem less suspicious, but I’m not sure.

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So let’s do a quick recap of this case from how I’ve deduced it.

It was midday when the killer first set the ball rolling for what was intended to be at that time, Hiroaki’s murder. Around midday they had sent a note to Hama supposedly addressed from Watari to meet in the sewing room at an hour after the nighttime announcement. Watari also received a letter of her own telling her to meet up at around 15 minutes to half an hour after an hour after the nighttime announcement.

So that time hits and Hama arrives at the sewing room as said by the note, only to find Hiroaki there instead of Watari. They chat for a little while and Hama leaves to go look for her. While this was happening, the killer was hiding in the vicinity with the gasoline canister and flint and steel they had prepared earlier and set in the supply closet. Some time later they were just about to go into the storage room and attack Hiroaki, but something unexpected happened. Hiroaki had left the sewing room to make his way downstairs, bumping into Tamba on the way where she pushed him and Hiroaki only wasn’t injured from grabbing the railing. Both of them ran downstairs and it didn’t look like either were coming back anytime soon.

The killer at this point, was left in a dilemma. Their intended victim had left and they had only a short amount of time before Watari would enter the sewing room. Which they had planned at this point for Hiroaki to already be dead and burning. Instead of just giving up and being found out for their attempted murder the killer changed their plans, and their target.

Watari arrived at the sewing room in which the killer snuck on her and knocked her out. They got the gasoline and the flint and steel and poured the gasoline on the floor. During this time they probably expected Hama to return looking for Watari. In which they quickly forged a quick suicide note saying that Watari was going to kill herself in her room. Eventually Hama entered the sewing room and found the note left by the killer, this was to get him as far away from the crime scene as possible. During this period of time, the killer was probably hiding somewhere in the sewing room with Watari’s unconscious body, with the darkness aiding them in this.

After Hama left the killer got to executing the rest of their new plan. They laid Watari down in the middle, still unconscious, then started the fire with the flint and steel and made a run for it. Watari was quickly engulfed in flames and from being knocked unconscious was not able to escape the fire, and burned to death.

During all this, the fire got so intense in the sewing room that the floor collapsed down into the computer lab, which the body was found and the fire spread to the rest of the 2nd floor. Hama was all around the school looking for Watari at this time and came across the fire, in which he discovered Watari’s body first. He panicked and didn’t know what to do as the alarm didn’t go off and wasn’t present when the others were panicking over the fire.

Hiroaki and Yanagi were the first other people to notice the smoke and see the fire. And soon after Hayashi gathered everyone to deal with the fire. She then proceeded to run upstairs into the fire, Yanagi following behind to make sure she’s ok then Hiroaki following to stop him. During this frenzy, Hiroaki and Yanagi found themselves in the computer lab, witness to Watari’s charred dead body.

So from all I’ve deduced so far it seems that one person is far more likely to have done it than anyone else, and that person is Hayashi Mai, the Ultimate Bounty Hunter!

#tetro danganronpa #tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa pink spoilers #tetro danganronpa spoilers #this was almost 5000 words one of my longest analysis to date #I feel like I’ve locked in this makes a lot of sense and I’m much more confident on this than previous cases #wouldn’t it be funny if I was completely wrong thoigh lmao #but it’d also be funny if it was hayashi because she was the least voted in my killer poll

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