#HEY ITZ ME

[moo-savr]

3STYLzzz★

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

a woman w a dog was like could u tell me where this is and I was like "as a matter of fact I can search it up on my phone here" and then I couldn't so I had to be like "actually nah good luck"

[nightlist]

literally why did they do thiz level like thiz. what the fuck

[voidzphere]

☆ hey guyz look !

itz the aroace sans who canonically isnt interested in bein in a romantic/sexual relationship !

i feel like that shouldnt be erased from his character & be respected n acknowledged but thatz just me !

ink sans belongz to comyet

[dreemurr-skelememer]

hi. i thought we were done with this but apparently not.

you're fucking surprised that people want to doxx us? that's really??? surprising to you??????

you act like this is all fucking funny and that this is fun and games and when someone actually does something like Want To Doxx Me And My Friends you're surprised like this isn't what you wanted and was gonna get.

hey epic news bro don't fucking try and be fucking awful people over SHIP DISCOURSE and maybe you won't gather people around you that want to commit crimes LOL

this is on fucking you

hi!!! ^_^ don't doxx me n my friends plz!!!!!!! since u guys think itz so fucking funny to be this insane over ship discourse that we don't even post publicly (for your preference and safety, mind you)

i can't believe that has to be fucking said but if you see the poster talking about doxxing me and my fucking friends, report it until the blog gets taken down. don't even try to reason because people are fucking insane.

[chimivx]

That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

👫 -> college!teez x fem!reader/oc {frat/sorority} #️⃣ -> 7.5k (part FIVE of ten) ‼️ -> 18+, sexual content, drugs/alcohol, college life, all the drama, heavy angst, infidelity adjacent moments, mean boys, mean girls, mentions of anxiety/depression… IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

{ there are names & faces in here that come from NMWID <3 }

september 14th ~ saturday ~ 12:02 p.m.

[you]: i’m sorry i left so fast i didn’t mean to run

[you]: i just woke up can we talk

september 14th ~ saturday ~ 4:57 p.m.

[you]: hey just checking in, are you okay

september 15th ~ sunday ~ 10:17 p.m

A book has lived on your lap for two days now. Since you woke up Saturday late morning after your night at ATZ, you’ve been situated in the center of your bed getting a head start on assignments, setting your planner up for the semester, making sure everything was in absolute order. This was the most important part of being here.

Not the boys, not the parties, not the sisterhood drama… The grades.

Nasara offered you a spectacular scholarship because you were actually pretty booksmart. And thank god for it too, you knew your dad would never be able to send you here on his own. He had money to spend, but it didn’t necessarily go to you without a good motive.

The grades had to stick. The grades had to be almost perfect.

Or, you weren’t getting that degree.

Being in a sorority without a doubt took a toll on your wallet, and your fathers. When there were fundraisers you were working your ass off to make sure you raised enough money to both keep the place going as well as hand some of it over to the charity you were doing it for. That’s partially why coming into this year has been so nerve wracking. There were nine of you in the house. You were not prepared to see the cost come the beginning of next month.

Your dad paid for September. He took a couple jobs and was able to give it to you in full. The rest of the year was up to you. Not one part of you wanted to have to ask him for help. You were capable. You were able to do it. The rest of these girls had money, they had the fame… You’d been hustling for two years, you could make it two more.

There was always the option to move into the dorms, or better yet, move into an apartment off campus somewhere in Delo which sparked your fancy. The only issue is there would be no one to take with you, and the only acceptable way to go about it would be to do it with a roommate. Tori was off the table, she was obsessed with the ITZ house, plus it was a couple minutes away from her boyfriend. Why would she ever want to move further from that?

Flipping a page in your notebook, the door to your bedroom swung open and a flustered Tori stormed in, her brows scrunched, her eyes pointed to the floor. She bounced about the room, tossing her blankets around, dropping to her knees to file through her things under her bed, jumping to her feet to scour her drawers.

A sleepy eyed Yuna popped her head in the doorway looking equally as stressed as your roommate. “Hey, Ror,” she mumbled, her eyes darting around the floor and the shelves. “Tor, I don’t think you brought it in here.”

“Hey,” you said to her. “What are you looking for?” Focusing on Tori, you closed your notebook. The two of you haven’t discussed Friday night. Nothing’s been unpacked. She’s been busy with sorority things and hanging out with Mina and Yuna. 

It sometimes fell that way this time of year, at least it did your sophomore year. The three of them were on the board, they were more important than you and your other friends. Though, last year it was only Tori and Yuna taking some time to themselves, overwhelmed by the sudden responsibility. Now she was in on it.

“My ITZ planner,” Tori sighed, her vision tunneled on her surroundings, speaking hushed, but with power. “I had it at the meeting on Friday, I left it in the house, it didn’t come out with me. That has stuff in it that Yeji didn’t write down, if I don’t find it…”

“You’ll find it,” Yuna nodded. “I’ll go check out my room just in case I grabbed it, then I’ll check Yeji’s desk.” She was gone in a flash.

Tori drug a hand through her waves, her hair falling naturally down her back. With no makeup on, her tan skin still had the ability to glow. “Ror,” she muttered, spinning around in a circle to face you. Meeting her eyes, you tried to smile, but it didn’t come through as such. She was so frustrated anyhow, she probably didn't even notice. “Can I check your stuff?”

Hesitating, you shrugged. “You think I took it?”

Tori groaned, her hands digging through her hair once more. “God, no,” she said. “Just in case, I don’t think you took anything, I just have to check everywhere…” Her hands started flying, her brown eyes manic and panicked.

“Okay, okay,” you said, waving her along with a hand toward your bed and your things below it. “Whatever you gotta do, go for it.” She dropped to the floor and you turned back to your book, opening your notebook to copy down notes from your classes this past week.

Tori pulled baskets of clothes out, rifling through them, then she moved on when she didn’t find what she was looking for. Searching through some extra bags you had stored under there, she moved through every bin, every basket, every bag. Nothing. Then, she moved to the other side where you had more recent things shoved without any rhyme or reason. Shoes you’ve worn recently, your textbooks for class, the bag you’d use for classes- she opened that and searched through it.

She popped her head up, looking at you, you could feel it. Turning your head slowly, you found her confused. 

“What?” you asked.

“Ror,” she said quietly, holding up an opened light purple package with words on the front that made you want to be sick. She was shocked, her lips parted ever so slightly. “Is this yours?”

Swallowing hard, feeling your stomach in your throat, you couldn’t lie your way out of this one. “I… Yeah, guess I forgot to throw that out.”

Tori flipped it toward her to read it, then she shot you another crazed look. “Why the fuck did you take a Plan B?”

Hm, now this was interesting. 

You could lie.

But, at this point now there was no sense in lying.

“Seonghwa?” she whispered.

Yep, no reason to lie.

“Seonghwa,” you breathed, and she leapt to her feet, the box flying from her fingers onto the floor. She jumped onto your bed, the mattress moving beneath you.

“Aurora, what?” She almost gasped. Her knees bumped into yours as she tucked her knees up on the blankets. “When, what?”

You closed your book for good, setting it aside. Taking a breath, you looked up at her and cringed. “Last Friday?”

“Last Friday!” she shouted. Shushing her, she clamped her hands over her mouth at the same time. “I’m not sorry, what the fuck?! That’s why we lost you? You were upstairs with Seonghwa?”

“I was,” you whispered, glancing down at your lap. “We were both drunk, it happened, like, so fast.”

Tori snapped her jaw shut and sat up straight. The way she looked at you made you feel about sixteen years old. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Leaning back, you shrugged, then grabbed onto your ankles and sighed. “You got Mina,” you whispered, and she squinted.

“What?”

You cleared your throat. “You got Mi-”

Tori slapped a hand to your wrist. “No, yeah, I heard you, Ror,” she scoffed. “I mean, what?” She leaned into you, dipping her chin down to meet your eyes. After another shrug as answer from you, she shook her head and laughed. “No, no, unacceptable. I won’t take that. What do you mean that’s why you didn’t tell me you fucked Seonghwa?”

“Don’t say it,” you sneered, eyeing your open bedroom door. Tori flipped her hair back and let another laugh of disbelief. “I didn’t tell you ‘cause you’ve been so close with her, and clearly you’ve told her plenty about me. This isn’t a big deal, I didn’t want it to become a thing.”

She rolled her eyes and settled her hands into her own lap. “Fine, you’re right, I told her too much.”

“Thank you,” you said within a breath, blinking away the obnoxiousity.

“It wasn’t right,” Tori reached a hand toward you, one you took, “I’m sorry. You’re my friend first, my best friend. I shouldn’t have said what I said. She should’ve found it all out naturally.”

Squeezing her hand, you tightened your lips. “She shouldn’t have found out about it at all.”

Tori raised a brow every so slightly, the one with the piercing in it. “Do you like Mina?” Your nervous system sparked fight or flight, but in a way that made you groan aloud and half out yourself when you wanted to keep all feelings about it inside. “Wait, what’s happened, I thought everything was chill, we were helping her get Yunho, and taking her to the parties, breaking her out…”

“Yeah,” you said. “Helping her with all that.” Letting yourself collect your thoughts, Tori waiting patiently, you really didn’t know what to say. 

For starters, you haven’t spoken to Yunho since you left his house Friday night. Acquiring your phone from Seonghwa after fleeing the boys bedroom, you walked home, teetering to the side most of the way. Getting yourself up onto your balcony, sloppily, you fell onto your bed and rolled off of it, putting yourself together for bed before Tori made it back into the house.

She appeared later on. The girls told you they came in Ryujin and Isla’s window instead, not wanting to disturb you if you were asleep. Which you were.

None of them know you were there two nights ago.

“Mina’s… Alright,” you said, shrugging. “I like that she’s getting more comfortable, I want her to be comfortable… I hate what I said at dinner, no one deserves that, especially where she is in life, that’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Looking at Tori, both of your lips were pouted. They started to turn into smiles, then eventually giggles.

“Don’t ever not tell me things again,” Tori said through her grin. “Okay?”

Nodding, calming your smile, you said, “Okay.”

Lying straight to her face.

“Now,” she said, scooting closer to you if it were possible. She wanted to occupy the same space. “Tell me everything, I need to know, you slept with the Vice President of ATZ… Is it true?”

You tilted your head. “Is what true?”

Tori made a face, jutting her chin forward like she couldn’t believe you didn’t get it. “The… the thing. Did he…”

Waiting for her to finish, she didn’t. “Tori, the what?”

“He didn’t do it? I guess not if I haven’t seen it.” She dropped her eyes to your neck and you immediately slapped your hand there, your eyes going wide. “He did.” She grabbed onto your elbows and shook you. “Aurora, you have to go to the Sweethearts Formal with him.”

“What? Why?” You’d much rather go with someone else. Shaking your head you pulled the collar of your sweatshirt down and showed her the dulling spot on the base of your neck. Tori started to smile. 

“A little birdie told me that he does that,” she said, her voice suddenly acquiring the ability to quiet down.

“Mingi,” you said, flat as ever.

“Course,” she said without a beat. “But, here’s the kicker, Ror. This means no one else can touch you. Did anyone see you with it? I can’t believe I didn’t notice, I think I was so worried about Mina.” 

Dropping your hands to your lap, you took a slow breath and let your eyes shut for a few seconds. “Tori, what do you mean? That no one else can touch me?”

She sat up and glanced toward the open door, then back to you. Whispering, she said, “You’re his. He’s, like, claimed you.”

“What?!” you shouted, and she shushed you, giggling as she did.

Latching onto your hands, she said, “The boys are serious about this, too. No one’s ever broken it. Mingi told me that if any of them get close then they’re forced to absolutely humiliate themselves, or something. I’m not really sure, ‘cause I don’t think any of them have even tried. You’re Seonghwa’s, and if any ATZ boys try anything with you then they’ll be kicked out of the frat.”

Your heart sunk into your stomach.

“Oh,” you said, nodding your head. Tori narrowed her eyes and rolled her shoulders back, inspecting you.

“Didn’t Yunho say Hwa was dating somebody?”

Gulping at the mention of his name, you shook your head. “He lied.”

Tori froze. “Why would he lie?”

“I dunno,” you spewed quickly, flipping open to a random page in your book, hoping to end this conversation before it drew on any longer. “He’s been weird this whole time we’ve been back.”

Tori glanced down at your work and pursed her lips. Sliding off your bed she spun around and clasped her hands behind her back. “It’s probably just what Mina said, yanno? Coming back, feeling overwhelmed? Did you guys…” Her pause made you look at her. “Oh,” she breathed. “Right.”

Rolling your eyes you took back to your book, you said, “No, we didn’t go to Blend.”

Tori nodded, looking around your shared room. “Right,” she muttered. “We’re banned. You guys have been talking though, right? Maybe you just have to pull him out of his head, you know how he gets sometimes.” She puttered about the room, looking through more things for her planner. “When he loves something he gets crazy. Remember his report on medieval Europe, or whatever he was hyper focused on?” You lifted your chin, watching her walk around. “That boy is kind, I’ll tell you that, but Mingi’s told me he’s been a little brain fried, I think.”

“What do you mean?” you whispered, watching her flip one of her empty designer purses upside down like something would miraculously fall out of it. She sighed and slumped over, then looked at you.

“You guys really haven’t talked?” She tossed the purse to the floor and took your head shake as an answer. Resorting to your shared closet she started pushing hanging clothes aside, dropping to her knees again so her hands could skim the floor full of shoes. “I guess he and I really haven’t either, with the ban, whenever we’re there I’m all over Mingi.” She giggled. An obscure fact, of course. “But, you know Yunho, Ror. When he has his brain set on something, a project, a report, a lesson… If it’s something he loves he’s gonna be scatterbrained.”

“Classes just started,” you said, voice tiny.

Tori flipped her hair over her shoulder and groaned. “Then, I dunno, Ror, maybe he’s in love with Mina or something, it’s a person then, not his schoolwork.” She shot out of the closet, shouting loud enough to wake up the house. “I FOUND IT!” Her ITZ planner covered in cute little stickers was in her hand as she jumped to her feet. Footsteps bound into the room, Yuna whipping around the corner at lighting speed. The two voiced their relief and started out of the room. Tori stopped before she left, looking back at you staring at the floor. “You good, Ror?”

Trying to take a breath, you attempted a smile, one she believed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said even though you couldn’t feel your legs.

With a smile, she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Blinking, you took the shakiest breath, releasing it with a sigh, you whispered, “Fuck.”

september 15th ~ sunday ~ 11:15 p.m.

[starhwa]: Thinking about you, don’t work too hard this week, need my girl to be happy.

[you]: don’t worry, she’s not freaking out about her classes

[starhwa]: But she’s freaking out?

[you]: slightly

[starhwa]: Do you want to talk about it?

[you]: not yet, i’m sorry

[starhwa]: Don’t apologize to me, when you want to tell me you will.

september 16th ~ monday ~ 8:02 a.m.

[you]: you’re making me nervous, yo

[you]: i need to talk to you, please

september 16th ~ monday ~ 11:23 a.m.

“Small iced coffee, please, with cream and a shot of caramel.”

The cafe was empty for a Monday mid-morning, Blend usually buzzing and alive around seven when students would flood the concrete floor like feins, jonesing for a sniff of the freshly roasted coffee, allowing themselves to be late because they waited in the long lines that’d pour out the door. This semester you’d be avoiding those lines on a Monday, your first class didn’t start until noon.

“Small?” The barista teased, using his ring covered fingers to push his dark hair from his eyes. It fell towards his lanky shoulders, his smaller frame swallowed by the brown apron he had to wear over his jeans and t-shirt. Turning to get started on your coffee, he raised a brow. “You’ve gone weak.” His eyes drew over your outfit, a hoodie and jeans. “Junior year means you’re watching your caffeine?” He mimicked a British accent and you both laughed.

“No,” you smiled, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “Maybe just watching the anxiety?” Your accent was terrible, and he was quick to call you out on it.

“Darling,” he widened his eyes and crossed behind the bar, fixing your cup. “That was awful,” you both laughed, “Why are we anxious, the year has just started?”

Shrugging, you weren’t sure what to say to him.

Taeyang, with Theo written on his nametag, lowered his brows and rolled his eyes. “I don’t like that answer.” He pumped an extra shot of caramel in your cup, his subtle way of showing you that you were one of his favorites. “Choi Aurora,” he said, setting his eyes on you. Popping a lid and a purple straw into your cup, he came back toward the register and almost handed you your cup, taking it back before you could grab it. “Where’ve you and your friend been?”

“Tori?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“The boy, Yunho,” he said, stone faced. “You’re usually all up in here. Last semester I had to kick you guys out ‘cause we were closing and you two wouldn’t shut up.”

Averting your eyes to the counter, you shrugged again. “There’s been house drama, I guess,” you said. When you found his eyes, his deep, off putting, mystery filled eyes, you said, “We’ve been banned from seeing them.”

The accent was back and he lost it, sliding you your coffee, punching in numbers on the register. “Sorry to hear that, sweetums,” he said, shooting you a smile. The door to the cafe swung open behind you, the little bell that hung above it sung a little song. “Three seventy five.” Setting his hands on the counter, Theo nodded his head to whoever was behind you while you rifled through your bag for the cash. “What can I get started for you?”

“Iced Americano, large,” the familiar voice said, coming a bit closer to you.

Theo shot you a look. “One large coming up.”

“Shut up, Tae,” you grumbled. Your wallet was gone, and you couldn’t even fumble together random cash from the bottom of your bag. Tori must’ve dropped it on the floor when she was looking for her planner, but thank god she put the empty Plan B box back in here, because that was important. “Can I still send it to your number? Is that a thing?” Fumbling for your phone you slid it open and sent an urgent message to your father.

[you]: can i please have five dollars quick, just trying to buy a coffee

[choi asshole #1]: I sent you fifty last week so you’d have it for coffee. Where the fuck did that go already?

[you]: coffee

The empty box in your bag.

“Yeah, Ror, that’s fine,” Theo said with a brow scrunch, already serving the boy behind you. “Six fifty.”

“Ror?” The boy behind you stepped up the counter, leaning his elbows on it. “I got this, put us together.” Whipping your head to the right you’re greeted with blonde hair and black eyes, the tall boy giving you the smallest smile. “What’s up?”

Glancing to the coffees, you said, “You don’t have to do that.”

Soul shrugged, taking a sip of his. “It’s my pleasure.”

Theo laughed, sending you a look. “It’s his pleasure,” he whispered in the accent, making you smile. Soul’s gaze traveled from him to you, and he stood up straight, towering over you.

“Where are you headed?” he asked, slapping a twenty on the counter. Grabbing his drink he started to walk away, taking you with him.

“This is too much, Shota,” Theo said, voice low, studying him through his lashes. The freshman turned back and waved him off.

“Keep it,” he said without a thought. “Thanks, bro.”

Theo rolled his eyes and popped the cash in his drawer. “Anytime, bro.”

“Thanks, Tae,” you said, waving as you walked beside Soul, taking a sip of your coffee. “This is the best, thank you.” He didn’t look up, he only bobbed his head.

Soul held the door for you, the two of you stepping out into the September breeze. Delo stayed fairly warm until the fall months, but not like Sicuro, or Contramano. Those areas stayed hot for long. Delo was comfortable, it was perfect. Hoodies in September, sweaters in November, sundresses in March and April… You adored every bit of it.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Soul said, looking down at you. Sipping your coffee you scrunched your brow. “Where are you headed?” His hair was clean, hanging over his forehead, touching his shoulders. He wore something similar to what he was in the other night, ripped black jeans and a random t-shirt that fit his aesthetic. 

“I have business statistics at twelve,” you said. He started to smile, his lips pressed together, then his eyes scanned your being like yours did to his.

Way to be subtle, Ror.

“Business statistics,” he curled his lip. “You smart people. What’s your major?”

“Marketing,” you said, and he stared at you, not computing. “It’s basically business.”

“Coulda started with that,” he huffed a laugh, then pointed around for directions. “Lead the way.”

Raising your brows, you asked, “You’re gonna walk me there?”

Soul sipped his coffee and gave you a look of surprise. “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I bought you a coffee and made you walk to class all alone on this beautiful day and this…” he glanced around, “...very safe, very clean, very put together college campus.”

He took note of the smile that had found your lips at some point standing here with him. “Alright,” you said, starting down the street to the left, “This way, Soul.”

Falling in step with you, he seemed to find you more interesting than the commotion of other students around him. Asking you questions about when you started at Nasara, how you got into ITZ, how you became friends with the members of ATZ… He got a brief history lesson while he guzzled down his coffee.

“You’re going to join, right?” His eyes went wide while he sipped from his straw, answer enough. “You and your friends? That I met at the house?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, proud. “Me, Seob, Intak… We’ve been friends since high school, we’ve been waiting for this for three years.”

Taking a right down a street corner, Soul kept himself in time with you, though you're certain he would walk much faster if you were the one following him. His legs could stretch for miles.

“Three years? You’ve wanted to go to Nasara since you were a sophomore in high school?” 

Soul tossed his empty cup into a trash can on the street and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You know Taeyang was in ATZ, right? Theo?” Pausing at a green light while the cars passed by, you looked up at him curiously. “Tae?”

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about,” you half laughed, shaking your head.

“He’s my brother,” he said nonchalantly, moving his focus to the traffic.

Popping your jaw open, you said, “Oh my god, wait, he graduated last year. He’s your brother?”

Soul shrugged. “Step-brother,” he mumbled as if the words tasted bad. He turned to you. “My dad married his mom right before he graduated high school.”

“Interesting,” you said, grabbing his arm when the light turned red and the crosswalk sign lit up. Soul moved into you, a crowd of people coming from the opposite way forcing you together. “He’s never said anything about a brother.”

“‘Cause he hates me,” Soul scrunched his nose, again with some sort of pride, some sort of confidence. Landing on the other side of the street you both took your hands to yourselves and headed toward the end of the street where a massive building waited for you.

“Why would he hate you, he’s a grown adult who-”

“I fucked his girlfriend.”

Stopping dead in your tracks he didn’t catch on until a couple steps later. Taking in the shock on your face as he turned around, the grin that lit him up was entirely adorable, a word that shouldn't be used after what he’s just told you. Walking backwards, willing you to follow him, he laughed.

“You’re not serious,” you said.

Soul nibbled his bottom lip. “I’m so serious.” Expertly threading his feet behind him, he cocked his chin up and asked, “Am I ATZ material?”

Rolling your eyes, you said, “This year I think you fit right in.”

He allowed you to catch up to his side, then he spun around and continued forward, eyeing the building you were approaching. “Theo’s mom doesn’t think I’m smart enough,” he mumbled, a secret he didn’t seem to want to say. Either that, or he hasn’t had anyone to say it to. Giving him a look, he hung his head back, the confidence still pouring from him despite his sudden lament. “My dad could pay them off though,” he shrugged, meeting your eyes. “Another reason for Taeyang to hate me.”

“Well,” you began, pausing at the bench on the street in front of the double doors you were meant to go inside. Dropping your bag to the seat you searched for a lipgloss and pulled it out, twisting it open. “That’s not very fair.” 

Sliding the brush over your lips, Soul watched. “It’s not?” he asked, his voice almost whispering. Rubbing your lips together you shook your head.

“Not really, I mean most of those guys work really hard,” you said. Applying another layer of gloss, Soul poked the tip of his tongue between his lips. Rubbing your lips together with a smack this time, he snapped his eyes back to yours. “I think if you just applied yourself and worked hard to get your grades up this first semester, they’d consider you without the money.” He bobbed his head, hanging onto every word. Taking the last sip of your coffee, the straw sticking to your fresh gloss, Soul held out his hand.

“I’ll take care of it,” he breathed, his eyes flickering to your lips again. Slipping the cup into his hand you slung your bag over your shoulder and smiled.

“Thanks,” you said, and he nodded. “For the coffee and the walk.”

“Anytime.” His face was so pure, so seemingly innocent that one would never be able to believe he fucked his older brothers girlfriend. “Thanks for the advice.”

“Of course.” Ignoring the way he ogled your lips again, you headed toward the double glass doors, not going inside until you threw him a, “Work hard, Soul,” over your shoulder.

september 17th ~ tuesday ~ 3:30 p.m.

[choi asshole #1]: I’ll be in Contramano until Saturday Aura.

[you]: wonderful, enjoy, bring home the big bucks

[choi asshole #1]: Don’t talk like that, come on.

[you]: what else do you do in Mano

The phone screen lit up, choi asshole #1 in bright white letters across the top of it.

“Who’s calling you?” Tori asked from the seat at the table next to you. She leaned on your shoulder and gasped, the sound startling you. “Answer it, answer it, answer it.”

Disgust bled onto your face as you looked at her. “Don’t have a crush on my dad, Tor.”

“How can I not?” she whispered, staring at the bouncing text on the screen. His photo was a funny one of you two from when you were a toddler, sitting on his lap, the two of you with matching pigtails in your hair. Releasing a breath, you gave her a small headshake, then drug the arrow across the screen, answering the video call. 

“Hi, Dad,” you said, not the least bit excited to listen to what he had to say. Tori grabbed the back of your hand and twisted the phone so you were both in the frame.

“Hi, Mr. Choi,” she crooned, sitting her chin in her hand.

He appeared, his black hair parted to the side over his forehead, cut short, but long enough to reach his brows. “Tori, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Yeonjun, I don’t like the honorifics.”

She smiled and giggled. “It’s respect, Mr. Choi, I can’t not call you anything but that.”

Your father clicked his tongue and glanced over his phone, a woman's laugh sounding off camera. “Fine,” he said, then looked back at you. “Aura, I wanna be able to give you enough for next month, that’s why I’m going.”

“Okay,” you said, hardening your glare.

Yeonjun glanced over the phone once more, seeming to share a sigh with whoever was behind the screen. “It’s fast,” he said, trying to reason with you. “Your uncle’s coming with me, we’re gonna be fine.”

“And Seulgi? Or is that Lisa?” You swallowed your laugh as Tori launched herself out of the frame to lose her composure. Yeonjun laughed, letting his head bob.

“It’s Haru, but thank you for that.”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“How was your first week of classes? The second starting out okay?”

Ignoring the way Tori tapped your arm, you leaned over the table and focused on the phone. “They were just great, Dad. Same old shit.”

“And the sorority? Everything going okay?”

Now you shared a look with Tori, one that told her to keep her mouth shut.

“It’s all good,” you said, looking down at your phone. He was walking around now, the woman he was with mumbling things to him as his brows twisted. The two spoke to one another for a second before he focused on you.

“Glad to hear it, Aura,” he finally said. “You staying away from the boys down the street?”

A knife to the gut. “As much as you’re staying away from the women in Contramano.”

Yeonjun shot a glare toward the camera, the woman laughing aloud near him. “Really hope you’re not serious, Aurora. Remember what I told you, they’re trouble. They might look all nice from the outside, but they’re only thinking about one thing.”

“What if we are, too?” Tori whispered, and a laugh shot through you. Thankfully, your father didn’t hear.

“I don’t want or need any grandkids yet, okay?”

“Yeah, and I don’t want or need any siblings, okay? Wrap it before you tap it, Junie.”

Tori just about lost her shit.

Yeonjun shook his head and glanced upward, seeking some sort of help from the heavens. “You’re my child. Think I made you myself. Did your mother help at all?”

Running your tongue over your teeth you tilted your head. “If you ever find her, ask her.”

Yeonjun sighed, exasperated. “These phone calls exhaust me as much as they exhaust you, Aura. Trust me.” He paused whatever it was that he could possibly be doing at this hour on a Tuesday, and he gave you his full attention. “You are my everything. Please, be safe. You and Tori, don’t leave each other alone at those parties, okay?”

“Okay,” you said.

Tori peeped her head into the frame. “Okay, Yeonjun.”

His face lit up, his smile wide as he looked at her. “Yes! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, her cheeks flushing pink. You kicked her ankle with yours.

“Aura, I love you,” your father said, raising both his brows. “I’ll let you know when I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I love you, too. Be safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I will.”

Before he hung up you tossed in a, “Don’t get arrested again,” that made him grin and equally groan as the screen went black. Laying your phone on the table you drug your hands through your hair and took a long breath, turning towards Tori in your chair, laughing quietly at the way she eyed you.

“Go ahead,” you muttered.

She wasted little time. “Hottest drug dealer ever.”

september 18th ~ wednesday ~ 6:47 p.m.

[you]: this is the last time i’m messaging you yunho

[you]: did i sit on your dick wrong or something, just let me know whats going on

september 20th  ~ friday ~ 9:19 p.m.

Yeji, Tori, Mina, Yuna, Chaeryeong… The three of them holed up in a meeting the second all of their last classes for the day were over. In two days you’d all be meeting the freshmen recruits out of the applicants your trustworthy sisters ran background checks on now.

ITZ had applicants. The chapter would grow, the costs would go down, the drama would lessen, and life would move on.

Neither you and Tori nor any of the other girls have attempted to sneak out of the house this week. With classes in full swing the attention had shifted and now the priority was homework and good grades. In order to be examples for the future of ITZ none of you could afford a slip in GPA.

This past week has been a strange one. Anytime you set foot into Blend for a coffee you were reminded that Theo and Soul were step brothers, though you never brought it up to your favorite barista who also in turn had been one of the safest guys you knew in ATZ last year. Seonghwa hadn’t left you alone, he asked you about your day everyday, allowing you to rant about your classes or bitch about a professor. And Soul, well, he always seemed to find you on campus day after day since Monday.

Much like right now.

The soft knock at the door seemed to embody his exact energy. Soft at first, but the second the door was opened he was entirely unpredictable.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

After unlocking the several locks on the front door you tugged it open to his smug little smile and his blonde hair pulled back in a tie. Wisps hung at his neck and his forehead.

“Come to ATZ,” he said, and you hushed him, turning backward to see if anyone was around. They’d been in the meeting for over an hour now, who knew when it’d be over.

“You’re lucky I answered the door,” you said. “If it were anyone else you’d be done for. You’re not allowed to be here.”

He perked a single brow. “The ban?”

“The rules, Soul,” you hissed, stepping out onto the porch with him, closing the door behind you. He stepped aside and folded his arms over his chest. “That’s always been an ITZ thing, it’s a sorority thing, no boys allowed without permission.”

He checked you out without shame. Taking your hands to your black shorts you tugged the cotton down a smidge. “Come for a little?”

“Look, Soul,” you sighed, stepping closer to him. He pouted his lips the slightest, his black eyes shining and wide. “I like this friendship we’re starting, and I admire your persistence.”

“But?” he asked, adding in the word himself like he knew it was coming. Dropping his chin he looked down at his feet, a frown forming on his pink lips. 

“But,” you said, watching him as he slipped his phone out of his pocket, tapped a few things, then shoved it back into his jeans. Laughing quietly, you gestured toward it. “You’re young.”

“I’m nineteen.” He screwed his face up. 

“You’re a freshman, you’ve got a lot on your plate right now, especially with ATZ, I’m dealing with a lot, especially with ATZ,” you paused for a moment, feeling half your heart crumble as he gazed at you. “If I’m picking up what I think you’re putting down… Soul, I have feelings for somebody else. What you want won’t work, it won’t happen.”

He nodded, his expression falling solemn. “Seonghwa?” he asked, looking up at you. 

Your lungs contracted in on themselves. “Yes,” you whispered, and he nodded, glancing down with his brows pulled together. “I’m sorry, Soul. You’re cool, you’ve got a lot going for you.” Taking another step closer to him, you pushed some wisps of hair from his eyes. “And you’re adorable.”

He blinked a few times, his black eyes lighting up. “I am?” He spoke in a whisper.

Smiling, you nodded once, then leaned into him, pressing your lips to his cheek. His shoulders rose and a quiet gasp shot through him. When you pulled back, he was wearing the tiniest smile.

“If you liked that Monday walk I wouldn’t mind if it became a thing,” you said. “Y’know, occasionally. Grab a coffee, walk to class?”

“I skipped my ten o’clock for you,” he whispered, then he giggled at the look you gave him.

“Soul, didn’t I say to work hard?” You nudged his shoulder and he played it up like you shot him, his hand latching on top of yours to keep it on him. “How did you even know where I was?”

He shrugged, squeezed your hand, then let it go. “Lucky guess?”

Sighing, you stepped back and waved him off the porch. “Go to your classes, Soul. Go back to ATZ, or wherever you came from.” You both shared a smile, and he obeyed, leaping off the porch with a single jump. “Don’t ruin your chance,” you shouted as he walked backward, his eyes eating you up. “You can do it here,” you pointed to your head, then moved them to where your pockets would be if you had any. “Not from here.”

“Thanks, Aurora,” he said, and when he hit the sidewalk after passing through the gate, he was gone, thankfully, because the moment you had the door locked the meeting was adjourned and Tori had a wicked grin on her face when she grabbed your arm and hauled you upstairs.

september 20th  ~ friday ~ 9:49 p.m.

On the leather couch in the back of the ATZ living room, Seonghwa sat with his legs stretched out, his entire being taking up the space of three people. With his head laid back on the armrest, he scrolled his phone, mainly Instagram, taking note of the follower counts, the comments on posts, and what people were saying about either house. 

Yeji was trending, she posted her outfit of the day this morning with the hashtag #presidentialvibes on her story. Her groupies were buzzing, dissecting the clothes, breaking down the hair, curious if it were her same routine or if she had changed it because of the new color.

Wooyoung’s name popped up somewhere, he was always posting. This time it was of the view from the window of his education and society class, the sociology major keeping up with his followers, commenting back to them whenever they’d leave him something of interest. San was actively under his posts, the boy was next in line in the amount of followers he had, but only because every single post was of him half naked. Thank god he was smart otherwise there’d be an issue there, even though he was usually the one to pull people into the house and get them hooked.

Mingi posted about his homework confusing him, saying he needed help, Jongho, like Yeji, posted a fit check, and Yeosang had a photo up in the last two days of him and this girl he’d started seeing. She wasn’t a part of ITZ, something he was keen on. They shared a major, that medical shit. Her profile was quiet, just as the other ITZ girls were.

As was Yunho.

In fact, he’d been keeping a low profile in the house since last week. The guys would see him leave for class, and then he’d come back and camp out in his bedroom.

Last Friday was curious. Seonghwa had Aurora by his side, as he should, and then she was gone. And then, Yunho was gone. The house, entirely too crowded, made it impossible to track them down anyway, until Aurora appeared and asked for her phone back. Tentative to hand it over, intrigued by how fast she was moving, Seonghwa reluctantly handed it back to her and mumbled, “You need to put a passcode on that.”

But, she didn’t hear him.

She was flustered, overwhelmed, and all the more flushed.

Seonghwa knew that face.

Seonghwa knew why Yunho was avoiding everybody.

“Hey,” Soul said, out of breath, rushing into the living room with his phone out. There was little movement around the house this evening, Hongjoong was working on plans for the recruitment dinner with Mingi, and the others were hunched over their homework scattered around the property. Yeosang was on the couch through the archway, nose deep in a textbook with the occasional break to send a text message with a smile.

“You’re back quick,” Seonghwa said, sitting up, dropping his feet to the floor. Soul, grinning wide, shoved his phone into the vice president's hand. “No way you made it happen.”

The freshman took two steps back and propped his hands on his hips, finally able to take a breath to steady his racing heart. “I did, watch that, listen to that.”

Seonghwa eyed him, then tapped the play button on the video.

Aurora’s voice filled the air.

“If I’m picking up what I think you’re putting down… Soul, I have feelings for somebody else. What you want won’t work, it won’t happen.”

“Seonghwa?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Soul. You’re cool, you’ve got a lot going for you. And you’re adorable.”

“I am?” 

Seonghwa’s eyes bugged out of his head as he stared up at Soul, the freshman laughing to himself. “She did it herself.”

Soul threw a hand toward the phone. “You were right, she’s easy.”

“Watch it,” Seonghwa sneered, and Soul planted his hands behind his back.

“She kissed my cheek,” he said. “It wasn’t an actual one, but it still counts, right?”

Seonghwa paused the video halfway through Aurora telling Soul how to live his life, like the boy would actually listen. “I’ll count it.”

“Thank you,” Soul sighed, tipping his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Seonghwa looked him up and down.

“You tell me she’s shown interest?”

Soul looked at his domineer and nodded. “Not in her words, but…”

“In her eyes?” Seonghwa asked, and Soul continued to bob his head. “Yeah, she does that,” he breathed, handing the freshman his phone. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind ending up in bed with you.” The corners of his lips perked up, and Seonghwa glared at him. “Wipe that look off your face, are you stupid? She’s mine, you heard her say it.”

“Right,” Soul shook his face clean. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Seonghwa clenched his jaw before he said, “Go home, Soul. Come back tomorrow, I’ll have something else for you.”

“This clears senior year though, right?” Soul asked, anxiously awaiting the answer.

“Just about,” Seonghwa said, and the boy sighed in relief. “You’ve passed with San, and you’re almost through with me. Gonna need you to keep up this act with her, okay?” Soul smiled. “An act, Shota. Don’t get ballsy, do you remember what you said? She’s easy.”

“Yeah,” Soul said, quietly. “I got it.”

“Go back to the dorms. I’ll send you her location tomorrow if she goes out.”

Seonghwa watched him hurry from the house, giving Yeosang a sly goodbye as he passed him. An act. One Seonghwa knew Aurora and the freshman who moved with his dick instead of his brain wouldn’t be able to hold themselves back from.

Picking his own phone back up, he opened his messages and smirked.

[seonghwa]: Soul’s in her head now. Can’t confirm if last Friday is true or not still. Will let you know when I find out.

[hbic]: You need to recruit him.

[seonghwa]: He’s proving himself. If he can get her here, he’s an automatic in. His GPA sucks.

[hbic]: Keep her hooked. Have they been talking?

[seonghwa]: No proof. Haven’t seen Yunho in days.

[hbic]: Get Soul to find out. Otherwise we find out at the recruitment dinner.

[seonghwa]: Yes ma’am.

[hbic]: I’ll update Yeji.

NU home ✧ nice for what masterlist ✧ talk to me ✧ thank you for reading <3

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[party-fic]

hey...... itz freakbob here... IK U KNOW NOTHING ABT PHIGHTING BUT BUT BUT BUT PLEAZEEE BANHAMMER X READER PLEASAZE PLEAZE HEADCANNONZ TOO PLEAZE PLEAZE PELAPZLPEA you know who thiz iz...

Thats omniums... but ok :D. All info was provided by my phighting friends and the wiki.. maybe a bit of me playing for research

☆⤍Banhammer x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You neck HURTS talking to this man. Even if you're 6'0, this mountain of a man still towers over you. (6'11 according to the wiki)

☆⤍Dating Banhammer is kinda like dating you're own bully. You're not safe from his taunts Light Hearted teasing. ☆⤍Banhammer being the #1 mamas boy, his mother has to approve of you. Once she does don't even worry, you're part of the Family! ☆⤍Loves cuddling, like a lot. Just holding you gently, or resting his head on you're stomach. Just got to be careful of the horns. ☆⤍Speaking of horns! Grab them. Only way to shut him up. Just grab them and pull his big ass down to you're level. What happens after is entirely you're own fault though. ☆⤍Banhammer is bull headed. In battle or in his relationship, rarely is he ever wrong. At least in his eyes. It takes patience to deal with him. ☆⤍That being said, you're the only he will ever bend his will for.

☆⤍You're also the only one he'll physically bend for. If he needs to Banhammer is on his knees just to talk to you. ☆⤍He also really enjoys just throwing you around, with love of course. Tired of walking? On to his shoulders you go! ☆⤍Banhammer hates to leave you alone especially with how many dangerous phighters and criminals he deals with. ☆⤍God, He loves showing off to for you though. If he knows you're in the crowd, or watching from home, pray for who ever he goes up against. Their coming out on a stretcher. ☆⤍Love langue is physical touch and words of affirmation. Tell him what a good job he's doing and hold his hands- drives him up the wall. ☆⤍Hope you enjoy never going anywhere and having piece and quite. He's loud, in voice and in presence. ☆⤍One time you called him Banny as a joke. Banhammer threatened to end the relationship then and there. ☆⤍BANHAMMER IS SO LOUD AND PROUD ABOUT YOU'RE RELATIONSHIP. Any chance given, he has to mention that you're in a relationship with him. "Yes, MY partner likes their food like that!" "No, I dont think My SPOUSE, would like that." ☆⤍Easily jealous, like sees someone he doesn't like, just being nice to you. Nu uh. Perfect time to come and kiss you! and aggressively stare that person down for the rest of the conversation.

[sorcerer-felix]

I wanted to grant his wish, albeit with a twist

@chevy-gold asked:

Hey bruh, dis iz Chevy, of da golden army. After itz azz wuz filled by Sxodnir, it feels a strong desire 2 becum lik him! Plz, may it join him?

The warm afternoon sun bathed Felix's luxurious estate in a golden glow, highlighting the meticulously manicured gardens and the grand mansion's elegant architecture. As Felix tended to the roses, his delicate hands carefully pruning the vibrant blooms, a familiar figure approached the garden fence. "Hey, bruh! It's me, Chevy, from da Golden Army!" The voice boomed, filled with enthusiasm and a hint of arrogance.

Felix straightened up, his blue eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Chevy, the muscular right-winger of the local soccer team. Chevy's dark brown hair was slicked back, and his golden clothes hugged his athletic frame, showcasing his well-defined physique. "Chevy, what brings you here?" Felix asked, his tone polite yet guarded. He knew all too well that Chevy's charm and good looks often masked a shallow mind. Chevy’s eyes, though bright, held a vacant expression as he answered Felix. "After itz azz wuz filled by Sxodnir, I feels a strong desire 2 becum lik him! Plz, may I join him?" Chevy's request was bold, driven by his envy of Sxodnir's newfound charm and success. "And what makes you think you can be like Sxodnir?" Felix's voice dripped with disdain, his lips curling in disgust at the mere thought.

"Well, I mean, we're both good-looking, right? And I wanna be more like him, ya know, charm everyone ..." Chevy's vacant eyes lit up with excitement, his confidence bordering on arrogance. Felix suppressed a shudder, the idea of this chav in his home, even as a servant, was appalling. But an idea sparked in his mischievous mind, a way to rid himself of this nuisance and have some entertainment in the process. "You do know that Sxodnir’s purpose is to serve my fun, don't you?" Felix asked, his tone light and playful. "Yeah, Felix, I understand, fun huhuhu!" Chevy's laughter was crude, his misunderstanding of Felix's words apparent. "So, Chevy, are you willing to be more than just a common jock? Are you ready to serve my entertainment with a bit of sophistication?" Felix's voice was laced with false encouragement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Chevy's face split into a wide grin, his dimples deepening. "Yeah, I'm in! Let's do this!" Felix snapped his fingers, and a sphere of blue light materialized, hovering between them. "This will transform you, but it might be a bit... uncomfortable." Chevy's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded eagerly. "Bring it on! I can handle it." The blue light enveloped Chevy, and he let out a muffled scream as the transformation began. His body contorted, muscles shifting and reshaping. Despite the pain the transformation process let Chevy get a boner in anticipation of becoming like Sxodnir. But suddenly his skin took on a metallic sheen, turning a deep golden hue. He sank to his knees, his cries of pain echoing through the garden. Felix watched with a mix of fascination and amusement as Chevy's form changed. His limbs elongated, becoming sleek and smooth. His facial features morphed, the strong jawline softening, and his eyes transforming into sleek headlights while his joints grinding as they transformed into gears. The pain was excruciating, but as the transformation reached its climax, Chevy's boner became a gear shifter and his cries turned into the deep, masculine roar of an engine. Within moments, where Chevy had knelt, a classic golden Porsche now sat, its engine purring softly.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Felix said, addressing the car as if it were still Chevy. "You're now a symbol of sophistication and power. A true work of art." Chevy, or rather, what was once Chevy, felt an overwhelming sense of frustration as he realized his new form. He had envisioned himself as a powerful himbo demon, a transformation that would elevate his status and grant him the respect he craved. But now, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. With a deep, rumbling growl, he revved his engine, the sound echoing through the air like a primal scream. "Ah, Chevy, my dear friend," Felix's voice was laced with amusement as he approached the car. "I must say, you've never sounded more delightful and your vocabulary has certainly improved." Chevy's tires squealed in protest, the rubber screeching on the pavement. He wanted to scream, to shout at Felix for this cruel twist of fate. But all that escaped was a frustrated engine roar. "Don't be so glum," Felix continued, running his fingers along the Porsche's smooth hood. "I assure you, this new body of yours is far more sophisticated than your previous state. And you'll be the ultimate entertainment for me, my dear car." The young sorcerer's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he couldn't resist the urge to tease his creation when Jaxor strolled onto the pavement. "Now, let's see how you handle a real driver."

Jaxor, the tall, striking demon with golden wings and an aura of raw power, stepped forward, his eyes widening at the sight of the Porsche. "Master, this car is a work of art. May I?" He gestured towards the car, his voice laced with excitement. "Be my guest, Jaxor," Felix replied with a wave of his hand. "I believe you'll find it quite an experience." Jaxor's eyes lit up, and he slid into the driver's seat of the Porsche, now Chevy's prison.

As he started the engine, a deep, throaty purr reverberated, sending a shiver through Chevy's metallic frame. Jaxor's hands, skilled and confident, grasped the gear shift, and Chevy felt an unexpected sensation—a tingling pleasure as if his cock were caressed. "This baby's got some power," Jaxor murmured, his voice low and sensual. He ran his hand along the gear shift, his touch lingering, and Chevy's engine purred in response, the growls turning into a low, satisfied hum. Chevy felt his consciousness shift. The constant caresses from Jaxor's hands, unknowingly stroking his former manhood, were driving him wild. The more Jaxor drove, the more Chevy's thoughts blurred, his human desires giving way to the primal instincts of a machine. Jaxor took the Porsche for a spin, the wind whipping through his hair as he navigated the streets with ease.

With each shift of the gears, Chevy felt a jolt of horny pleasure, his engine roaring in response. The sensation was overwhelming, and by the time Jaxor returned, Chevy's longing for his human form had faded. He was now a car, a mere object, and he craved the touch of his owner, Felix. Jaxor stepped out of the Porsche, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That was incredible, Felix. The car handles like a dream. I've never driven anything quite like it." Felix cackled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jaxor. And to think, this car was once that dim-witted soccer player, Chevy. I've given him a new purpose, one that suits his limited intellect." Jaxor's eyes widened in surprise. "Chevy? The right-winger? But how...?" Felix waved his hand dismissively. "It's a simple matter of wish-granting, my dear Jaxor. I merely gave him what he desired, with a little twist of my own. And now, he's the perfect blend of form and function." The demon shook his head, a mix of awe and disbelief on his face. "Master, you never cease to amaze me. To think, I once played against Chevy on the field, and now he's this elegant car. It's quite the upgrade, I must say." Felix's laughter filled the air, and Chevy, now fully accepting his new existence, longed to be driven again. The car's engine purred softly, a silent testament to its new-found loyalty to its owner.

As the two conversed, the car seemed to shimmer, its paint shifting and transforming before their eyes. Jaxor, his amber eyes widening in amazement, whispered, "Master, the car... it's changing." Felix, his lips curling into a mischievous smile, nodded. "Indeed, Jaxor. My magic is at work." As they observed, the golden hue faded, replaced by a pristine white that seemed to reflect the clouds above. The transformation was swift and silent, leaving no trace of its previous golden glory.

Jaxor, his expression shifting from wonder to confusion, asked, "But why the change, Master? The gold was... unique." Felix's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Chevy, as he was known, was the epitome of a chav, and I couldn't bear the thought of his essence lingering. Now, the last trace of his chav nature is erased," Felix declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "White is the epitome of class, a sophisticated understatement. I must admit, I expected more resistance from him."Jaxor watched, captivated by the sorcerer's power. “But... is Chevy... truly content as a car?" Felix's smirk grew wider, "Oh, he doesn't even remember his human life. He's fully embraced his new identity, he is now an object, a possession, and nothing more." The Porsche purred, its engine humming softly, as if in agreement. "Hah! I knew it!" Jaxor's laughter filled the air, "Who would've thought Chevy would find his true calling as a Porsche! This is priceless!" Felix's laughter joined Jaxor's, echoing across the driveway, a sinister melody that hinted at the power and cruelty hidden beneath their light-hearted conversation.

[super-un-stable]

ROUND 2! HEY BROZ!! 💥🤘🛹🍕

Wanna talk TMNT all month?!

If u liked last year you’ll love this year 2!

Itz your chance to Draw, Write, Edit, WHATEVER! Just have fun! It starts on Oct 1st 2023! use the Tag #TMNTtober #TMNTtober2023 4 everything ya do so we can see it!

Changed the prompts up this year to keep it fresh! But if wanna change ‘em up for yourself or just use last years feel free! No pressure on that end !! Tell me of u have anymore questions !

[hanafubukki]

Hello, I finally got the courage to interact with you. I just finished writing a fic, then suddenly got an idea after finishing it. 😭😭😭 like nooo I just spend hours writing one, dont make me write another- Basically, I've been listening at the song Renegade for hours while writing and was like, holy- this might fit him. Yes, all the lines are from renegade and ASDFGHJKLASDFG *insert simping noises*

Okay, imagine imagine this General Lilia, you were just out to gather some food, then you stumble upon this ethereal injured fae. Because you just dont have the heart to leave the kid so you decided to bring him to your home (Yes, you first thought he was a kid) ���🤣 and then tended to his wounds. Then one day you just woke up, with him staring at you unblinkingly (⓿_⓿) And when you heard his voice, yup you knew he wasn't a kid lmao. Like how can you forget faes are known for having youthful looks

Of course he needs to leave, but he will stop by occasionally. Then you guys got close then you guys went past the friend part 🤭🤭😏 Okay, then one day, he advises you not go out too late, like go home before it gets dark, but of course where's the fun in listening to him.(￣y▽,￣)╭ Yeah, let's also add that you guys have a lover's quarrel before he lefts he pulls :

"You dont know me; You just know my name." And then your hurt self decided to wander then didn't realize the time.

Eventually, you get kidnapped cuz you didnt listen to him and itz all your fault. Then when he decided to come by at night, because he's a creature of the night, he didn't see your house lit. He thought you were just asleep, and just convince himself he was just gonna take a peek at your face then go back. AND THEN (for the 10th time lol) *insert Lilia's shock face* he didnt find you 😭😭 and man he is like (►__◄)

Fast forward, he finds. Before he unties you, he lifts your chin with his pointer finger (probably the only time he'll tower over you for real) and then, "You should've to him listen to me" Then the guys who kidnapped you realizes there's someone trying to free you. Then our Lilia shoves us to his chest 🤭😘, then pulls his shiny cleaver, and then proceeds to beat those guys while holding you protectively and making sure your eyes are not traumatized. Then after the ordeal was done, you were pretty shocked cuz he's been pretty gentle with you all this time albeit a little bit of tsundere. Like you just can't believe he did that. (You dont know he's the General of the right of the fae army)

"Don't you know what I am?" He says, but you're like: your a fae, what do you mean???? Then man sighs at how naive you are. Yeah, you guys make up (not make-out but why not 😏) in the end.

Hello Aqua 🌺🌷💚

You’re always welcome to interact with me. I don’t bite I promise 🥰💞 (well…I only bite Lilia 😆). I get you entirely though! The ideas never go away. You might finish one fic but then get hit with another. The muses love to spread their love…sometimes at the most inconvenient of times lmao.

Renegade? By X ambassadors? Thats the only one I know of 🤔

I love injured General Lilia being treated by reader stories. Just the potential?? Chef kiss. I’ll kiss your wounds all better general 💞

Ohhhh you thought he was a kid!! Ohhhh I know for a fact I would never let that joke slide. In fact, I’m sure Meleanor wouldn’t either 🤣🤣

Ahh yes the lovers quarrel and famous last words before shit hits the fan 😆 don’t we love regrets? But! In defense of my words, the reunions after these moments are always spicy. 🥰😚

…the brat has to have the last word lmaoo

Okay but the shoving you into his chest while he kills everyone who dared to harm you is my favorite. Mwah. Chef kiss. 🤌🤌

I mean?? If you never brought it up?? How would they know Lilia 🤨

…hey I’m always down for make outs as a way to make up 🥰💚

[displ3azant]

'Hey man, can I get like. A small jar of u? It'd look nice in my collection of trinkets I think. It'd be pretty probably.'

See, I totally would, but--

When I said "you take take a piece of me, but it will alwayz find itz way back to me", I wasn't even slightly exaggerating.

[mysticficti0n]

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

Talk to me

warnings- swearing, confession, drinking, smoking weed, (they're like 18 in this), petname, "enemies" to lovers, rude!tom to sassy!sappy!Fluffy!tom

NOT PROOF READ BC ITZ LITERALLY 1:45 AM AND I'M TIRED 👺

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I slammed my cards onto the table seeing Tom huff in disappointment "loser!" I sang "now I get the €30 you promised me if I won" the boy shoved a hand into his pocket pulling the cash out and practically throwing it at me

"how do you always fucking win its fucking stupid- you're literally dumb as shit and can barley count and now scammed me of €30- I'm going for a smoke so I'll be back in a sec... fucking hate this god damn game" Tom rose from his spot at the table and walked up the stairs to who knows where, I looked toward Georg who shrugged and grabbed the vodka that was sitting openly on the island, the rest of us carried on playing until Tom's sec turned into an hour, the boys had migrated from the kitchen to the living room and slouched on the sofa giggling half asleep watching MTV but the thought of Tom being alone didn't leave my mind as much as I hated him I wondered if he was okay

"I'm gonna go for a smoke" I patted Gustav's shoulder while he cried in hysterics as Bill fell from his seat dropping his drink over his jeans "ugh" I sighed double stepping the stairs, I walked down the hallway until I reached Tom's room and pushed the door open slightly, I could see his window open and him sat on the roof with swirls of smoke cascading into the air from his lips. I went to the window and crawled out "hey you've been awhile" he hummed followed by a snotty breath

"what do you want Y/n?" his voice quivered "I really don't feel like fucking talking right now" I looked to him, eyes red not just from being high but tear streaks lay across his skin which he tried to rub away with his damp sleeve

"woah I came to check on you after the cards aftermath" I held my hands up in surrender seeing him turn away and bring the bud to his lips again "pass it to me" lazily his hand hung toward me holding the end to me as I tuck a suck from it feeling the air fill my chest "so whats on your mind?"

"did you not hear me literally twenty seconds ago?" I shook my head pushing myself up the roof to sit next to him "you really piss me off Y/n you know that"

"yeah I get that impression a lot from you" I joked finding myself funny "I mean I don't really like you much either but I feel I hide it better" a small 'oh' left the boy, my eyes flicked to him finding his already on me "'oh' what?" I asked

"nothin'" I cocked my head to him making his tough persona drop "well I was gonna apologise for being a dick to you half the time but I mean after you said that I take my shit back" a little laugh chirped in my ear making me smile

"no I'm sorry I like you but you just never seem to like me so I thought we'd have just like a mutual dislike to each other you know and I mean you called me a dumb so..." I took the and of the bud out his hands and lifted it to my lips taking the last drag before throwing it somewhere

"well I mean I like you... quiet a bit actually but erm I just thought I wouldn't have a chance" I turned my body to face him as I breathed out the last of the smoke "I know its stupid"

"no... I don't think so, just a misunderstanding" he nodded and the air seemed to become really thick "so..." our eyes Locked together as two small chuckles left us "I'm sorry" I began seeing the boy shake his head

"shut up it's not your fault.. well not all of it" I faked to be offended shoving his shoulder slightly "Ow my shoulder!" he cooed

"oh be quite dumbass" I quipped feeling his hand jab at my side "Hey that actually hurt!" I called pushing his hand away

"yeah did it?" he played mocking my voice

"did it did it" I mimicked and he shut up "thats what I thought" I spoke flicking my hair away from my face

"be quiet Y/n" he sneered as I turned to him "what?"

"make me" in a swift movement his hand was under my chin holding me inches away from his lips and my heart stopped

"quiet now huh?" he toyed with his pricing while looking at me "silent even" I smirked in his grip and pushed myself closer "what are you doing?"

"making you shut up" I pressed my lips to his and felt him relax into me, his hand leaving my jaw and going to my waist as I hooked an arm around his neck "good boy" I hummed into the kiss feeling the heat of his face burn onto mine, the two of us pulled away with a small smile

"well... is that what will happen if I say sorry?" I nodded letting my hand that was around his neck trail down his back "mh- Y/n?" I smiled to him "I'm so fucking sorry you know- really really sorry in fact- like so so so so sorry"

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hey utmv fandom itz me again

(sorry if i forgot anyone, you should totally tell me if i did thumbz up emoji)

edit: i forgot fell. he'z very mischaractized too

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The cursed chain - part 2

3. Quelling the rage

I stormed out of the gym, fists clenched and breath coming fast. The shame of what had just happened gnawed at me, mixing with this inexplicable rage simmering under my skin. How could I face the other bros after what I’d almost done to Leander? But the anger wouldn’t let up; it pulsed through me, like violent wave, fueling from my frustrations. I was overwhelmed by a need to hit something and let my muscles loose, like, every muscles of my body was aching to express so raw power. If I was to control that and not break lose in the streets, I had to channel it into something brutal, but controlled. Yes. I knew what I needed : a brutal, all-out workout.

Rushing to the gym, I threw myself into the exercises, barely pausing between sets, sweat pouring as I powered through deadlifts, bench presses, squats—anything to burn it all out. Each rep strained my muscles, matching the intensity of the fury within, letting me forget, even if just for a moment, what I’d done in the ring. I didn’t want to think about the stunned look in Leander’s eyes or the disappointment in Herc’s voice. Every weight I slammed down felt like a punch against my frustration, each set a way to quiet the shame.

But no matter how much weight I lifted, the rage stayed, simmering right under the surface. And that warmth from the collar—it was back, stronger now, filling me with a restless energy I couldn’t shake. It was like the collar itself was daring me, telling me I hadn’t been strong enough—that if I’d only given in completely, nothing would’ve stood in my way.

After an hour of this, exhaustion finally forced the rage back into a restless murmur. I collapsed onto the bench, drenched in sweat, staring down at the collar around my neck, its shine almost mocking me. Something was definitely wrong.

I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. “Brody bro wil no wot 2 do.”

4. Brody's investigation

Brody was chilling in the team lounge, studying some stats from our last match when I found him. As I walked in, he looked up, probably noticing how wrecked I looked.

“Hey, Henry, Sup?” he asked, a slight smirk on his face. “You look like you just did 100 reps of everything.”

I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the floor. “Bruuh, sumthin fukin messd up wiz me. I’ve bin actin, lyk,… crazy. Lyk, I almost rippd Leander apart, bruh. N dis chain…” I touched the collar around my neck, feeling the strange warmth that never seemed to go away. “Itz kinda lyk itz doin sumthin 2 me.”

Brody’s expression shifted as he leaned in, looking closely at the chain. “Mind if I take a closer look?” he asked, his voice serious now.

I hesitated, but then nodded, leaning forward to let him examine it. 

« It strange, it seems of roman confection, but they are some small nordic rune on it. Where did you find it ? »

I told him and we went back to that attic at his prompt. In the box where I had found the chain, he uncovered some inscription in latin engraved on the bottom .« Brooo. could you not look around before taking things on a whim ? It’s like written here : ’’He who wears the chain shall bear the curse of Stigandr’s soul.’’ »

My throat went dry. “So… lyk, I iz bein possessd, bruh?”

Brody nodded slowly, worry etched on his face. “It would explain why it’s only getting worse. Halloween’s known as a time when spirits grow stronger. This curse might’ve been lying dormant, but the spirit inside that collar has been waiting for the right time to take over completely.”

I clenched my fists, a wave of panic rising as I remembered the out-of-control fury that had taken over in the ring. “There has to be a way to stop it. I can’t let it control me again, Brody. I nearly hurt Leander.”

« I need to do some research. We got a name, that’s something to start with. »

5. Stigandr

I was pacing in his room, trying not to succumb to the nervousness and let the frustration bring out that unyielding rage when Brody finally stopped typing and turn towards me.

« I’ve got something, bro. magic ait really my thing, but I asked around and searched forum and all. 

The gist of it is that Stigandr was once a powerful Berserker. They were warriors who entered frenzied, uncontrollable rages in battle, almost like they were possessed by the spirit of rage itself. It seems to fit the bill with what you told me »

« so, lyk. i’m fukd, bruh ? »

« Not what I said, bro. There might be a way. According to this, Sigandr wandered far down the south, pillaging his way trhough civilisation until he was defeated and subdued by Decimus Marcellus. That roman centurion captured him and turned into a gladiator slave, forced into submission. The legends say the centurion controlled him by forcing a collar around his neck, creating a kind of seal that subdued his rage. It might be the very collar your wearing, but it probably only bound Stigandr till his death. That centurion might be the only one who can renew the seal and suppress the berserker again. »

I was confused. « so, how do we get to dat Decimus dude ? »

« Well… Halloween made the curse worst, but it also means the spirit of the dead are closer to us. We’ll have to summon that centurion’s soul to put the spirit in its place. The attic should be a good place to do it since it where we found Decimus’s warning. Meet me there in an hour. I’ll get Percival to help me set everything up. He’s been helping me with decorations and inventory and should know how to find everything we need quickly.”

And then, Brody was off to prepare everything… I was a bit scared, not sure what we were messing wiz, but hel, tiz nut lyk I ad lodz of choicez der, init.

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thx 2 Brody bro (@brodygold) n Percival @percivalgold 4 elpin n motivatin me 2 get da story furtha. Gettin close 2 dat resolution now. Hopefully before Halloween's ovaa.

Part 1 is der :

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( 심재윤 ) RUN2U ( DISCONTINUED )

girl group member, Jia Y/N, became increasingly popular due to her self written song ‘RUN2U’ and blew up for months due to the addicting song that hit overseas and nationally. By the time she felt her song’s popularity decrease, she awoke to her name being trended on twitter with a familiar name next to hers. 𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. 𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

📢 genre. . . . smau, fluff, romcom ˃ᴗ˂ ᵎᵎ

⭑⭒   pairing. . . . jake sim x reader

📢 warnings. . . . kys/kms jokes, mean jokes ˃ᴗ˂ ᵎᵎ

(˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥) starring. . . . kang lena as jia y/n, jake sim of enhypen, jia hanyou of boystory, ITZY, p1harmony, chan and felix of stray kids, enhypen, nct dream and more !!

PROFILES ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ itZ me?! hype boyz ꪒ⑅ꪒ ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ y/ns paparazzi

CHAPTERS ‹3 001 ⩨ no fucking way

‹3 002 ⩨ hey stranger

‹3 003 ⩨ emo hours, dhmu

‹3 004 ⩨ choijia ?!

‹3 004 ⩨ evil jyp

(*´꒳`*) TAGLIST .. CLOSED !

[brokensenseofhumor]

Hey guys. Sorry I pulled a delta last night. I’m here to explain what happened now

Let’s not beat around the bush:

A piece of roof fell on my back and head, and I had to go to the ER.

Am I traumatized? No, no im not. I was more worried about my device and pissed about the dust (and blood) on my hair.

What exactly fell on me? One big chunk of wood.

Whats the damage? Almost paralyzed from neck to waist, 2 cuts on my skull, and I have to wear a neck cast until Friday.

Did I appear on the news? Yup, thankfully they got my last name wrong lmao

Im super duper mega ultra sorry that I didn’t come back faster, my previous device (almost 3 year old iPad Pro) got severely damaged and my parents advised me to not touch it. I’m posting this from a brand new iPad Air.

Thank you.

@scouts-cosplays @aniolleq @gorydreamer @itz-hellenz @iaminyourbones @thismaybekomasan