#This is very silly and spur of the moment

[sophieswundergarten]

Things I think the MBS kids would dress up as

Reynie - Sheet ghost. Simple, easy, silly, and you can take it off whenever you want to actually play with your friends. Miss Perumal helps him and thinks it's the cutest thing ever

Sticky - Very specific book character or historical figure. Puts a lot of effort into it, but he talks about it so much his friends know who he is so he doesn't care what anyone else thinks

Kate - Milligan. He isn't sure how to bring Halloween up the first year and ends up putting it off until the day of and when he finally does ask she's like "I've got this" and races upstairs only to come back down in a hat and jacket and boots she stole from his closet

Constance - Says she doesn't want to dress up, but later Rhonda finds her going through her disguises. So she helps her pick out something she really likes, but whenever someone asks Constance replies that she's. Like. The abstract concept of thought. Or something

SQ - He does one of those closet cosplay things where it's not hugely complicated and is an explorer or a naturalist or something where he basically wears slightly fancier clothes (Or thrifted ones if he went with Mr. Benedict) and carries his art bag as a prop

Martina - A famous tetherball player of some kind (Sorry, I don't know anything about sports adfjk)

Jackson and Jillson - Each other :)

[very-super-silly]

melvin is a super senior

[m0e-ru]

hello manager!!! trick or treat!!

TRICK !!!! GET FUCKED GAY YOSUKE !!!!!!

[severevoiddragon]

hits you over the head (very very gently) with a rubber mallet

bonk

A-

Boops you very very gently on the nose

Hehe :D

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Beneath a Dragon's Gaze

Summary: With Madame Sylvi indisposed on the evening Prince Aemond comes to visit, he requests someone different | Word Count: 1.7k~ | Warnings: sex work, smut, hair pulling, biting, titty sucking, darkish Aemond

A/N: saw ep 3 and felt silly 😁 not proofread an inch

“The Prince has asked for you.”

She could not help the wide-eyed look and the familiar flipping of her stomach, now feeling entirely different with the words that had come from her fellow woman’s lips. The Prince. Well, it could have meant either of them only weeks before, but no longer. They frequented this establishment quite often, as an upper-class brothel, with only the finest whores and service, it was only natural, and they had the coin to pay for it.

Suddenly, she felt quite cold in the sheer dress she had chosen that evening, doing very little to conceal the flesh that hid beneath, her nipples having formed peaks against the satin. What could she possibly say to that? There was no possibility of refusing. 

“Very well,” she responded, knowing it was not her place to question. There was no question as to which now, it was most certainly the very same who frequented for the warm embrace and soothing voice of Madame Sylvi, who spent hours in her company and paid her a hefty price for it. For secrecy. But she knew just as well that the only reason Aemond had requested her instead, was because on this night, his usual appointment was indisposed. 

Her heart raced as she slalomed through the scantily clad crowd, each step bringing her closer to the corner where the prince awaited. The halls were dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls, alongside those of curved figures, twisted with pleasure. She could hear the muted sounds of such from the other rooms, but they did little to quell the nervousness that gripped her.

When she reached the curtain, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The Prince. Aemond Targaryen. Known for his fierce demeanour and sharp intellect, he was not a man to be trifled with. Yet, beneath that cold exterior, she had heard whispers of a man burdened by the weight of his family.

Sliding the curtain across, met with the Prince, eyepatch already discarded and down only to his breeches, sat with cup in hand on the plush settee, his lone eye raising to her as she dipped for a curtsy. She felt her throat close at the sight of the sapphire, somewhat mirroring what was happening between her thighs.

"Madame Sylvi sends her apologies, my prince. She is unable to attend to you this evening."

Aemond's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and she felt her cheeks flush under his scrutiny. "I did not call for Sylvi tonight," he said finally, his tone giving nothing away. "I called for you."

Her lips parted to question. But she dare not let the words free. She was not one to ask about his intentions, a mere whore.

“Undress.”

The Prince’s eye never wavered as he watched, flesh revealed as she bared herself to him. He stood as if uncurling himself, finishing what was left in his cup before moving his hands to unlace his breeches, his head gesturing to the settee.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His commanding tone made those flutters awaken once more. She had been employed at this establishment for so long, of course being naked and bared to an abundance of men was second nature. But there was something about the way he wanted her, the way it seemed not spurred by desire of any kind, but a need, like air, that ignited her nerves that she had not felt since her first few days in this line of work.

Still, bare arsed and exposed to a Prince, was a different matter entirely.

She felt his presence behind her, knowing he was naked as his thighs brushed against hers. He nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, encouraging her to arch her back. Though she could not see his face, the rippled design of the copper in front of her reflected enough for her to sense the detachment in his actions. So, she remained silent.

Prince Aemond guided himself to her centre, barely wet, and pushed his cockhead inside. He had barely breached her when his hands gripped the flesh of her buttocks, watching intently as his cock slowly slid deeper into her cunt, being swallowed by her body. She closed her eyes, the lack of preparation making the act more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but she hoped that with time, her arousal would ease the discomfort.

As Prince Aemond continued to push himself inside her, she focused on her breathing, trying to relax her body and ease the discomfort. The room was silent except for their breaths, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls. Each inch he gained felt like a stretch, a challenge to her body's readiness, but she bit her lip, determined to endure.

His hands, firm on her buttocks, began to knead her flesh, his grip alternating between gentle caresses and possessive squeezes. The friction built steadily, her body slowly acclimating to his presence. The initial pain started to fade, replaced by a growing warmth and the stirrings of pleasure.

Aemond moved with a deliberate pace, his thrusts measured and controlled. He seemed intent on watching every inch of his cock as it disappeared inside her, his breathing heavy and laboured. She could feel his intensity, the way he held back his own urges to maintain that slow, torturous rhythm.

Despite the initial discomfort, her arousal began to build. Her body responded to his movements, her inner walls slickening and accommodating his length with increasing ease. Soft moans escaped her lips, unbidden but honest, as pleasure began to mix with the remnants of pain.

Aemond's hands slid from her buttocks to her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, seeking some anchor as the sensations intensified.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you feel that?" he murmured, his voice husky and edged with restraint. "Do you feel how you take me in?"

"Yes, my prince," she gasped, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain composure. "I feel it."

Aemond's pace quickened slightly, his control slipping as his own desire took precedence. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic, primal music that spoke of need and release. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and pushing to meet his thrusts, seeking the pleasure that now consumed her.

With a sudden, possessive grip, Aemond's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His lips found her skin, teeth grazing lightly before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding with an involuntary clench around his cock.

He groaned against her neck, the sound vibrating through her. "Take me, all of me," he whispered, his voice filled with approval and satisfaction. 

She surrendered to the sensations, her body melting into his as pleasure overwhelmed her. Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word from Aemond drove her closer to the edge. The discomfort was a distant memory now, replaced by a wave of ecstasy that built with each passing second. His movements so erratic, his stones clapped against her womanhood with every harsh push, slapping against her bud in a steady, unyielding rhythm.

The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own climax washing over her in a powerful, all-consuming wave. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, Aemond drove himself to the hilt inside her once more, his body shuddering and then withdrawing quickly as he found his release and coated her buttocks and thighs with his pearly spend.

They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breath, their bodies still joined. Slowly, Aemond released his grip on her hair and hips, his hands soothing over the marks he'd left. He pulled out of her velvety walls gently, leaving her feeling both spent and fulfilled.

She expected him to leave, to gather his clothes and slip away into the night, as most men often do with a flick of their coin into her lap. But instead, Aemond surprised her. He curled into her body, his head resting against her chest. His lips found her breast, mouthing at her skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. His hand moved to her other breast, caressing it with a gentle, almost reverent touch.

She looked down at him, her fingers threading through his silver, moonlit hair. He seemed to take more pleasure in this simple intimacy than she did, as if seeking comfort rather than mere satisfaction. His eyes were closed, his breathing steadying as he continued to nuzzle her chest.

"I hate it," he murmured after a long silence, his voice muffled against her skin.

She blinked, unsure of his meaning. "Hate what, my prince?"

Aemond shifted slightly, his hand stilling on her breast. "Sometimes, I think Madame Sylvi just says anything to appease me. She tells me what she thinks I want to hear, not what she truly believes."

There was a bitterness in his tone that caught her off guard. "Why do you think that?" she asked softly, her thumb stroking the back of his neck.

Aemond's grip on her breast tightened slightly, and she felt a shiver of unease. His lips brushed against her nipple, then his teeth grazed it, sending a jolt through her body. "Because it's easier for her," he said, his voice lower, more dangerous. "Because I'm a prince, and she fears offending me."

She gasped softly at the sensation, the mix of pleasure and pain reminding her of the precarious balance between comfort and control. "But you deserve honesty, my prince," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He bit down a little harder, enough to make her wince. "Do I?" he asked, his tone a warning. "Or do I deserve the truth, no matter how it feels?"

Her heart raced, the threat in his words unmistakable. "The truth, my prince," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure. "Always the truth."

Aemond's teeth released her nipple, his tongue soothing the sting. He looked up at her, his eye fierce and unyielding. The sapphire lodged in the other piercing and dark. 

"Good," he said, his voice a soft growl. "Because I have no patience for lies, no matter how pretty they are."

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[ilydeku]

teacher izuku has a girlfriend??

Regardless of the joy and spur he expelled towards the students, Izuku knew how to maintain the steady hand of keeping the class under set composure. Nothing but the intent to teach and the will to learn, an equitable relationship between the two—and it was no question. Being the most loved and favored teacher had its perks, and grandiose respect was one of them.

But no matter how mature a student has grown, having fun will always reign somewhere along their focal point. Even if that fun means encouraging their teacher in his love life.

"...-because a good relationship between your teammates makes for optimal communication, conduct, and cooperation," explained Izuku, pointing from one spot on the board to another, well immersed in his lesson. "Now, considering quirk-"

"Speaking of relationships, are you in a relationship, sir?" A student, a frivolous girl, teasingly pipes in sudden interest. Plenty of students amongst the grade claimed a crush on Deku-sensei. Of course they did: he's sweet, very tentative and understanding to all his students individually, and takes his time to really help and engrave the knowledge he possessed for them to become the best future heroes they could be. That, and mostly his physical charms. So wouldn't it be in his best interest to have a girlfriend?

Little did Izuku know that this inquiry marked the beginning of his first uncontrollable havoc.

For a moment, he hesitated, pausing midway on the convoluted diagrams drawn on the whiteboard. A strange question, but he thought nothing much of it. He turned around and crossed his arms, lazily pointing the expo marker to the girl.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Unrelevant, didn't see a hand raised-"

"Aw, but sir!" She draws out, slumping back in her seat. "Are you?"

Some students began to look at each other and exchange a few grins until the room began to slowly increase in volume and erupt into unintelligible chatter.

"Ahem."

The room fell into silence accordingly, but he could clearly read the expression on everyone's faces. The class was still waiting for his answer, the way they stared and leaned over their desks in anticipation. Izuku sighs and turns back to the board.

"...no, I'm not in a relationship. Moving on, the information I've drawn-"

"Really?" The girl cuts in matter of factly with a tilt of her head. "But aren't you and y/n talking??"

A chorus of engrossed 'oohs' echoed across the room and a very subtle, but defined shade of pink dusted his cheeks at the mention of you. He turned around again and attempted to regain composure of the class.

"Everyone settle down-"

"Y/n L/n? Isn't that (hero name)?? I think she's in the top 20's now."

"Yeah! I've seen her drop by the school a couple times during lunch!"

"Now that I think about it, Deku-sensei does have her come in as a guest speaker a lot..."

It was just one after another, the addition of suspicions and theories now bringing the truth to the surface. Izuku swallowed.

A loose black band around Izuku's wrist caught another student's eye and they stood up and pointed in excitement. "Look!! Deku-sensei has hair ties on his wrist!! Hair ties!!"

"Kids, please...-"

"Wow..I've never seen your class this rowdy before, Izuku!!" That voice. His head snapped toward you in surprised, totally flustered about the situation. The entire class went dead silent and turned to you, standing at the entrance of the classroom. You wave at his kids with a smile and stroll over to Izuku's desk, dropping off a bag of some sort. He watches you endearingly.

"You forgot your lunch at home, silly."

"O-Oh did I? Haha, sorry y/n. Thank you. You're on break right now, right?"

The students watched you both like a show, taking in the interaction, the body language, the words. There's no doubt you two were a thing right? Deku-sensei and (hero name)!!

And just then, you confirmed it with simple kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Izuku! Be nice to the kids, hm?"

"You know I always am!!"

As soon as the classroom door clicked, the class burst into awe.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US???"

[aayakashii]

How would they react if you received a confession from some random student?

Warning: yandere behavior, possessiveness, A LOT of manipulation etc etc you know the drill

Gasp! You received a confession! A human student fell for you and confessed that they have had a huge crush on you ever since they saw you in the admission ceremony. They even invited you on a date! You're so excited! But... wait... how will your ghouls react to that...?

Fuji Kaito

Absolutely distraught.

He knew you first! He was supposed to be your first option!

He doesn't try to hide how desperately jealous he is.

Bombards you with self-deprecating messages that do more harm than good because it gets super annoying after a while.

Stops eating properly and pays even less attention to class, which makes him take even more remedial classes.

Asks you for your help immediately. He's so insistent on you tutoring him, that you end up saying yes just so he'll stop whining.

He happily creates a schedule that eats up most of your time, so you can only see him every single day. After all, he has such a hard time learning! You gotta help him a lot 🥺 and no, Luca isn't an option.

It's almost like he planned this... but nah, that's Kaito we're talking about. He wouldn't do this, right

Right?

Lucas Errant

He doesn't really understand what he's feeling at the moment

At first, he has a positive reaction – after all, you're an amazing person! It's only obvious you'd have admirers.

But then he finds himself thinking more and more about it.

Is that person capable of protecting you? Do they possess any type of skill in combat so they can fend off anomalies? Will they pay attention to your needs? Will they hold your hand when they walk you home? Will they actually walk you home when it's late??????

He starts worrying more and more about your safety until he can't brush off his concerns any longer.

He will not approve of this relationship. He's pretty sure that person isn't capable of providing you with all you need and deserve.

At least not like he can. He knows he can protect you. So... stay with him instead, will you?

Ishibashi Tohma

Hm... Really. So you have a little admirer. How cute.

Tohma couldn't be more obvious with the disdain and contempt towards the person who confessed to you.

He always manages to spot you wherever you are, just to steal you away and drag you with him to do something 'important'.

"Why yes, you must come with me to pick up this order of tea leaves I have put on. Of course I can't do this alone, you have to learn the ropes of my work since you're my dear helper."

You better not be thinking about going on dates. Tohma will ruin all your plans by summoning you to his side as soon as you step out of your dorm.

He will control your time and your schedule until you forget entirely about that silly little person who tried to take you away from him.

And when you hear the first whispers of awful rumors about that person, Tohma already has his hands on you, permanently dragging you away from them and their terrible influence.

As if he wasn't the one that spurred the gossip in Frostheim from the very beginning.

Kamurai Jin

No. Just no.

Don't even think about it.

You just aren't allowed any distractions from your work for him. You're his servant.

Actually, sratch that. You're his, period.

The fact that someone would be so bold to try and take you away from him is unbelievable.

And you're CONSIDERING their confession? Are you insane? What do they have to offer you? How can you even begin to think of them as more important than him?

You're crazy if you think he'll just let you go and date some peasant.

Jin WILL bribe the person who confessed to you to make them go away in a heartbeat.

He's convinced that everyone will fold when they're faced with money. Everyone but himself, because he already has it all.

All except you, apparently.

Jin will offer them a life changing amount of money just to keep them away from you.

Don't worry, he'll be right there to see your little heartbroken face when you're walk back to him after all that.

He'll take his sweet time picking up your pieces and putting you back together.

Mido Alan

Alan stuffs his hands inside his pockets and scowls as soon as you let him know about someone confessing to you.

Oh, he despises that idea.

At first, he wonders whether it is because he might see you as a little sibling or... some other platonic thing... that activates his protective instinct.

But then he sees you crack a little smile as you talk about actually going on dates, and the jealousy he feels is simply undeniable.

Alan may be stoic, but he's very well acquainted with his ugliest feelings.

And this jealousy is simply the most hideous thing.

Do you know that person? Do you think they truly care about you? No. They don't. At least not like him.

Alan doesn't say all that openly, but he hangs around you for longer and longer, like a guard dog. Arms crossed and scowling, ready to pounce at anyone crazy enough to invade his space.

And obviously, you're in his space. You're the only one allowed in it. The only one he wants attached at his hip.

He eventually wins by wearing down his competition. After all, no one is brave enough to poke this lion with a short stick.

You're just not worth them risking their lives like that...

Don't worry, Alan is right by your side to pet your little head and comfort you.

He'll always be by your side.

Haizono Sho

Well, look at you. Being popular and shit. Gotta be feeling good, huh?

Kinda upsetting that the one who likes you is a loser that definitely doesn't deserve you.

Who said that.

Sho immediately bans you from eating at his food truck.

If you're gonna play these dumb games, then he has his own cards to play, too.

Even if you have zero intention of making him jealous and genuinely just want to go on a cute date, he WILL see it as a challenge.

He would rather get hit by a car than see you taking some random ass dude to HIS food truck to eat HIS food during a date. You're supposed to eat his food only if you go on dates with HIM.

He's gonna make you choose between him and your stupid new guy as soon as you tell him about the confession.

Are you going to abandon him? Are you really going to choose some dude instead of a friend? Someone who needs your support and ideas? Someone who ACTUALLY cares about you and didn't just randomly appear out of nowhere?

There is a correct answer for his ultimatum, and you better choose wisely.

Kurosagi Leo

???????????

Some people do have awful taste, huh.

Cannot fathom why someone would ever fall for you.

You're plain and boring, just a stupid NPC. That person must be just as boring as you, if not worse.

He makes sure to tell you all of this so you know your place.

But then you decide to give that person a chance and begin to ignore his messages.

How fucking dare you answer him only in the end of the day. You're supposed to be at his beck and call. You're supposed to be by his side whenever he needs you, like a good NPC.

He gets antsy. He's bouncing his legs, biting his nails and feeling his stomach flip flop inside him.

Okay he GETS it. You can stop trying to make him jealous now, god. You're so fucking desperate for his attention, aren't you?

Just... answer his fucking texts for once, okay?

Otherwise, he's gonna have to handle that rando that's been glued to your side on his own terms, and you don't want that.

Don't make him do something both of you will regret <3

Sagara Haru

Of course someone would fall for you! Who wouldn't?

You're so sweet, strong, patient, helpful, comforting, and you always do your best to spend time with him so he feels less overworked and...

Oh.

If you have a s/o, this means you won't be able to help him and spend time by his side, huh...

...

That is a problem.

Haru needs your company. He needs to know your whereabouts and what you're doing. You won't leave him hanging behind on his own, right?

He knows that you care for the animals and you wouldn't abandon them, but what about him?

Will you really leave him behind?

Haru is busy with everything in Jabberwock, so it's not like he can neglect his job to follow you around, but... Maybe he can keep an eye on you through his little gps.

Whenever he sees you out and about, he'll shoot you the cutest, most heartwrenching message about how he the animals miss you.

It never fails.

After all, you're so sweet. He knows exactly how to tug on your heartstrings until you run back to him.

Otonashi Towa

No.

You're not going to date anyone.

Towa loves romance, yes, but only if it doesn't involve you with someone else.

You're his Dandelion! You're his. You're not going to leave him, ever. Why are you even thinking about someone else? You're so silly, Dandelion.

Towa doesn't try to be subtle. He will threaten the other person and kick them out of your life immediately.

If he needs to strike them down with a dozen lightnings, he will do it. Do not doubt him whatsoever.

Don't be sad, though. If you wanted to go on dates, you should have just said so!

He will take you to every pretty place he finds in Darkwick – cave systems, flower fields, dense woods, and anywhere else you feel like going!

As long as you go with him.

He's not letting anyone steal you from him, ever.

Shiranami Ren

Whines and whines and whines and whines.

He becomes actually insufferable.

"You're actually going to become one of those disgusting people that flaunt their relationship everywhere, aren't you?"

"Ren, I don't even know if I'll accept the date..."

You don't get it, though. He thought you were different. He thought you weren't like everyone else! But you got A CONFESSION?

EUGH

That's like the most normie thing in the whole world...

And who's gonna watch B-horror movies with him now? Who's gonna play his mobile games and do his dailies with him?

You're gonna be just like those assholes that forget their friends when they start dating, aren't you?

He knew you were just too good to be true. That's on him, though. He was stupid to believe you would stick around.

Wait, no, please don't go. Please don't get mad at him.

He just doesn't want you to spend your time with someone else... but also, he would rather die than straight up tell you that.

Maybe read between the lines of all his whiny ass messages and forget about that other guy, how about it? It's almost time for a raid anyway.

Hoshibami Taiga

Oh honey. I don't know why you think you can even leave Taiga's side for long enough to receive a whole confession.

Although, if someone is crazy enough to mess with TAIGA'S little kitten, they are very brave.

Taiga may let them shoot their shot just to amuse himself and see how the dumbass would try to woo you.

But if they got even a little bit closer, his gun would fire immediately.

It would either end in someone getting terribly traumatized and/or wounded, or in death.

Getting away is just not an option if you're Taiga's.

You're always in his reach. No reason to think about silly little scenarios like "receiving a confession".

Pffft. Don't be stupid.

Romeo Lucci

Are you fucking insane? Shut up and go fetch him a face mask.

Of course he's not letting you date anyone. You're his assistant. You dont have time for shit like that.

What do you mean you don't need permission? Oh that's RICH.

Romeo isn't very patient about this whole situation.

If you try to argue too much, he just pushes you into his secret room and then inside one of his cages until you understand your place.

He's never letting you just walk away and spend your precious time with some broke asshole. Your time is HIS. YOU are his. Don't get any funny ideas.

It doesn't matter if you get mad at him. He will keep you locked up until you're sweet and compliant again. Just the way you're supposed to be.

And if that doesn't work quickly enough, he can always order his men around and beat whoever tries to get too close to you.

No one fucking steals from Romeo. Much less what is the most valuable to him.

Shinjo Ritsu

?

Ritsu is incredibly confused once you bring up going on dates with someone who confessed to you.

Did you forget you are legally bound to him by the terms of your partnership?

You have no time to go on dates. During working hours you have to be fulfilling your part of the contract right beside him.

It's not his fault that there's so much work to do that you end up needing to work overtime...

Yes, he IS very against unpaid overtime, obviously.

But it's not like you're not getting anything from this! You'll have the best lawyer in Japan always ready to help you.

But you'll only have this rare privilege if you stop being foolish and forget about dating that silly student.

You have to focus. Focus on your partnership.

Focus on him.

Focus on Ritsu alone.

Kusanagi Haku

Oh, so you hesitate to accept his invitations, but you're quick to go on a date with some other random person?

Ouch. Yikes.

Immediately lets you know that the person a very nasty spirit posessing them.

But you'd be a bit silly if you believed what he says because Haku is going to blatantly lie.

If that's what it takes to keep you far from anyone trying to get their hands on you, you BET Haku will try to manipulate you.

"Exorcising them? Nah, can't do it. Too strong of a spirit, you know? Better just keep your distance ;)"

He's honestly shameless. Doesn't stop following you around for a second and always manages to barge into every conversation you have with a general student, even if it's not even the person who confessed to you.

Can't be too careful, you know? After all, you're so sweet, what if more people fall for you?

He hates competition, so it's best to just cull everyone that gets too close to you. Makes things a lot easier for him.

And you know, since you're so eager to go out on a date with someone, why don't you choose him for once?

It's not like he'll ever let you have another option besides himself after all.

Kagami Subaru

Oh, he's guilt tripping you right away. All those years of acting are SHOWING.

Have you watched a kabuki play? There are some SAD ones, you know.

And you best believe Subaru is going to look like you've just ripped his heart apart as soon as you tell him about the confession.

You're the only actual friend he has besides Lyca... Do you really want to leave him in the dust like that? All for some dates? He really thought he mattered more to you than that...

It doesn't matter how much you try to reassure him you won't abandon him, he'll only stop being gloomy once you tell him word for word that you are not going to date anyone else.

And as soon as you do that, it'll be like clouds letting the sun shine again. He'll smile and cling to you like a magnet, gently feeding you the softest daifuku.

All while subtly touching you and checking your memories for the face of whoever dared to confess to you.

His good relationship with Darkwick will definitely come in handy to keep them far away from you.

Kotodama Zenji

He is having such a hard time with this!

He is more than happy to know you're appreciated! You are such a wonderful person! His lovely little human!

However... he can't help but feel awful about it all too. What if you stop talking to him?

After all, besides you, only Haku and Subaru see him. He knows you wouldn't be able to talk to him if you had someone unrelated right next to you. Much less someone who isn't even a ghoul!

His late night visits become more frequent. He stands at the foot of your bed, looking at your sleeping figure, very conflicted.

Is he allowed to be a little selfish, even though he's a spirit?

Soon enough, you stop hearing from the person who confessed to you. It's not that big of a deal, but you ARE curious as to why they up and vanished.

You'll never know how they suddenly got prophetic nightmares about how they shouldn't date you, complete with some bloodied messages on their wall...

Mizuki Rui

He's absolutely distraught. Not only he cannot touch you, now he must be tortured by the sight of you touching someone else?

Even worse: someone else touching YOU?

His days just keep on getting worse.

Will you still please visit him at his bar then? You won't completely starve him of your company, right?

Maybe he should just touch this crush of yours.

Haha, just kidding! He wouldn't do that.

He will, however, hide in the darkness for as much as he needs until he's sure that he approves of that date of yours.

Spoiler: he will never approve of anyone that isn't him.

Rui will bombard you with messages until you understand that his jealousy will never subside unless you reject that person once and for all.

And maybe, for some peace, you should. Because Rui is nothing if not insistent.

From the corner of your eyes, you see the way he lurks in the shadows of every place you visit.

Give yourself a break and mend the shinigami's heart for once, please?

Edward Hart

Oh dear. Who's going to take care of him now 😔

You're heartless, you know. Wasting your finite human time with a pointless date, instead of helping an old man when he needs you... You wound him so...

Ed is the king of emotional blackmail. He will moan and groan on and on about how weak and alone he is (even though Rui does everything for him) and how cruel you are for not spending your days in his room, tending to all his whims.

It doesn't matter if Rui can help him with this malware-riddled website. He wants YOU to help him. His plain but pretty little thing.

Didn't you learn you must respect your elders, love?

Then go lay down on his bed with him, thread your fingers through his hair, and shush him when he's tired and in pain. You're his walking balm, dear.

Don't leave him hanging. That would be so rude of you.

Lyca Colt

No no no no no no no no

NO!!!!!!!!!

You're not gonna date anyone!! You're not going to hang out with anyone else, ever!!!

Lyca is another one that's not subtle.

He'll just cling to you 24/7 and growl at the person who confessed to you until they run away.

He'll NEVER let you spend a single minute longer with some boring human. You have to spend time with him and teach him more about... well, about everything! You're his caretaker, aren't you?

The fact that he used to protest every time someone called you his babysitter does not matter anymore!

He is going to stay by your side and chase everyone away. How dare they try to do those disgusting things with HIS human!

It's overwhelming how clingy and possessive he gets – even more than before.

Lyca won't let you breathe peacefully. He'll be clinging to your arm, your hand, your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can grab just to show everyone that you belong WITH HIM ALONE.

It's best if you just accept it. They do say it's hard to teach older dogs how to behave, don't they...

Isami Yuri

He didn't expect much from you, but to waste your time with meaningless endeavors... Disappointing!

You better never sleep then! Because he's not letting you off the hook! You're still spending more than half of your day in Mortkranken, under HIS watchful eye!

And if he sees you texting some random guy, well. He'll just have to snatch your phone away from you.

How dare you think of anything else besides your apprenticeship under him?! Him, Isami Yuri, the best doctor in Darkwick. You're so ungrateful!

Yuri will wring you dry. He's so merciless, it'll be honestly best if you just focus on him...

He wants your full attention and focus. If you go on... *retches* dates... your mind won't be into your work.

Stop this insanity, worm, and pay attention to him. Pay attention and praise him. Don't go praising some random, worthless person. They don't deserve it.

But Yuri does. Yuri deserves your praise.

Praise him.

Please.

And forget all about anyone else.

Kirisaki Jiro

Hm... will going on dates affect your health positively? Your mental health, maybe? Huh.

Jiro doesn't really understand what he feels about you spending time with someone else.

What he does know is that he likes having you around, as much as he can process how "liking something" feels.

He likes how you take care of him after he showers and how you worry about him, no matter how many times he tells you it's pointless. He likes your reactions and how you try to be helpful. He likes you.

If you spending time with someone else means he won't have you doing all this anymore, or at least not as much as he'd like, he can't say he approves it.

Jiro straight up tells you he doesn't want you to go on dates and why.

It'd be wise to listen to him. Otherwise, he'll try to get his fix of you by following you around.

Not sure you'd want the tallest and strongest man in Darkwick following you around like a shadow... but you do you.

[witherby]

Silly idea for the Littlest Wayne:

Once they're old enough, Jason carries Mouse under his arm like a football. He gets lectured by Bruce and Alfred for it, but he doesn't stop.

Especially if Mouse is upset, because Jason has come to discover that it makes them giggle because they find it silly.

The very first time he does it is a spur of the moment, all systems red situation. I imagine for some reason or another, the Manor gets raided or infiltrated. Hard to think it wouldn't; Bruce motherfucking Wayne's address has gotta be all over the internet.

Anyway bad people show up. You've done practice drills on where to hide in the event this happens, so it's just a matter of waiting for one of your family members to come retrieve you.

There's a bomb in the house, so there's little time to play nice or think anything through. Jason's already fighting flashbacks to when he got the crowbar treatment from Joker, and he'll sooner jump on the bomb himself than let it take you. When he does find you, he just tucks you under his arm like he's about to run you all the way to a touchdown and fucking books it.

You, of course, think this is the greatest thing since sliced bread. You're just slightly too young to really understand how close you came to death. All you know is your big bro showed up, scooped you, and bolted away super fast. You love this game! Again, again, again!

You want Jason to do it exclusively. The others try, but nobody does it quite like him, so you squirm out of their holds and go running for your favorite big brother.

And because you're his favorite, too, Jason acquiesces. Every time he visits the manor after that, you come at him with your arms wide open. He sweeps you up, gives you a big, squeeze-hug, then tucks you into a ball and carries you under his arm.

[beenbaanbuun]

cupboard door w/ choi san

words - when do i ever know the word count…

genre - smut/fluff

warnings - dom!san, making out, fingering, big cock san, cockwarming (kind of at the end), unprotected sex, i think that’s it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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your eyesight goes blurry, just for a second or two. it makes your head spin and you can’t help but take a few stumbling steps backwards, away from the open cupboard door. the pain of the whole ordeal is pretty slow to kick in, and for just a moment you’re not even sure if it will. but just as quickly as that thought comes to mind, it’s there, splitting and harsh as it shoots through your skull. you groan as your hands fly up to cup at your forehead, catching the attention of the other resident of the flat.

“shit,” you hear movement from the living room; the sound of a game pausing on the playstation followed by someone scrambling to their feet. the thud of his feet hitting the floorboards is loud as he rushes towards you, moving quicker than you think you’ve ever heard the gentle giant move before. “what happened?” he sounds concerned, “what did you do?”

warm hands grab your face and tilt it up until all you can see is him; san. he’s pretty, even when his expression is scrunched up into one of concern. it’s strange, you note, for someone so carefree, it’s hardly taken anything for him to fall into a panic. you’ve seen him calmer than this in much more stressful situations, so why now is he holding you in his hands like some fractured vase that could shatter at any moment? you’re sure it’s nothing; at least that’s what you tell yourself to stop your heart from jumping to any conclusions.

“you left the cupboard door open,” a habit of his that you’ve been trying to work him out of since the first day the two of you moved in with one another, “and i wasn’t paying attention and walked into it,” just like your clumsiness is something that he’s been trying to cure you of. not too long ago you asked him why he cared so much about your susceptibility to bruises; he answered with ‘i worry about you,’ which you could only assume was a joke.

san hums, letting your face slip from his gentle hands. they fall back to his sides and it’s only now that you realise just how close he’s standing. a sigh tumbles from his lips and you feel it on your face, his chest rises as he pulls in a deep breath and it brushes every so slightly against your own. if things were different, you could quite easily lean forward and press your lips to his own. it’s just a silly fantasy, but you can’t help but let the idea echo around your mind like a voice in a cavern.

if things were different, you could kiss him.

you could kiss him.

kiss hi—

“you’re such an idiot,” he purrs with something akin to affection in his voice. it doesn’t help calm your overactive thoughts at all, spurring them on until they’re frenzied and begging you to close the gap between your lips and his. it’s no surprise when you feel your face heat up and a shiver of electricity trail it’s way slowly up your spine. “i’m going to have to wrap you in bubble wrap one day, just to stop me from worrying every time i let you out of my sight.”

there it is again, that cruel joke that has every part of you tingling with glee. you want him to mean it; reminding yourself that he doesn’t hurts your heart far too much. it’s so much effort to recover from your mini-heartbreak quick enough for him to not notice anything wrong, and even more effort to think up some equally flirtatious joke that means so much more to you than it ever will to him. it’s tiring, unrequited love.

“i guess you’ll just have to keep me by your side forever, then,” a fake giggle leaves your lips, just realistic enough to keep him from thinking something is wrong. you want him to laugh too, to bask in this joke with you before going back to whatever he was doing and leaving you to wallow in the heartache of being so painfully close to the man you’ve been in love with since the very day you met him. you want him to rejoice in the thin veil of humour you’ve plastered over the top of your pain. you want him to not care enough to look into your eyes and see exactly what you’re so desperate to hide from him.

but he doesn’t laugh, and the smile that was already there slips from his expression like it wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place. have you said something wrong?

your own giggles come to a halt, the two of you being thrust into an abrupt silence. you watch his expression nervously, scanning for some sort of sign that everything is actually okay, but the way san holds his face is almost statuesque. if it weren’t for his slow blinks and hard gaze flitting around your face, you’d maybe think he was one.

“san?” you can’t raise your voice above a whisper, scared it might break. the sound still makes him flinch out of whatever trance he’d found himself in, and you’re grateful to see just the tiniest bit of life flicker across his expression once more. “san, have i said something wrong? i’m sorry if i offended you, i didn’t m—”

the words are cut off when a pair of lips come crashing down on your own. the speed of it all pulls a squeak from your throat, your shoulders tensing as san’s large hand snakes around the back of your skull to hold you in place. its not that you don’t want it, it’s just that it’s the very last thing you were expecting to come from hitting your head against an open cupboard door. fate works in mysterious ways, you suppose.

it only takes a moment before san is pulling away again, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he lazily blinks at you. there’s a fog covering his pupils, making him look as though he’s lost in a haze. you feel the very same way; dizzy and full of some sort of fuzzy warmth that now you’ve tasted it, you’re not sure you’ll be able to live without.

“sorry,” he whispers as he slips his hand away from the back of your head. he doesn’t look it, nor is his tone remorseful in any way, shape or form, but you don’t really care. you don’t need an apology, anyway; why would you when he’s just given you everything you never knew you needed? you’re on top of the world, right now, thoughts buzzing through your mind too fast to grab hold of one and focus on it. “i wasn’t thinking,” he adds, just as insincere as his apology.

you don’t really care about the insincerity of it all; you just want more.

“i don’t care,” you murmur as you lean in closer, just enough so that he can see your intentions. a wandering hand finds its way to his bicep, squeezing the oversized muscle once before inching its way up to his shoulder, and then his neck. your fingers tug at the short hairs at the nape of his neck as you stare into his eyes with need. if this doesn’t tell him that you want him to kiss you again then you don’t know what will. “i liked it,” you say for good measure.

a few seconds of silence pass you by, san’s vacant gaze flickering around your face as if to search for signs that you’re lying. that for some reason you’re being untruthful about the fact that you liked it. while yes, ‘liked it’ may be a bit of an understatement, it certainly wasn’t a lie. you’ll be replaying that barely-there kiss in your brain for years to come. it was short and weak, and yet it’s left your lips tingling with a desire for more. you need san’s lips on you more than you need air right now; you need him to kiss you again.

and while it takes a little longer than you would’ve liked, he seems to get the message, lips parting in a small smile before he leans down to close the gap. his lips barely brush against yours when they meet; you can’t help but chase them. the chuckle san lets out goes straight to your core, tightening a knot in your stomach that you didn’t even know had been tied. you need him. mind, body and soul, you need him. it’s not hard to tell him as such with a pleading whine against his lips, to which he responds by conceding—he presses his lips to yours once more.

just like that you’re in heaven, floating on a cloud as san gives you the kiss you crave so badly. it’s slow and meaningful, as if he’s been waiting to do this for almost as long as you’ve been waiting to receive it. if that is the case, you regret not showing him how much you need him sooner. it would’ve been so easy to drop a few hints here and there, to tempt him and tease him until eventually, he’d snap. you guess you got there in the long run, and you suppose the wait has made this kiss even sweeter; it doesn’t help quell the what-if’s that float around your brain like fallen cherry-blossoms atop a lake.

you dive in deeper, hoping that it will silence the questions you can’t help but ask yourself. as your lips move against his, breathless moans falling from them each time you part to suck in a much needed gasp of air, your thoughts shift to silence. a fog settles over your mind, blocking out anything that isn’t the complete and utter desire for san to do more. you want his hands all over you, touching and squeezing at every inch of skin you own. you want his arm around your waist, his tongue down your throat, his fingers in your pussy. your thighs squeeze together of their own accord; a desperate attempt to apply pressure to a clit aching with need.

“san,” you whisper as you pull away briefly. he follows your lips, barely letting his name slip out of them before they’re caught in a desperate whirlwind if want once more. it only last a few seconds before you pull away again, but it’s enough to send you into a dizzy stupor. “san,” you repeat his name, “touch me, please.”

another kiss, just as hot and heavy as the others, and equally as short as the last. before you know it he’s pulling away again so he can slip a hand between you to meet with the waistband of your sweats. your breath hitches in your throat as his warm fingers slip beneath the elasticated fabric, brushing against your stomach so softly that you barely feel it. it sends shivers through your body and you find yourself unable to stop your hips bucking forwards in a search for more. he chuckles again, but the humiliation that you should feel is nowhere to be found.

“you’re needy,” he purrs as he slips his hand south, bypassing the waistband of your panties and heading straight to your leaking core. no time is wasted before he’s tapping a finger against your clit, a high pitched keen echoing through the kitchen as he applies pressure to the bud. “i should’ve known, huh baby? you’ve always been this way,” he gives your clit one last kiss with his fingertip before pulling his hand completely free from your sweats.

“san,” you whine, to which he rolls his eyes in jest.

“give me a second, baby,” he grins as he wraps his hands around your waist and hoists you onto the counter behind you. it seems like it takes almost no effort at all for him; a thought that sends your already clouded mind into a frenzy. it makes you feel so small, so insignificant, like a human at the side of a god. if that’s the case then you’re more than prepared to be the head of his temple. you’ll worship him every day, if he lets you. you’ll give him your everything as an offering if he wants.

“san, please,” you pray. he listens with mercy, parting your legs and stepping between them until his pelvis slots against your own. he’s hard, you note as his cock rubs up against your clothed core—big too, it seems. you wonder how it’ll feel stuffed inside of you, dragging deliciously in and out of your dripping hole. it’s all you can think about as you connect your lips with his once more.

only this time you don’t pull away to say anything, or to take a breather. why would you when san already seems to understand exactly what you want? his hands are on you in seconds, tugging at the waistband of your sweats, lifting you up slightly to drag them under the curve of your ass, groping at your newly exposed flesh with hands heavy enough to bruise. the counter is cold against your skin but you can barely feel it amongst the trails of fire his fingertips leave against your skin. they burn you, etching invisible scars against you. you might not be able to see them, but you’ll know they’re there. you’ll feel san’s touch until the end of time.

“want me to touch you?” he growls against your lips, “want my fingers? i’m gonna need to stretch you out for my cock, sweet thing.”

you don’t answer straight away, simply delving in for another kiss. he’s more than happy to comply, devouring any answers that rest upon your tongue. when you pull away seconds later, he’s already panting like a dog.

“i want your cock,” you sigh, “need it inside of me, sannie.”

he chuckles as he trails his lips against your jawline.

“fingers first,” they shift to your core once more, one of them experimentally delving into your weeping core, “don’t want to hurt you.” he pushes it in to its hilt, bending it slightly in a way that rips every shred of lucidity from your mind for just a few seconds. every thought is just him; choi san, choi san, choi san. it’s louder than the moan you let out, your thoughts blocking it from your ears with ease. it’s only when san whispers, “that feel good?” into your ear that you sink back down to earth, nodding fervently in response. he smiles against your ear, teeth softly nipping at your earlobe before pulling back.

he tests the waters with a second finger, barely dipping the tip in before his eyes meet yours for confirmation. “please, sannie,” you whine, bucking your hips a little, “i want you inside of me.” it’s all it takes for him to finish pushing his fingers in, the stretch making your body melt. you’d never taken notice of how thick his fingers are until now, but as they drag against your walls it’s all you can focus on.

he works diligently, pumping them in and out at a fast pace to get you used to the stretch. every so often he pauses, scissoring them open and pushing them against your gummy walls. your whines become less coherent as he works, but he shushes each of them with a kiss, stealing your pretty sounds for himself.

“so noisy,” he breaks away with a grin as his fingers continue to open you up, “if the neighbours put in a noise complaint, i hope you know i’m not taking the fall for you.” if you weren’t drunk on lust, perhaps you would’ve given a snarky response, but as his fingers hammer away at your most sensitive spot, all you can do is take it.

“shut up,” you mewl as he moves in for another kiss, a mocking giggle on his lips.

“you first, baby.”

he draws his fingers from your pussy, wiping them on his shorts before moving to take hold of his waistband. you hold your breath as he pushes them down, his cock springing free and standing to attention. it looks bigger than it felt, and you almost feel nervous as you watch him give it a few pumps with his fist. the way his fingers only just connect around the circumference is daunting, and you can almost feel the ache of it inside of you already.

“can i?” he purrs as he taps the head gently against your folds. precum smears against them, mixing in with your own slick that drips from you like a faucet. you nod, silently begging for him to hurry up and fill the hole his fingers left within you. he hums disapprovingly, “your words, baby; give me your consent.”

words are hard when you’re so needy. “please, sannie,” comes out as a desperate whimper, and your cry of “i want you inside of me,” sounds utterly pathetic even to your own ears. it doesn’t really matter as long as you get what you want from him, and as he lines himself up with your waiting hole, you relax in the knowledge that are. you tip your head back against the recently closed cabinet door and stare him down with half lidded eyes, watching how his face shifts to pleasure as he slips just the tip in.

even that is thick enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, already feeling fuller than you did with his fingers despite having next to nothing inside of you. a hand flies to his shoulder, nails biting the skin as he slowly pushed forward. it burns a little as his cock bullies it’s way inside of you, stretching you open uncomfortably. it isn’t all pain, a wall of pleasure hiding behind the thin veil of pain; you can’t help but moan a little as his cock drags deliciously along your sensitive walls.

“sannie,” you whimper as his tip brushes up against your cervix and causes you to flinch. part of him is still unsheathed, but he halts before he can even try to fit it in. there’s a look of understanding in his eyes as he leans in to press his lips against your forehead and you know that you’re safe with him.

“is it okay?” he murmurs between pressing small kisses to your face, “does it hurt?” you find yourself whispering an affirmative. san pulls back just enough for him to study your face. “too much?” absolutely not, “i can pull out and make you cum a different way, if that’s what you want?”

“no,” you whine, saddened at just the thought of losing that feeling of fullness, “i just need to get used to it. you’re fucking huge, sannie.”

he giggles at that comment, a blush making its way up to his ears. you’ve seen a similar look on his face when the two of you have been drinking, though you suppose right now he’s equally as drunk, just on you as oppose to alcohol. it’s cute, and if it weren’t for the fact that you want to get fucked sometime soon, you’d be more than happy to just sit here and watch him.

“i’ve seen bigger,” he shrugs humbly as his face gets pinker; he looks so pretty with a dusting of salmon across his nose, “but if you need to get used to it then that’s okay. we have all the time in the world, sweetheart. there’s no rush.”

[chiliyue-archived]

Wonderstruck

↬love at first sight

Includes; (Dorm Leaders) Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al Aism, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Gender Neutral Reader

Requested !

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle, who swores that at that very moment, something jabbed into his heart. But rather than an ache or a sharp pain, it was pleasant, warm, and quelling - squeezing his heart as though someone was comfortingly squeezing his hand. His face became flushed in a matter of seconds, his hair and face a similar shade of red. He didn't know what this feeling was; it was so strange, and it happened all in an instant. He's so terribly confused, but, for some reason, he can't peel his eyes away from your figure. Whatever should the queen of hearts do?

Leona Kingscholar

Leona, who was already rolling his eyes despite the dancing feeling on his chest. Butterflies? Of course not. He doesn't get butterflies that's so ridiculous - well, alright, he's a little surprised and caught off guard, that much he'll admit outloud. It's like his brain and his heart in an argument, one screaming to speak to you, the other not wanting to indulge the thought. He attempts to avoid your gaze, knowing very well he'll only be digging a bigger grave if he continues to stare. But his body subconsciously takes a risk to a steal a second look and then a third. Love at first sight is such a silly thing and definitely not for him— but his body and, more specifically, his heart betray him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, whose hands become clammy in a matter of seconds, and he's forgotten where he is. What was he doing there again? The answer fleeted from him as he struggled to recompose himself. Your irises were so alluring, and yet his face reddened with every second his own eyes lingered. He makes a feeble attempt at coughing into his fist, trying to clear his mind; but he can't. It's running a million miles per hour, and yet nothing is coherent and clear. The words on his tongue make no sound, and his throat feels terribly dry. His feet feel as though they're glued to the floor, paralyzed in his lovestruck state. He can only pray no one catches into his thumping feelings.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim, who was so oblivious and doesn't recognize what he's feeling. He thinks it's just a desire to befriend you just like he does with everyone he meets. But this one is different. The answer is probing the back of his head as he ponders for the answer- he just can't place a finger on it quite yet. Before he knew he was already starting a conversation with you. Your voice only spurred on his emotions as he giggled and spoke his mind freely. He wasn't sure what it was his heart and brain were telling him, but he was rocking on his feet almost in anticipation as you both talked, his eyes taking in every detail about you. He may act similar towards others, but the emotions swarming within his chest was a new one caused by you and you alone.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil, who is a master at masking his emotions and wearing a false mask that easily persuades his audience. As his eyes dawn on your own, he effortlessly covered up his initial reaction; really, there was only a small window of opportunity to see his figure falter even the slightest bit. However, he finds himself placing his complete and utter attention towards you, eyes taking in and analyzing all your movements and small mannerisms. Even as he places a quick act upon his peers, he can't fake the way his brow slightly rises or how his pupils dilute when he gazes at you for the first time. And as skilled and applauded he is for his talents, even he can't help but gawk at you from afar even for those couple seconds.

Idia Shroud

Idia, who swears his hair sparked a red in that moment, matching the fuming hue that was growing on his face. It took all his willpower not to pull on his hoodie strings, hiding his visage from prying eyes. He is quite baffled with himself; he's seen this trope far too many times with the media he consumes, but is it really occurring with him? He could hardly think it as real, and yet there he stood being bested by his own heart. This must be some form of dream, he argued, that he was living as a protagonist within his head because you looked so perfect and he too bland— or so he perceives. But he fails terribly at masking it, his lip trembling slightly, hair tips still flaring a golden spark as he questions what to do.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus, who stared at you fondly within that very second. His features remained passive, his brow arching slightly as a blooming feeling overwhelmed his chest. Perhaps to others, his expression may have been seen as intimidating. But to those such as Lilia, within his expression; infatuation was evident, irises focused onto a single thing. A single person. He was shamelessly staring at that point, his eyes unable to look away from your own. If you catch him, he'll merely give you a small smile, a very very very faint red painting his cheeks. Because at that point, Malleus has already found you to be the most enchanting person he's ever laid his eyes upon.

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[thee-horny-thicky]

This might be a weird request. But I was looking for a Muzan or douma x reader. However whenever they get intimate- the female never moans. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy it she just isn’t very vocal which annoys and gives them a complex. The fact they can’t even get a human girl to moan annoys and frustrates them. She’s shy, little insecure (chubbier side) so never moans. Also doesn’t get off on general just touching etc. it excites her but doesn’t get her soaked.

Congratulations, Anon. You've been selected for 'Drafts Thicky Should Finish and Post Program!' I chose to do Douma for one because that's what past me chose to do. Anyway, enjoy!

Much didn’t hurt Douma’s pride. But you, a little human maid, succeeded easily. You were supposed to be a distraction, a way to get his dick wet. Then, when he was done with you, he’d turn you into a meal. You had a cute face and ample curves that’d keep him well-fed. At least, that was the plan, until you rejected him.

“I’m honored,” you’d said, a blush consuming your plump cheeks.

He remembered grinning smugly, thinking he had you in his trap. Then, you’d continued speaking, wiping his smile away.

“But I must decline your offer."

With that, you’d bowed and scurried away, leaving a shocked Douma in your wake.

Your rejection had lit a fire under Douma, spurring him to chase you until he finally got you in his bed. Somewhere along the way, he’d grown attached to you, the game of cat and mouse being played throwing a wrench in his plans to fuck and eat you. Through hours of stalking and harassing, he’d gotten to know you, and your gentle, bashful demeanor reminded him of Kotoha, when he’d first stumbled across her. Maybe that’s why, after he just finished fucking you, he had no interest in consuming your flesh. Or perhaps, it was because his mission felt incomplete. He’d bedded you, yes, but you barely made a peep. Your lip stayed firmly between your teeth, and when he managed to coax a sound out of you, it was only a few whimpers.

Worst of all, Douma didn’t think you came.

So, there he lay, stewing in frustration and humiliation, tangled in the sheets, his nude body pressed against yours. He had half the mind to snap your neck right there, for all the effort you were making him put in. But if he did, he’d have no chance to redeem himself. So, instead, he voiced what was on his mind.

“Was I not good?” he blurted, the question sounding absurd coming from his lips.

He was Upper Moon #2, irrefutably handsome, powerful, intelligent, and had a legion of loyal followers. He’d given many pleasure before you and would continue to give pleasure to many after you. Douma was more than good enough, he was amazing, and yet you had him questioning himself.

One day, you’d pay for that.

You looked at him, face flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, and eyes glossy. You looked thoroughly ravished, except you hadn’t fucking come.

“It felt good,” you said with a small smile, meant to be reassuring, but doing nothing for him. “I-I just don’t…”

You trailed off, then shook your head, looking away as your cheeks grew hotter. “Never mind. It’s silly. I…I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Tell me,” he ordered, feeling borderline desperate.

You sighed, then refocused on him. “I…I just don’t have intense orgasms. Really, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

He stared at you, not fully understanding. Never had he been with a woman who didn’t have a noticeable orgasm. Douma analyzed everything he’d done to you, which was rather tame compared to past encounters. He limited it to fingers and cock, too consumed with want to do anything else.

Oh.

Oh.

At that moment, he had a revelation, suddenly feeling like a dumbass. Penetration alone wasn’t enough for many women.

His gaze remained locked on yours, and the longer he stared, the more embarrassed your expression became. “Just forget I said anything,” you said pleadingly.

Absolutely not.

Instead of obliging, he sat up fully and crawled over your prone form. First, he kissed your neck, relishing in your soft gasp. He smiled against your skin. Already, you were proving his theory correct.

“Silly me, not savoring you properly,” he murmured as he kissed down your body, stopping at your breasts.

You squirmed, trying to escape his touch, but he held you in place

“Y-you don’t have to do this,” you panted, before whimpering when his tongue swirled around your pebbled nipples.

As he sucked and nibbled, he could feel your heartbeat quickening under his palm, smell your arousal, sense the blood pumping through your veins. The results he was getting just couldn’t be denied.

“But I want to,” he said, before switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention.

You moaned, back arching, hands tangling in his hair. Any protests you had died a quick death.

When he had his fill of your full tits, he resumed his descent, kissing your soft belly, then your wide hips, and finally your thick thighs. The smell of your wet heat had his mouth watering. He parted your legs, taking a moment to admire the slickness that greeted him, before leaning down and swiping his tongue along your slit. When your taste hit his taste buds, he groaned. You tasted so sweet. He imagined your flesh and blood would be just as flavorful.

When he spread your lower lips to have full access, he blew air onto your dripping sex, chuckling at your whimper and pathetic shoves. Teasingly, his tongue darted to sample some of your juices. The rich, tangy taste made his restraint snap. Not even a second later, he speared his tongue inside your core, nearly drooling at just how delectable you were, at the sweet sounds you were finally making.

“Oh!” you gasped, gripping the sheets and arching into his mouth.

He ate you with gusto, his eagerness reflecting his hunger for you, literal and metaphorical. Each move he made resulted in his nose bumping your clit, stimulating you further. Your shyness started to disappear, and soon, you were shamelessly grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure you’d been deprived of earlier.

Silly Douma, thinking his cock was the best part of him. Clearly, it was his mouth. Not only was he an excellent conversationalist, but his tongue could bring pleasure to any woman, a fact you were reaffirming.

He kept a firm grip on your thighs and hips, keeping you still as he feasted. To send you hurling toward the edge, he rubbed his thumb over your clit in quick, firm circles. Moments later, your body was tensing, your pussy clenching around his tongue as you came.

“Don’t stop, please!” you cried as you experienced your peak, moaning at the top of your lungs.

He had no intention to. He licked and fingered you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure until you were a sweaty, panting mess. He was content staying between your legs the rest of the night, finally sampling your flavor and pleasing you. It was a win/win, and most importantly, saw the return of the ego that defined him.

TLTR: Reader only has intense orgasms from having her pussy ate

[sukunasweetheart]

That schoolboy sukuna art you reblogged got me thinking🤔its a bit basic but still😵‍💫 tsundere bully!sukuna being so mean to popular!reader cause he likes her‼️ Anytime one of his friends suggest that he likes her, he gets 10x meaner. Meanwhile reader genuinely thinks the dude that just tore up her homework HATES her. Then one day he goes too far and really embarrasses her so she starts crying while her friends try to comfort her (he threw dirty water on her or something🤷‍♀️) Obviously readers had enough of him so she confronts him the next time they see each other alone, only for that dude to end up blurting out how much he likes her. Readers standing there flabbergasted😦🧍‍♀️ and then tells him off (he deserves it💀) . They dont see each other until their highschool reunion 5 years later(?) Sukunas matured alot but of course readers still hesitant to even talk to him. Blahblahblah he apologizes, reader forgives him after they hang out a few times and then BOOM dating‼️

This was such a anticlimactic end but i hope you get what i mean. Reader doesn't start liking him until monthsss after the reunion. Sukuna still seeing her as his first love/crush except he's not a weirdo about it anymore. And cause he probably just threw all his focus on taking over the family business (this is canon gege told me)

Literally i lowk fw this idea sooo hard... like childhood bully that grows up around you, little sukuna has always been a harrassing you ever since youve moved into the neighbourhood, and it carries over into highschool as well...

Its like, to the point where you have personal beef with him, always ready to square up when he's around...

but the fact that he never has his lackeys with him when he does bully you, and the one time someone did try to give you some silly treatment while he was watching, he gave him the beating of his life behind closed doors...

Sukuna having silly wet dreams of you and then being extra mean the next day. You retaliate physically, giving dainty little punches and kicks, you know, the kind that does zero damage, but for some reason he backs off easier than usual that day and walks away, muttering something under his breath, something that you can't quite hear clearly.

after all those years of pretending to hate you by calling you names and teasing you relentlessly, sukuna has the gall to confess right after graduation. he just blurts it out kind of accidentally, in the spur of the moment, because he feels like it'll be his last chance to ever come true with his feelings.

except, he ends up getting the scolding of his life, as you tell him off for the pestering way he's treated you, only for him to turn around and tell you he has feelings for you?! you tell him that it was cowardly of him, and he should take this as a lesson to treat the people he likes better, before turning on your heel and leaving him in the dust. you're his first love, and also his first heartbreak.

couple of years later, there's a highschool reunion happening, and although you wanted to avoid it because of the awkwardness of having to meet sukuna, you still ended up going because you really miss your old highschool friends.

you're at a nice restaurant with your buddies, enjoying your time, yet also noticing sukuna's missing presence in the back of your mind... you probably think he's not coming to avoid you. not that you care for it.

things were going smoothly, but then he eventually did show up. late to the party, as if he were the protagonist... everyone goes silent for a moment when he shows up, because he's arguably changed the most out of you all...

the rather bold tattoos done all over his body, piercings, and the black nail polish, how much he's bulked up in muscle. and that black button-up shirt is... well, very erotic. no longer that awkward, juvenile teenager you've always pictured him as. sukuna was never ugly per se, but goodness, this kind of glow up was really unexpected. and it turned out that he ended up taking over his family business, which kept him quite busy the past few years.

you catch his eye for a moment across the table, but you quickly look the other way. maybe he might've gotten hotter over the years, but you're not sure about that damn personality of his.

it seemed like he was finding it difficult to approach you in front of everyone else - he chases after you only when the meeting is over, and everyone had begun to go home. you feel a little nervous about the encounter, but the first thing he does is apologise, which gets you feeling a lot better about him as a person. sometimes, time does change a person.

and then sukuna tells you he wants to take you out for a meal, and asks you for your number... your old, easygoing self takes over for a moment. certainly a meal or two wouldn't hurt, would it?

(sukuna goes home and starts kicking his feet in bed that night, after scoring your number - beginning his lovesick era.)

[livingslime]

I'm honestly so in love with Anselm and the trope with yandere mc. Like imagine when he watches us sleep and then acts like nothing happened in the morning we greet him and tell him something like "so, how was stalking yesterday? I didn't snore right?" 😭 It's funny to me

Also, I think it's a beautiful trope. Anselm definitely needs someone who lets him take care of them.

Oh and!!! I have a question how would doctor react to someone flirting with mc? Would he switch to a more... dangerous side?

Also! I wonder how he would react if mc was jealous of something (for example him talking to a nurse or other patients) and mc immediately switches to being cold and mean to him?

I'm sorry if it's too many questions 😭😭 Im curious ^^

And thank you in advance for responding. I also think it's very sweet that you're interacting with fans!! ❤️🫡

Hi hi Sxcara !! ♡♡

OMGG Anselm would be like "YOU NEVER SNORE. I mean... whaaa? (ʘ ꒳ ʘ✿)" . Is such a silly!! (≧▽≦)

Yes!! He truly wants someone to love and call his own, which is the MC!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) ♡♡

Flirting with the MC?! short answer is, the MC would never see that person again. LOL മ◡മ . He would do it without the MC even knowing!

Anselm : Oh nooo, they're missing?

Anselm : Thats so saaaddd.

Anselm : *rubbing his hands together* (｀∀´)Ψ hehe....

He would do everything in his power to prove he doesn't care about them!! Usually his solution is quietly disposing them so he doesn't have this problem again in the future... and then begging the MC for their forgiveness (≧▽≦)

To Anselm, They're nothing more than nuisances in the way of what truly matters ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" yes yes!

But depending on how mean/cold the MC is to Anselm. It can really hurt his feelings. On the outside, He always tries to bottle how he feels, afraid to upset the MC even more. But if they say things like "I hate you" or other hateful comments, in the spur of the moment.

༼ ༎ຶ ᆺ ༎ຶ༽ He will crawl into himself, all the insecurities from his childhood flooding back. Feeling like that vulnerable kid again...

No worries Sxcara! You can ask away any time (´• ω •`) ♡

I love interacting with everybody! I feel very grateful for everybody here (⺣◡⺣)♡* hehe

Thank you for reaching out! ♡

[yanderenightmare]

nerd-kun tomura crushin on the pretty clerk at the comic shop🥺 she's always so sweet BUT THEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THE BOYFRIEND

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

TW: f!reader, creepy behavior, stalking-ish, obsession, incel-vibes

fem reader

It spurs from something so small. Something you forget by the next customer in line, whom you treat just the same, bagging their comics and figurines with a trained smile. But for Tomura, it’s special. How you dub his fifteen percent membership discount as a “pretty-boy discount,” or when you give him an extra stamp on his loyalty card and flash him a cheeky wink as though to say “just between us,” or when you smile so brightly, looking him right in his eyes when you tell him to “please come again soon, Tomu-kun~”

He can’t believe you even remember his name. A pretty girl like you.

It’s all a delusion. Deep down, he knows you just read it off the registry after scanning his membership card. But it feels too good to imagine you know who he is, to imagine you actually hope to see him come back soon.

His favorite thing to do is ask you to recommend him something new. To see you nod all eagerly, gushing while skipping about the aisles, helping him search.

“You must have a lot of time on your hands to be done with those volumes you bought last week, Tomu-kun.” You joke, scanning the shelves with him trailing after – hood pulled over the mess of his hair with hands shoved down the front pocket – now looking up from the shadow it cast – eyes wide.

You know my name… 

You snort, giggling. “Of course I know your name, silly.” 

His stupor shrivels into a blush, realizing he’d spoken out loud. But you don’t seem concerned by it – nor do you even notice as you stretch up on your tippy-toes to reach for a book. 

“I’d be a real airhead to forget it – you’re in here practically every day.” You flash him that trained smile – all pearly white with a breath of laughter – offering the book you’d just picked out for him to reach. “You’re becoming my best friend – I see you more than I see my boyfriend!”

Tomura doesn’t reply. Nor does he accept your hand-out.

He’s too caught up in your words. A wrinkle scrunching up between his brows – eyes slim while staring at you – feeling his temple pulse. 

That’s not very service-inclined of you to say. Customers don’t want to know you have a boyfriend. That ruins the fantasy. You’re supposed to be the friendly flirt – the girl that’s really too pretty to be a weeb but doesn’t know it herself – the one he can go home and fist his cock to while imagining he has a chance even though you’re way out of his league.

His crush on you was harmless.

But you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? Had to shatter the dream – dropping the boyfriend bomb, calling him your friend. Jeez, could you be any more obvious? That’s how you nice sweet polite girls like to say you��re not interested, right? 

You love the attention, but you snuff it out the moment it becomes too tedious, don’t you? 

Fucking bitch.

You regret it, right? When you get off work and wind up in the boot of his car with your pretty face taped shut.

He’s going to teach you a thing or two about true customer service.

[ohhiimjazzed]

NSFW Alphabet LMK Sun Wukong

CW: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex):

at first, he had to be told what made you comfortable, but after that, he's basically a pro. he's actually a very caring person to the people closest to him. that includes you.

B- Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and his partner's)

On himself: I know it's cliche, but tail. it's something that's unique about him. it's what makes a monkey a monkey. so he takes pride in having a tail. He's the Monkey King after all. He's going to be proud of the Monkey part of him.

On You: your hips. LOVE HANDLES MAN. He will grip onto your hips whenever he possibly can. From the front, from the back, doesn't matter. It also keeps him grounded during sex. he likes to feel that you're there with him and that you're real.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum inside if he can. it's either if he has a condom on, or if you are on birth control. (don't be silly, wrap your willie!). but if you're trying for a baby, oh, he is going to indulge in cumming inside you.

if he had to take another option, then he'll cum on your stomach or ass

D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's shapeshifted himself to have female anatomy before. and he's touched himself with those parts. it wasn't really a horny thing really. he was just curious to see how women masturbate

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Wukong is kind of a whore. He isn't a virgin by any means. But, this is the first time he's had sex with a human. Humans are a lot more fragile than demons. He's a bit scared he'll break you when you did it for the first time. by the time he learns your limits, he's good and he'll know what he's doing

F - Favorite Position (that goes without saying)

He's got a couple

The Lotus: (one partner is sitting in the other's lap while wrapping their legs around their partner) He's able to grasp your hips easy here, and he can hit it pretty deep

Doggy Style: (one partner is on their hands and knees while the other is behind them) again, he can grab your hips more easily with this position. plus it's a lot more animalistic. it unlocks the demon instincts in him.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's called you 'bro' during sex. it was one time and it was spur of the moment. did it ruin the mood? yes. was it hilarious? hell yes. what I'm trying to say, is that he's not afraid to crack a joke during sex

H - Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

the carpet matches the drapes because it's fur. he's a monkey. there's gonna be fur down there. but, when you come along he trims some of it so it doesn't get stuck up a hole or something

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can get really romantic when he wants to. he's got the duality of calling you 'bro' in bed, to whispering sweet nothings to you. he's a cheesy fuck tho. he'll do the rose petals and the candles

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

he's rubbed one out before. he'll do it to the thought of you either if you're gone or not in the mood. he won't force you into having sex with him so jacking off is the next best thing (look at him doing the bare minimum)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: bro will keep it inside you after he finishes if you ask for it. he wants to keep it there in hopes that you'll get pregnant (if you can). he's seen how loving and caring you are towards the baby monkeys. it makes him want to start a family with you.

Praise Kink: it goes both ways for this one. he likes to see how you react to him praising you. praise him too while you're at it. tell him how good it feels. he'll go harder and try to hit deeper. also he just wants to feel loved and make you feel loved.

Degradation: call him a good little whore. he'll love it

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

he'll do it in the bedroom (obviously) it's the most privacy, but he also doesn't mind doing it in places around FFM. you just gotta make sure the monkeys aren't able to catch you two. some of them are really young and we are not here to traumatize children

M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

PET HIS TAIL! Do it! I fucking dare you! He'll pounce on you if he's feeling it that day. His tail is sensitive man. He might even moan outright if you pet it during his rut/heat.

Also generally being in a heat/rut like state will get him going anyways. (this is demon terms not real monkey terms by the way)

N - No (something they're not willing to do, turn-offs)

will not physically hurt you unless he know's it's fine. the most he'll do is biting to mark you. he's still a bit cautious about your human physique. he sometimes forgets about his own strength and will leave bruises on your hips sometimes. he gets really guilty about that

O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, their skill, etc.)

he's more of a giver in this regard. he likes seeing you writhe in pleasure while he gives you head. pull his hair while he gives you head, he likes that. if you really wanna give him a blowie though, he'll be driven wild. will whimper

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more like slow and rough. he likes to tease you a bit by going back and forth from slow to fast. but he'll keep a good pace most of the time. when you're close to cumming, he'll go faster so you can chase your high

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a good quickie as much as the next guy. he'll do a quickie if he's really stressed though. it's a good release for you both. it's also a time when you can give him a blowie

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down for most of everything. for some things you've gotta talk to him about it and probably explain what it is. but that's only for a few kinks.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for? how long do they last?)

this bitch is immortal. he's got stamina for days. You have to be the one to call things off for the night because it's most likely he can keep going. he can even go all night if you're up for it

T -Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'll use toys, but you gotta be the one that owns them. he doesn't really have toys because of how isolated he was from humans before Lego Monkie kid began. he'll use the vibrator on you if you ask for it. hell, he'll even let you use a strap and peg him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

the definition of tease. he will edge you when you've been bad my guy. be fucking prepared. you have to like edging if you wanna have sex with him on a regular basis. he's not a monster tho, he'll let you cum, eventually

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

it depends on if he's on top or bottom. if he's on top, he'll let out some grunts and even a groan or two while he's pounding into you. if you're on top, he will whimper. DO IT. MAKE HIM WHIMPER AND WHINE FOR YOU

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon about the character)

after all that's happened throughout LMK, Wukong wants to repair his relationship with Macaque. He knows that it's going to take a lot of work and patience, and it'll never be like how it was. but, he wants to give it a try. there's a part of him that still cares about Macaque.

X - X -ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's about average size (4-5 inches) but he's a shapeshifter, so he can change the size to experiment. he tried to make it nine inches and holy jesus you couldn't fit that in you without a bit of prep.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he'll do it about 4-5 times a week. he won't do it when MK is over to train with him though. it's too much of a risk to have him walk in on you two. he can't risk having his student looking at him with disgust

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

he'll clock out when you're all taken care of for the night. if you're having a bath afterward, he'll probably be out by then. once you get in the bed, he's reaching for you. it's cute

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okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[snowball-doie]

✮⋆˙ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ˙⋆✮

| pairing: johnny x manager!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI.

| aurora's note: i want to preface this with the fact that this book's original form is written as an AU (semi original plot tbh) and has been adjusted for posting as an NCT fic, so not everythingggg is going to be perfectly NCT, and i do some timeline fuckery as well. but ya. keep in mind this is somewhat of an AU as you go into it <3

Truthfully, it was a spur of the moment decision which Aurora felt wouldn’t have anything come out of it. Her life was good, she had a solid job which she enjoyed, she had one or two close friends whom she enjoyed hanging out with after work or on the weekends, and she had ample opportunity to go back to the United States to visit her family whenever she wanted. But she was itching for something new. Maybe she had gotten too comfortable with the securities in her life. It felt like it was time for a challenge, and she longed to meet new people whom she felt completely drawn to rather than settling with. Yeah, it was shitty to think, but it was true. So Aurora took a silly, off the whim chance to apply to be the new manager for a K-Pop group in Seoul called NCT 127.

The group had been around for a long time, even before Aurora got her current job; So it came as a surprise when their long-time manager was fired following some very public scandals concerning his behavior and conduct with the boys. Of course she doubted her ability to actually replace him. Aurora knew her place well ever since moving abroad following college— Being a foreigner and a woman set her back in many opportunities which she craved. Applying was for shits and giggles… But the fact that she actually managed to get the job was what surprised Aurora the most. Her luck was probably far better because she knew English, Korean, and Japanese, which were all the three main languages of NCT. Whatever, a win was a win in her book.

On the day the email came in, Aurora was at work, finishing up a project so that she could send it for confirmation before posting on social media. When she saw the notification from the company that owned NCT, SM Entertainment, her jaw dropped. She wondered if they sent the email to the wrong person. But no. Her name was listed at the top in Korean and English, and there were details outlining how she was their ideal candidate for the position, so they were offering her a nice pay and a long lasting contract to secure the deal, if she wanted to accept.

Of course she accepted. She wasn’t fucking stupid.

So she quit her job, packed up her belongings, found a new place to live in Seoul, made all the other necessary arrangements, then said, “Fuck it,” and went. Beforehand, she was based in Japan and would fly to Korea every once in a while for work since she was mostly a freelancer that focused on esports and content creation for different J-Pop and K-Pop groups, but this was the first real opportunity she’d been given in Asia, so she knew that she would have to move indefinitely because it was obviously unrealistic to stay in Japan while working in Seoul.

Once she moved, she lived about ten minutes away from the SM building by subway. On her first day, Aurora was shocked when she exited the station and found that the office was right on top of it, like she only had to walk a few feet to the entrance and suddenly she was inside. At least she would never get lost.

When she entered the building, Aurora was immediately greeted by a woman who approached her with a smile and a security guard on her heels. She stuck out her hand for Aurora, then introduced herself as an executive at SM who would be showing Aurora around and getting her settled in on her first day. It was overwhelming from the get-go. Aurora was too shell shocked to say or do anything aside from following the woman, Seyeon, through security on the first floor, then up to the second floor where the front desk gave her an employee badge with her name and photo on it that would give her access to anywhere in the building, as well as a laptop with all the work information she would need. Once all of that was settled, a quick tour around the office went underway. Floor by floor, Aurora was told what each department did, who to contact in each department, how to reserve meeting rooms, and so on. Since Aurora was a manager, she would be handling a lot having to do with the boys’ schedules, so she was also shown the recording studios, the dance rooms, and also how to schedule those for the boys too.

“Speaking of the boys, they’re up on one of the top floors today— They’re rehearsing for a new comeback, according to their schedules left behind by their previous manager. You’ll find everything in the Google Calendars on your computer. If you want to see them, go ahead, I’ll have to leave you here so I can catch a meeting with our casting executives in Los Angeles before they have to go to sleep.” Seyeon checked her watch then smiled up at Aurora. “This is your office. Decorate it how you want, I know you Americans like to do that… Um… If you need anything, send me a message on Teams. Other than that, there’s a list of items you need to complete before the end of the day, and I’ll check in at the end of the week to see how you’re doing. Sound good?”

Aurora nodded and bowed. “Thank you.”

Seyeon smiled before stomping off in her high heels, her hips swaying with so much confidence and suave that Aurora immediately found herself aspiring to be like her one day. She had to work her ass of a fuck ton before then. No time like the present, she supposed.

So Aurora sat down at her desk in her office… Behind her were three windows that let in plenty of natural sunlight when the blinds weren’t pulled down, her desk was big enough to accommodate the monitor, keyboard, and mouse provided by the company and there was even a stand for Aurora’s own laptop to be plugged into the monitor as well. There was a chair across from her so that she could host people for meetings, but there was plenty of space on the far wall for a couch if she could ever afford one to decorate her office with. That would be comfier.

Aurora leaned down to turn on the PC that was under her desk. While it booted up, she leaned back and spun in her office chair to look out the windows. Up and down the street there were just skyscrapers filled with all different kinds of businesses, no one concerned with the entertainment company that lured over the rest of them— The only people who cared were the confused fangirls coming out of the subway station in search of the merchandise store the company ran nearby. From Aurora’s office, the people on the street looked like ants. She was so high up… And she had an entire office all to herself. What were the odds? Her computer turned on, so her attention turned around to it again, and the first thing she did was login to her new Google work account so that she could review the boys’ schedules on Google Calendars.

As expected, it was messy, but it was worse than she could have ever fucking imagined. Each of the boys had a separate calendar that was shared with their managers and assistants, and there was a shared calendar for NCT 127 events, so there was plenty of overlap and tons of conflicts which Aurora could already foresee giving her a fuck-ton of trouble. Shit. Those boys were so busy, how did they possibly manage it all?

When she checked Teams next, she found a to-do list already waiting for her in her inbox. Upon reviewing everything while writing notes down on paper so that she had it all set in stone in her mind, she realized that none of it was difficult, it was just scheduling and emailing which she had done at her last job plenty of times. The minimal workload for the day meant that Aurora expected to be out of the office before the end of the day, which she didn’t like too much, so she decided to take another moment to take in her surroundings since she could spare the time.

Her office was fairly basic. They had all the furniture set up  for her the way every other office was organized, but that was it— Not even a nice framed painting on the opposite wall or something. Aurora wondered about decorating. Seyeon said that she could indeed decorate if she wanted to because that was an American thing, and despite the back handed comment, Aurora wanted to spruce up her work space. She figured that she would try to keep it lowkey since she didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention by sticking out like a sore thumb more than she already did. Maybe a picture from home on her desk… and a picture from her favorite spot in Japan with her old friends? Yeah, that would be nice. She’d have to get some things printed and framed, but that wouldn’t be too difficult, she could have everything set up by the weekend.

When she finally felt settled at her desk with the workload she’d been given, Aurora checked the Google Calendar one more time to find that the boys were meant to be returning from their lunch break to continue practicing for their new comeback, like Seyeon said. So she gathered her courage then decided to make her way up. Putting her new employee badge to the test, she entered the elevator then scanned her badge before heading up to the practice floor the boys were on.

Unlike the floor where the offices were, the tenth floor was revealed to be nothing but a thin hallway stretching out from the elevator with doors on either side every few feet to indicate a new practice room’s entryway. The rooms were numbered with black plaques at eye level on the gray doors, below the plaques were screens that lit up if the rooms were in use or scheduled for an upcoming reservation to prevent people from hosting impromptu practices at the same time. Aurora found the second door on the left— Room number four— which also had a screen lit up with: NCT 127 CLOSED REHEARSAL written in English, surprisingly. “Closed rehearsal.” Well, she was their manager, wasn’t she? She was entitled to entering a closed rehearsal.

The elevator dinged, catching Aurora off guard before she could grab the door handle. And for whatever reason, perhaps out of embarrassment or even fear, Aurora stepped back from the door to glance at the elevator’s opening doors. A frog got caught in her throat the second she saw who it was stepping into the hallway with an iced Americano in his left hand, his phone in his right hand, Airpods in his ears, a gym bag slung across his torso which was only covered by a thin white tank top that was tucked into a pair of green sweatpants. When he saw that there was someone in his path, the man glanced up and took out his Airpods.

Of course Aurora immediately recognized who she was dealing with, but she didn’t make a big deal of it, all she said was, “Hello,” in Korean. Johnny smiled at her and said, “Hi,” in English before he opened the door for her. Though she was expecting something more polite than that, Aurora still didn’t say anything that would give either of them away before she entered the practice room with Johnny following behind her. The others were already inside and warming up in separate areas. Some had headphones in while they stretched after eating their lunches, others were huddled in groups to chat while they slowly began dancing in order to loosen up.

The choreographer was the first to spot Aurora standing in the doorway. He took a moment to silently figure out who she was before he whistled in the direction of Taeyong, the leader of NCT, to catch his attention in order to call for the rest of the group— Which he did. Taeyong took a look at Aurora, realized that she was the blonde foreigner they hadn’t been expecting, and within an instant he was up on his feet.

“Everyone, gather around.”

The seven other boys groaned and slowly began moving into formation. However, Taeyong was not impressed by their improper behavior in front of their new manager. He was frowning at them. Suddenly, he shouted at them to be more respectful, and the fear instigated by his tone kicked the boys into full gear. They ordered themselves in a line in front of her so that she could get a good look at each of them.

Aurora bowed deeply at the hip while politely greeting with, “Annyeonghaseyo.”

The boys, while still in a line in front of her, followed Taeyong's lead after he called out, “Hana, dul, set!” by replying to her with a salute and a bow, “Annyeongaseyo! To you, we are NCT 127!”

She smiled at them. No one said anything. Panic settled in her stomach. After glancing around, she realized that they were all waiting for her to say something to them.

She gulped. “I’m very excited to be working with you guys. I promise to do my best and not overwork you, to the best of my ability.” She giggled anxiously. “It may be very Western, but my office door will always be open for you, so if you ever need anything or wish to voice your concerns, I invite you to do so.” She nodded with an even brighter smile to indicate that she was done.

Jungwoo raised his hand.

“Ne?”

“Are you fluent in Korean?”

“Not yet.”

“English?” Mark asked.

She nodded. “It’s my native language.”

“Nihongo?” Yuta questioned.

“Hai.”

Within an instant, his face brightened ten times more from the dull, exhausted, bored look he’d been presenting previously. She smiled at him. Before joining SM, Aurora researched each of the members she would be working with, secretly putting together notes and files filled with everything that she would need to know about them before arriving— Not just to impress, but so that she could fit in easier and have them warm up to her faster. When she saw in Yuta's notes that he was from Japan and had struggled to learn Korean when he first moved to Seoul as a teenager, Aurora knew that speaking Japanese with him would help because it would win her kudo points with him that wouldn’t be transferable to any of the other members except Shotaro, but who knew when she would get around to meeting him, and if he’d be interested in hanging out with her when he was already trying to fit in on his own. Seeing Yuta react so visibly, though, was a relief. Aurora had faith that speaking Japanese with him would land well, but there was always that small bit of anxiety lingering in the back of her mind that maybe he would despise her for it… She didn’t know why she imagined it going that way, but… She was relieved that he was just as excited as she was.

“What’s your birth year?” Haechan asked.

“1996.”

That made her younger than Taeyong and Johnny, so they didn’t have to show her the same degree of respect that the others had to.

When it was clear there were no remaining questions, Taeyong stepped forward and told them that they needed to warm up while he brought them up individually to introduce themselves to Aurora. Immediately, they went to work. They huddled up in a corner to do stretches together, but Taeyong came towards Aurora with Haechan.

He bowed to Aurora while stating his name and that he was a vocalist and the maknae of 127.

“What’s your favorite food?”

He stared at her blankly. “I, uh… Kimchi jjigae.”

“Same. We should get some together sometime, my treat.”

He looked warily at Taeyong. It was obvious that he was used to droning the same work information time and again that he wasn’t prepared for Aurora to take an interest in him personally and wanting to invite him out.

“Ne,” he told her.

Taeyong smiled supportively before sending his maknae back to collect the third youngest, Jungwoo.

“Anyounghaseyo. I’m Jungwoo. I’m a vocalist. I do the fanservice and aegyo.”

“Do you… enjoy that?

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you write up some of your jokes when you’re bored?”

He looked like he had just been caught with his pants down around his ankles, that was how shy and red he got when he nodded vaguely. “Ne…”

“You should show me one of these days.”

Suddenly, he perked up again— Like a dog whose ears go tall and they start wagging their tail excitedly as they bark like he did when he said confidently, “Ne!”

“You like to dance, too, right?”

“Ne.”

“Show me today.”

And that set him off like a dog too, immediately jumping to go back to the choreographer so that he could push along the process of starting practice even while the rest of the boys still had to introduce themselves to her.

“This is our second youngest,” Taeyong explained in broken English, bringing another member over with him.

Honestly, if Aurora had to guess without any prior information, she would have taken one look at Mark and guessed that because of his height and baby face that he was the youngest and not Haechan. Despite his height and the assumption that he was young, Mark was by far one of the most impressive members of the entire group since he was also the leader of NCT Dream, so both he and Haechan had to juggle two sets of group schedules along with their own personal schedules, which Aurora imagined was a complete nightmare to do. Yet Mark didn’t seem fazed at all. He didn’t look any more tired than the other boys in the room, he looked ready for practice, eager to meet Aurora, and almost relieved that there was yet another English speaker with them.

“The Canadian,” Aurora said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

That threw him for a loop a little bit because Mark looked like he had anticipated Aurora speaking to him in their native language but she chose to stick with Korean. He went along with it, “Nice to meet you too.”

He then formally introduced himself with his long list of credentials that Aurora found to be so impressive before she even touched down in Seoul. He was the culprit for busiest Google Calendar which was sure to give Aurora a panic attack at some point later down the line— Which he himself knew and actually apologized for in their initial meeting, making Aurora laugh and reassure him that it would be alright.

“Is it okay if we talk in English sometimes?” he asked shyly. “It’s nice to give my brain a break once in a while— But we don’t have to—”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

He relaxed with relief washing over his body. “Thank you.”

“We’ll have to go over that schedule of yours soon so that we’re on the same page, we’ll talk in English then.”

He bowed at the hips slightly. “Thank you.” And then he looked at his leader, “Hyung…”

Taeyong nodded, approving Mark's request to return to practice. With one last quiet, “Thank you,” and another, “Nice to meet you,” Mark hurried off with a smile on his face, prompting the rest of the boys to give him a hard time. Aurora grinned. Their unconditional brotherly love for each other was entirely contagious to the point Aurora had to pry her gaze away so that she wouldn’t laugh anymore and appear unprofessional on her first day.

“Jae!” Taeyong called out.

A man wearing glasses and an oversized hoodie who was lounging on the couches heard his name being called out and moved. Well, he certainly made an impression on her by sneezing so loudly and suddenly when it was his turn to go meet her. One second he was pushing himself up to his feet while smiling welcomingly in her direction, the next he was apologizing and turning to the side to let out an earth shattering sneeze that took Aurora by surprise, but none of the others flinched a bit. Must’ve been a common occurrence for him.

“Mianhaeyo,” he apologized shyly, faltering a few steps closer towards her before holding his ground and bowing. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun. I’m a vocalist.”

“And a rapper.”

Jaehyun blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I wouldn’t say that…”

“I would. You do a good job, don’t doubt your talent, I have a pet peeve for that kind of thing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she then complimented him with a smile to boost his energy up a bit.

“Same here.”

Since they’d already bowed to each other plenty, Jaehyun reached out for a polite Korean-style handshake which shocked Aurora with how strong and sturdy he really was, like all those muscles of his weren’t actually just for show like some people thought.

“I’ll send over Doyoung,” Jaehyun said to both Aurora and Taeyong before he turned to grab another member’s attention.

Though he was loud with the members, the second Doyoung approached Aurora, he suddenly had nothing to say to her. It wasn’t out of disrespect or anything like that— He didn’t give that kind of vibe— Aurora guessed that he was shy around new people, and that maybe he wasn’t sure what to say to Aurora, so she decided to keep it brief in order to let him warm up to her over time.

Yuta and Aurora clicked almost immediately because she impressed him with her ability to speak to him fluently in Japanese— She was sure that it came as both a surprise and a relief, which was why he clung so quickly. However, things didn’t fall into place with anyone as easily… But that was okay! It was her job to be there, so she wasn’t meant to be besties with them, even though she had hoped in an ideal world that they would have been so that going to work wouldn’t be an awkward endeavor. She figured she’d stick to Yuta's side for a bit. With him, she could get comfortable around the boys who weren’t as easy to get along with, like Johnny.

Still wearing that thin white tank top and loose green sweatpants, he approached her casually and shook her hand like an American would, no bowing necessary, and in English, he introduced himself briefly, “Johnny Suh. Pleasure.”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied in Korean.

She didn’t wish to start off on the wrong foot, giving him any indication that it was okay to treat her differently than the other boys would. They were in Korea, she knew Korean, he was fluent, everyone else spoke in Korean. They would speak to each other in Korean. Though he was older, she had positional seniority over him, so he had to go with her flow.

Johnny smiled at her. “Welcome to our humble company.”

He was the jokester of the group, there was no doubt about it. If Aurora had to describe his humor, she would have referenced boomers who had an old wit about them and thought the smallest details were fun to point out, though they weren’t— And while it was endearing, Aurora didn’t quite understand it. Some of his jokes made her laugh, but most of them had her confused. She could have blamed it on translation errors if it weren’t for the fact that he was American, too, and many of his jokes had an English punchline in order to include Aurora as much as possible. She sighed a lot in response to his dad jokes. She could tell that he was trying to impress her, but her soul would die just a little bit here and there, which would only make the other boys laugh more in reaction. 

“What’s your position?” Aurora asked him.

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“No, ma’am.”

Aurora looked at Taeyong who nodded as well, reaffirming Johnny's answer. Huh. Interesting. All the others had introduced themselves with a role within the group, but not Johnny.

“How come?”

“I joined 127 later than the others… All the others were taken… I’m the spare, I suppose.”

Aurora rolled her eyes again. How could he make fun of himself like that? She knew from her research that he had debuted later, despite his long run as a rookie at the company since he was a kid, so he earned his spot in the group more than anyone, if she had to argue on his behalf. Maybe it hurt less to make fun of himself. Maybe, like Jungwoo, Johnny hid behind his humor so that people wouldn’t pry or know that he was upset or uncomfortable.

“But you’re the oldest in NCT.”

“Ah, yes, the grandpa.”

“Well, if you had to pick a role, what would it be? Rapper?”

“Sure.”

“Dancer?”

“Why not?”

Aurora crossed her arms and squinted at him. “Token foreigner?”

“Fuck it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, you win.” She sent him off just as quickly as he had approached her.

“Pleasure, like I said.” He lazily saluted to her with two fingers and a grin before walking off.

Taeyong was the last to introduce himself. Though he was the second oldest, he was the leader of NCT, so he waited patiently for his juniors to politely interact with Aurora before he finally had his chance. Aurora was surprised by how put together he seemed. There was no sneezing, no blushing or awkward bowing, and he didn’t give her any lip like his hyung. Taeyong was an incredibly well mannered man who bowed so deeply at the hip that anyone could have been tricked into thinking that Aurora was a far more important and respectable person than she actually was; and when he introduced himself, he chanted it like he was a squad leader in the military, listing off his name, his credentials, and how grateful he was for having a new manager. Most importantly, he hoped that they could be good friends.

Aurora understood that as leader, Taeyong was the mouthpiece for his members. If there were anything they felt they couldn’t say directly to her, then it would come from Taeyong. That meant that they needed to work together well. It wouldn’t be efficient if they didn’t have an open line of communication and were on bad terms. Both of them knew that. So though their introductions felt kind of forced because of that, Aurora recognized that from what she knew about Taeyong through her research that they would get along just fine because of their dedicated work ethics and love for the industry.

“Do you mind if I watch some of your practice today?” she finally asked him with a hopeful smile.

Taeyong stopped breathing for a moment. “You want to… watch? Why?”

“I’d like to see how you guys interact with each other and perform when there are no cameras so that I can get to know you better before we really get to work. I promise I’ll be quiet, you won’t even know I’m here.”

He checked with the head choreographer who was eavesdropping because he was impatiently waiting to begin his practice. Once Taeyong received a confident nod, he looked back at Aurora. “You might get bored, but we don’t mind.”

She chuckled. “Thank you.”

Finally, the choreographer got to call for the boys’ attention so that they filed into a huddle around him in order to look at the iPad he was holding to review their formation for the next part of the choreography. Aurora took a seat on the couch that was now abandoned since the boys were getting to work. She tried to make herself small by crossing her legs and keeping her hands on her lap, and she tried not to be a disturbance at all so she stayed completely silent— Not even a cough or a hiccup.

The boys fanned out to get in position, then they followed the choreographer’s lead as he showed them the second chorus of the song in one go before turning to them and starting the music over for them to give it a shot. Aurora was shocked by how quickly they picked it up. They moved lazily, but the idea of the choreography was there, and they all practiced in their own ways to make sure that they got the timing right before they perfected the technique the next time the music started over. She knew that she wouldn’t have been able to pick up an entire chorus worth of dancing in just one go, but that was why they were the professionals and she was just there to gawk at them in wonder.

Some were better than others. Johnny was one of the best, even though he was always put in the back because of his height and lack of lines in the song. Taeyong was very specific about everyone else. If he noticed that they were out of sync or their technique wasn’t perfect, he sniped it every time and called it out to make sure they made the proper adjustments until he was content and they could move on. Mark was still as impressive as Aurora assumed he would be— He was positioned all over the place, he had a long segment of bars so he was stationed at the front of the formation for a fair bit of the choreography, and he was absolutely perfect from the get-go.

For about an hour, the boys worked on just the one chorus while Aurora watched. Even though there were still a few more hours left of rehearsals for the boys, Aurora realized that she needed to get back to her work so that it didn’t look like she wasn’t doing anything. Quietly, she decided to make her leave. She collected her things, pushed herself to her feet, then began walking towards the exit. However, just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by a tall figure running over to her and standing between her and the door, his hand on the door handle like he was going to open it for her.

“Hey, so if you ever need any help with translations or something, I’m pretty good at that stuff.”

Aurora stared up at Johnny, expressionless.

“Since you’re still learning Korean and all…”

Still, she wasn’t fazed.

“Just, uh, let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand from these idiots and I’ll translate for you.” He chuckled nervously.

“I can handle it. But thanks, all-rounder.”

Johnny grinned like he was imagining fighting back against her snarkiness that was brought on by his unwillingness to supply her with an actual group position due to feeling inferior to his colleagues. Instead, Johnny just nodded respectfully instead of fully bowing. Aurora took that as a sufficient reply, then left.

Immediately after practice, Aurora got to work. She didn’t believe in delaying her list of to-dos any longer than necessary, so in the days following meeting the 127 boys, she was holed up in her office, trying to learn the ways of working at SM while trying her best to blend in. Obviously she stood out amongst the others. It was hard not to notice the new employee in the first place, but the fact that she was a pale, blonde, plus size foreigner made it impossible for her to try to be like everyone else. She had to accept that she was different and that it was okay to not immediately click with her coworkers. However, her hard work seemed to pay off because everyone in the cafeteria only complimented her work ethic instead of judging her in Korean— Which benefited the other staff members, too, because they slowly learned that Aurora knew Korean and suddenly any and all gossip about her halted in the hallways, cafeteria, and meeting rooms whenever she was around.

After about a week, when things became normal, Aurora attended every single one of the NCT 127 dance practices, despite her own work she had or should have been doing at her desk— Which she figured most of the boys didn’t understand at first since every other manager at all other companies didn’t operate the way she did. None of them cared about boring dance practices. They didn’t care about the repetitive process of recording the music. Managers cared about focusing specifically on the scheduling and wrangling of their members, which Aurora understood, but it was important to her to be as involved as possible because of how fascinating it was, but also because as they warmed up to her, they allowed her to have a say in some of their practices. Taeyong liked that. Aurora was the only one who was as strict as he was, yet she still respected the choreographers themselves, so she obviously never interfered whenever they were teaching or when the choreographers were there to oversee. On the days she was allowed to speak, however, she would sit on the floor, playing the music for them, pausing it when there was a note when she or Taeyong wanted to give, and she called for water and rest breaks.

Whenever Aurora had meetings, Taeyong would come along with her, even though he technically wasn’t supposed to. At some point it became common at the company that he and Aurora were breaking the norm for what was expected of them. The execs stopped questioning it, the choreographers welcomed Aurora into every practice, Taeyong was given the chance to speak on behalf of the NCT members in meetings, and so on. They were like the mom and dad of the group. They kept everything oiled and running. Because of that, the two of them were attached at the hip most of the time, so he and Yuta were the only ones Aurora felt she could go to about everything— To the extent that Taeyong eventually started calling her “noona” out of habit even though he didn’t have to, or really shouldn’t have because of their ages.

It was because of Taeyong and Yuta that the others felt comfortable enough to cling to Aurora as quickly as they did. She noticed that it happened in a very specific order— One which told her everything she needed to know about each of their personalities. First it was Doyoung, someone who appreciated Taeyong's advice and input, so once he knew that Taeyong trusted Aurora wholeheartedly, Doyoung also began going to Aurora for help. She was a good ear to him. If he was ever frustrated, or overwhelmed with a million swirling thoughts in his head, then Aurora would hear him out and find the right thing to say in return.

Haechan was after Doyoung. She chalked it up to the fact that they went out to dinner together semi-frequently, specifically out to get kimchi jjigae, as promised. Haechan knew a good spot where he enjoyed getting stew, so Aurora followed him there while making it very clear that as his superior she would be paying the bill in order to treat him, so he didn’t have to be the gentleman and try to steal the bill away. Haechan, the little gremlin he was, accepted with a gleeful smile and a pep in his step. Outside of that, however, Aurora could tell that Haechan was a bit nervous to be out and about with her— Which she could understand because he was an idol and she was a woman, so there would always be people out there who could get the wrong idea and spin terrible lies until they would take on a life of their own and start negatively impacting both Aurora and Haechan. She tried to not think about it. She kept her distance from him, she tried not to look at him too long or smile too much, and she definitely didn’t do anything flirty.

“Don’t worry,” she told him as they sat down at a table in the restaurant and she caught him nervously looking left and right, “I’ve got this down to a science.”

He smiled gently at that.

Aurora looked around to see if there would be any problems. Standing at the register in the back corner was an old man whose hair was nearly gone, his wrinkles had taken over his face, and his back was perpetually hunched forward to show that he had spent his life behind that very same register. Behind him, sitting down in a chair, scrolling through her phone by looking at the screen under her glasses and down the bridge of her nose with her mouth stretched open in concentration, was likely the ahjussi’s wife— Aurora only assumed because of their matching wedding rings and the fact that the ajumma was wearing an apron. As for patrons, there weren’t any concerns. Sitting in the back corner opposite the register was an old couple who weren’t saying a word as they slurped down their kimchi jjigae.

“Jogiyo!” Haechan shouted, still in an indoor voice, waving his hand around for the waiter’s attention.

The old man looked up from the register while grabbing his order pad before noticing that it was Haechan who called out for him, and when his eyes settled on Aurora again, he beckoned his wife over alongside him. Aurora watched from the sidelines as Haechan welcomes them like old friends. It was clear from the get-go that they knew each other well because of how comfortably they were talking about everything except what the order. Eventually, their attention diverted to Aurora. With big smiles, they inspected her from head to toe, trying to figure out if she knew Korean or if they wanted to stretch out their English skills by using her as a guinea pig.

“Is this your girlfriend?” They both asked, looking at Aurora.

Haechan chuckled. “Aniyo—”

Aurora politely introduced herself in Korean to them, bowing her head, telling them her name, and explaining that she was his new boss and as such was treating him to dinner.

Their smiles widened. “Ah, well…” They seemed genuinely surprised by Aurora’s Korean skills. “We hope you enjoy our food. And hopefully Haechan-ah doesn’t give you too much trouble at work.”

Haechan blushed.

The wife took that as her cue to scurry to the kitchen behind a cloth “doorway” while the husband continued to chat with Haechan for another minute or so before he went to ring in their order officially on their thirty year old manual cash register.

“They were the first non-celebrities I met who treated me like a normal person after I debuted. For about two years, they had no clue who I was, so they would always ask about school, girls, my family…” Haechan chuckled before bringing his water glass up to his lips. “Now that they know, they still pester me about all of that and work. They think that I should have a girlfriend regardless of being an idol.”

Aurora poured some water for herself. “And what is school, girls, and family life like for you?”

“Non-existent.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, I moved away from home before I could finish school properly, so even though I graduated high school, I’ve never really considered a higher education than that because I’m so busy with work. Girls…” He shrugged and moved on, “I don’t get to see my family often… because of work… I haven’t been home in years, they usually come to me. My sister works hard but says she’s going to quit in order to take care of her son soon because he’s a handful. One of my brothers makes close to what I make, financially speaking, so he wants practically nothing to do with me, while the other one makes next to nothing so he leeches off of me.” He sarcastically grinned and let out an exacerbated laugh. “Life of an idol.”

“Sounds like you’ve been over it for a while.”

“Work? No—”

“No, I mean the side effects of work.”

“Oh, that? Yeah… Not much I can do about it, though.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Haechan smiled at her gratefully.

When the food arrived, the ahjussi placed Aurora’s bowl in front of her first out of respect, then handed Haechan his more casually. Aurora thanked him with a bright smile. He seemed charmed by her, for being a foreigner who seemed to understand the culture and fit in so well. He looked endeared.

After Haechan said a quiet prayer, the two of them dug into their meals. All it took was one bite to make Aurora melt into her seat. She swallowed and immediately sat up, spinning around to look at the ahjussi and the ajumma who were huddling around the cash register to spy on Aurora, eagerly awaiting her reaction. They were definitely entertained when she called out to them, “This is the best kimchi jjigae I’ve ever had. It’s delicious, thank you!” before digging in for more. Haechan laughed out of embarrassment. Americans could be loud, Aurora was no stranger to that, but she had to show her appreciation for her new favorite restaurant in town, all thanks to the youngest member sitting across from her.

The meal helped to break down Haechan's personal defenses that protected his life and deep thoughts. Having a delicious, warm, spicy kimchi jjigae on a hot day was all he needed to finally start spilling all of his thoughts and feelings to her without any worries about saying too much or being too personal with his boss. And Aurora didn’t dare to slow him down. The thing she was most desperate for at her new job was trust amongst each other, and if Haechan could truly trust her with all of his struggles and achievements, then she was making the progress she was actively striving for; and who was she to tell him to shut up, anyhow? Of course she would never pry— That would be an incredible invasion of his privacy. But in return for his honesty, Aurora opened up about her life too, telling him everything about herself that she had already told Yuta and Taeyong when they were going out for dinners as well.

“Do you see yourself working here forever?” he finally asked her after his last bite.

Aurora shrugged. “I go where the wind takes me… Right now, I don’t see myself going anywhere else.”

Haechan smiled happily before pulling out his wallet to go pay at the register where the ahjussi and ajumma were still eavesdropping, though they were playing naive when they were caught.

Soon after Haechan and Aurora’s dinner dates, the rest of the pieces fell into place. Jungwoo, Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun all took to her— In that order— each of them having their own unique way to connect with her over time. It was a relief. She’d tried so hard to get on their good side, and it was finally paying off.

The first concert of the season approached faster than Aurora expected. One second she was still getting adjusted to working at SM, the next she was being thrown to the wolves by having to manage an entire boy group’s concert on her own. Well, not on her own. Of course she had Yuta and Taeyong by her side, and there were a million assistants and department heads who were there to help, but Aurora still felt alone in the endeavor since it was her first concert with them. It was her first test too. Not only were the execs keeping a close eye on her during her “transition period,” but the boys were also watching to see how she would do. Would she prepare well, perform well under pressure, adjust accordingly when things would inevitably go awry and she would have to problem solve on the spot? Aurora trusted herself to do all of that but she was a stranger to them, they weren’t sure how much they could trust. She knew that she couldn’t fumble. She couldn’t have a single hiccup. Because if she fucked up one thing, then all of the effort she had put into earning everyone’s trust and respect would crumble to pieces within a blink of an eye after trying for so long to build it up from the ground.

All of the pressure on her shoulders seemed overwhelming the morning of the concert. Before then, Aurora had maintained her cool— Never wavering in the face of difficulties. But that morning sucked. She woke up in a bad mood, nothing seemed to be going her way, and she worried that all of that bad luck was going to carry over into the concert which was a terrifying thought. So she did the first thing she thought of as a solution. She called Taeyong. For the first ten minutes of the call, Taeyong let her just rant into his ear without a single bit of input from him, and it felt relieving to get everything off her chest; but even better than that was the feeling of hearing him reassure her that it would be okay. She was going to be okay. Everything was going to turn out alright. He was right, of course. Obviously he was right. Aurora knew it even before she dialed his number, but hearing it from him, someone who had just as much of a right to not trust her and instead judge her, made all the difference in the world. He lit the fire under her ass that she needed to immediately get to work.

Aurora was at the concert venu first thing in the morning to oversee things as they were being set up. Honestly speaking, however, she was there before most people were… There wasn’t much to “oversee” until crew members showed up to start building the stage, setting up the floor chairs, working on the lights, stuff like that. So Aurora spent her time greeting people as they trickled in slowly while she multitasked setting up the boys’ green room to be perfect for them and all of the staff members whenever they would arrive. The stylists needed their own space in one corner to get the boys dressed, the makeup and hair teams needed the entire wall lined with mirrors and make up tables to pretty the boys up, and the boys needed chairs to lounge in while they would wait for call time.

The boys weren’t scheduled until later in the morning to early afternoon, so it was mainly just Aurora keeping herself busy with tasks that came up randomly while dealing with the shocked looks of staff members who didn’t expect to see her there so early. But the looks on the boys’ faces when they did start to appear was priceless. Mark and Jungwoo arrived together, and they nearly fell over when they saw Aurora rushing around the halls of the stadium with a stylist in search of a necklace that fell somewhere between the car that brought the outfits and accessories and the green room where they were setting up. Johnny came on his own, and when he saw Aurora helping the stylists organize the wardrobes, he raised a brow at her and made a sly comment about how she didn’t need to do that since it wasn’t her job.

“I’d rather help than sit around and do nothing,” she replied.

Johnny glanced around the greenroom to note that she was judging some of the stylists and staff members who weren’t lifting a finger, and the boys who were just sitting and talking. Johnny smiled before also going to take his seat between Doyoung and Jaehyun who arrived moments earlier.

Like the perfect friend he was, Yuta showed up with an extra coffee with Aurora’s name on it— Figuratively, not literally. She sighed and pouted with relief as he passed her the cup with a laugh.

“You’re the best,” she told him.

“I know.”

They sipped out of their straws simultaneously, then Aurora scurried off to do some more work that came to mind. She forgot to thank him. She only realized it when she was too far to turn back, so she made a mental note in the long list of to-dos for the day to thank him properly later and hope that he didn’t think she was a complete asshole in the meantime.

“Noona, I brought something for you,” Haechan announced after finally tracking her down.

Aurora looked up to find him carrying an extra coffee for her. When he saw that she was already matching cups with Yuta, he slumped with defeat, not knowing what to do with the coffee he was so proud of himself for bringing in the hopes of being her savior.

She laughed. “Put it in the fridge in the green room with my name on it. I’ll have it later. Thank you, Haechan.”

Another ten minutes later, Aurora was being disrupted again by someone else trying to get her attention while she was in the middle of talking to Mark's assistant about his schedule the following day and how they would be able to get him home early so that he could rest before having to wake up early the following day. She tried to keep talking through whoever was interrupting, but they kept trying to get her attention until she finally snapped.

“Yes?”

Taeyong stared at her, shocked.

“Sorry,” she apologized quietly, brushing her hair behind her ears and taking a deep breath. “What’s up?”

He held up a cup of iced Americano for her, but he didn’t hand it over since she was already holding one and he looked concerned for her. She was about to tell him to label it and put it in the fridge like Haechan had, but Taeyong beat her to it with a sincere topic change. “Noona, how long have you been here?” he asked her worriedly.

She didn’t stop moving when she replied, “Don’t know. What time is it?”

“It’s only eleven.”

Aurora shrugged; That wasn’t as late as she thought it was, there was still plenty of time to get everything done. “Uh, I got here around five, so… Six hours?”

“Why?”

“Someone has to make sure everything’s ready to go for you boys.”

“That’s why concert directors exist.”

“I got here two hours before she did, so, I’ve just been keeping myself busy, is that a crime, or—”

Taeyong reached for the coffee in her hand and stole it from her. They stared at each other. He just took her lifeline. What the fuck was he thinking?! She needed that to survive the rest of the day!

“Noona.” He held the cup out of reach when she lunged for it. “You need to sleep.”

“After the show.”

When she lunged for it again, Taeyong rolled his eyes. “We won’t get out of here until midnight, if we’re lucky. Please sleep before you pass out in front of everyone.”

“I won’t pass out, Tae.” She finally got a hand on the cup so they began playing tug-of-war with it. “That’s why I have the coffee, to keep me upright.” She won. Her victory lap consisted of taking big gulps of the coffee to finish it before he could steal it again. “See?”

Taeyong sighed to himself, “Americans.”

As he started walking off to find the boys, Aurora called out to him, “I’m telling Johnny you said that!” But Taeyong didn’t seem bothered, so Aurora huffed and took a moment to silently inspect her surroundings. What had she been doing before she was interrupted? What was next on her list? “Shit.”

Stage check began around noon, which meant Aurora had to drop everything else she was doing so that she could corral the boys out of their comfortable green room where they were all spread out on the couches doing various things like napping or playing games on their phones, and she had to guide them up to the stage where the choreographer and concert director were already quietly meeting to review some last minute details.

“Look who showed up,” the choreographer teased.

The boys laughed lightheartedly. In a team effort, the choreographer and the concert director began moving the boys around to show them their stage marks for the first few minutes of the show, meanwhile Aurora dragged Haechan who was a straggler in the back up to his assigned spot as well. Once she was sure that they were all there and ready to work— Though they were lazily standing there in what was basically pajamas— she knew that she was done.

Aurora finally took a brief moment to breathe while the boys were on stage and she sat in one of the front row chairs in the audience seats to watch them. Before she even realized that her first coffee was done, an assistant approached her with the coffee Haechan left for her in the fridge. Unprompted. Aurora looked up at her, confused, but the assistant was smiling and insisted that Aurora take the cup by silently switching them. The assistant wasn’t hers, so why did she go out of her way to get Aurora some more coffee?

“Fighting!” she whispered to Aurora with her fists lifted at eye level to show her encouragement.

Still a bit confused, Aurora mimicked her for an awkward moment before settling. “What’s your name?”

“Hayoon.”

“Thank you, Hayoon.”

“It’s no problem,” she reassured Aurora. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

During the entirety of stage check, Aurora and Hayoon sat together, exchanging socials, talking about the boys— Since Hayoon worked with them far longer, she had all of the gossip and the inside scoops to help Aurora out. At one point, when Aurora finished her second cup of coffee, Hayoon said that she would recycle the cup for Aurora, and when she returned to their seats in the front row, Hayoon brought the coffee gifted by Taeyong. Aurora chugged that. Her heart and mind were racing, her stomach felt like it was about to crawl out of her body like she was in Alien or something, and her whole body was shivering with the jitters of caffeine. She was wired.

By the time the boys were finally done with rehearsal, Aurora was ready to run a marathon with the amount of pent up energy she had. Yuta took notice first while they walked together back to the green room.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asked, side eyeing her.

“No, why?”

“Have you had anything to drink except for coffee?”

“No.”

Yuta sighed, disappointed. When they entered the green room to start getting ready for the concert, Yuta walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a small box of grapes that the boys requested to snack on in order to keep up their energy throughout the four hour long show.

“Sit,” he told her.

“I don’t have time—”

“Yes, you do, sit.” Yuta pushed on her shoulders to plop her down on one of the couches before handing her the water and grapes. “A five minute break won’t kill you, but all that caffeine might.”

“Aren’t you guys to blame since you brought all the coffee in the first place?”

“And whose decision was it to chug all three cups?”

“Touché.”

Aurora sat and ate the grapes while Yuta watched her closely to babysit her, despite the fact that the designers were trying to encourage him to put on the first outfit of the night, and the makeup artists were telling him that they needed to start his makeup soon or they would fall behind schedule. It was only after Aurora gave him a stern look and threatened to stop snacking that Yuta gave in. Everyone else was already getting ready, so she didn’t have to do much aside from wait for something to happen so that she could “manage” or “assist.”

Since they were dressed and pretty much ready to go, Mark pulled Haechan and Doyoung to the side where they huddled up tightly and bowed their heads before quietly praying. Aurora tried not to stare in order to give them some privacy. Instead, she attempted to keep herself busy by moving all of the boys’ phones and personal belongings off of the makeup desks and into each of their personal bags so that nothing would get lost or stolen, but also because she wanted everything to be neat.

“Is she ever going to rest?” Jungwoo whispered to Johnny.

Aurora glanced in the mirror of the makeup desk she was standing at to watch for Johnny's reaction, but all he did was shrug before looking over at her, the two of them making eye contact through the mirror. Panicked, Aurora realized she should have looked away, but instead she froze and continued to look at him the same way he continued to look at her, even while he told Jungwoo, “I’m not sure she needs it… Not yet, at least.” That was when Aurora finally looked back down.

“Alright, let’s move!” the stage manager called out.

The boys quickly finished adjusting their microphone packs on their pants before filing out of the room to follow Aurora and the stage manager through the halls and to backstage where they silently got into position. Aurora watched from the side as they all pushed their in-ear monitors to settle comfortably right as the lights in the venue went dark, prompting the audience to cheer loudly with anticipation of seeing the boys come out briefly. With one last deep breath, Aurora calmed herself down. They did good. Taeyong looked over in her direction with a smile and a thumbs up just before the stage doors opened and the boys stepped forward into the spotlights.