#and just out of curiosity looked up the place he's from because im curious about jewish shtetls in the ukraine

[pears-trinkets]

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[starkura]

them giving you flowers for no reason and you think they did something wrong idk my brain js came up w this

only did mikey, baji, and mitsuya bc i kinda gave up 😭

mikey

in front of you was mikey. he was holding a bright and colorful bouquet of flowers. there was no occasion for you to receive flowers from him. “did you do something wrong?” you questioned. mikey only gave you flowers on special occasions. he didn’t usually give you flowers out of the blue. maybe if he did something wrong, he’d give you flowers. “why are you asking that? im giving you flowers.” he said. “well, today’s isn’t any special day, so that only leaves me to think you did something.” you explained. he rolls his eyes at you playfully. “hey, i’m not always trouble!” he exclaimed. he took your hands and place the flowers in them. “take them before i change my mind.” he told you. you laugh at him lightly. he crosses his arms and looks at you. “you know I don’t need a reason to give you flowers, right?” he said. he sighed and rolled his eyes once more. “okay, okay. thank you for the flowers. i appreciate the thought mikey.” you smiled at him. “c’mon, let’s head home now.”

baji

“why are you giving me flowers?” you questioned. baji was at your front door holding out a bouquet of daisies. today wasn’t anything special, so you were curious as to why baji was randomly giving you flowers. “do i need a reason to?” he questioned. he gave you a confused look. did he really need a reason to give you flowers? “well, i don’t know. it’s kinda random. you didn’t do anything bad…did you?” you wonder. “pft! no! why would i? can’t i just give my wonderful partner some flowers just because?” he says. “you sure? you didn’t get into any fights or anything???” you say once more to make sure. “yes, i’m sure.” he said seemingly exhausted. you look at him once more to check that he’s telling the truth. by the looks of it, he seems to be truthful. “okay, okay, thank you for the random flowers kei.” you smiled. “finally, who wouldn’t love receiving flowers. why are you so skeptical?” he questioned. “well, why else would you give me flowers?” you said. baji sighed and looked at you. “you think so badly of me.” you laugh lightly and invite him inside.

mitsuya

“roses?” you asked. mitsuya turned to you. “for you.” he said. at first, you smiled warmly at him. however, your mind trailed off to your curiosity about the flowers. why did he give you flowers today? today was just a typical day, nothing special or unordinary. mitsuya never forgot to give you flowers on those special days like anniversaries or your birthday. this led you to think he did something wrong and you just don’t know about it yet. “mitsuya?” you called out. “yeah? what is it?” he replied. “why are you giving me flowers today? you didn’t do anything wrong… right?” you hesitate to ask. he looked at you blankly, and then lightly laughed at your question. “really? you think i got you flowers because i did something wrong? i would just tell you straight up if i did. i got the flowers for you because you seemed down lately. you sigh in relief. “sorry, i shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” you laugh it off. “it’s okay. how are you doing now?” he asked. “i’m doing better now, school’s just been stressful that’s all. thank you for the flowers! i shouldve thanked you properly before.” you say. “that’s good to hear, take care of yourself and take breaks when you need it, okay?” he reminded. “yeah, i will don’t worry!” you reassured.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

may I request a really really really smart villain. but somehow the hero manages to outsmart them, and even though villain is completely dumbfounded, they find it incredibly hot???

gl, if you wish, but im fine with anything !!

“You’re scared,” the villain whispered. “I know what that feels like. I know what it can do to a person.”

Their fingertips traced the hero’s clavicle gently, as if they attempted to calm a startled deer by stoking it.

“It’s not a pleasant emotion. It certainly isn’t one anyone should be used to. So I’m curious, do you need my help?” the villain said. Their eyes scanned the hero curiously. Almost as if they could absorb everything about them just by looking at them.

Something about the hero seemed to pull them in, something seemed to fascinate them on a grand scale and the hero couldn’t tell if they loved the challenge or the attention.

“Would you mind?” the hero asked. They nodded towards the villain’s fingers on their body and clearly, the villain received their message. They pulled away and smiled. Curiosity seemed to be their big weakness.

“I apologise, of course. I’m fond of pretty things.”

“As every crow is.”

“That’s a compliment.” The hero didn’t answer. They knew the villain was toying with them; they were fully aware of their sweet words and their kind smile.

The villain wasn’t easy to understand and that was a big problem in this whole mess. Incompetent people proposed a threat to the city because of their lack of intelligence. They weren’t easy to understand, they were unpredictable.

Usually, the hero could argue with smart people, could get into their minds and understand their motives but the villain was a complete minefield. Their unpredictability came from several unrelated plans that intertwined and altogether made up a whole picture.

They were ten steps ahead. Always.

Suddenly, a missing professor, a burning bakery, a sick child and a stolen book were parts of a chain that would make sense to the hero much, much later. Ordinary things could play huge parts in these reaction chains, something they liked to call “controlled butterfly effect”. It made the hero think of all the details, all the little crimes in the city. It made them overanalyse every little conversation they had with the villain.

Was the villain giving them clues?

Was there a way to decipher these riddles?

How could anyone be at ten different places at the same time?

How was it possible to get information you’d have to torture out of people without actually talking to anyone at all?

“I’ll have to change my address for the third time this month,” the hero said. “You should apologise for that as well.”

“It’s not my fault you make it so easy for me.” The villain looked around the hero’s living room and in some weird and strange way, the hero felt superior to them, now that everything was done. It would’ve been foolish to say they were relieved. In fact, the villain was right. They were terrified. “New choice of plants, I see. You like orchids?”

“Why exactly are you here?” the hero asked. They assumed the villain knew about yesterday. They also assumed the villain was here to talk about that. “So you can make fun of me? Humiliate me in my own home?”

“Without an audience? Please, I thought you knew me.” The villain’s eyes found the hero’s again after what they deemed to be enough observation.

“You like it more intimate. You like it when it’s just us.” Now, the villain looked intrigued.

“Touché,” they said, almost as if the hero had defeated them with a single word. The hero wished it had been that easy.

“Again. Why are you here?” The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest. It was getting quite chilly in just a shirt and underwear.

In response, the villain took in a deep breath and sat down on the hero’s couch. They lounged.

“When Hannibal crossed the Alps, do you think he was scared? I mean, all that responsibility on his shoulders? It was dangerous, he could’ve lost his entire army.”

“Is this supposed to be some metaphor for me being Hannibal and you being…what? The Roman Republic?” the hero asked. Sometimes, it was laughable where the villain’s mind went. It was hard enough to keep up with them already but the amount of knowledge the hero acquired from talking to them alone was insane.

It was the type of learning experience that required failing repeatedly to get to the answer. The hero didn’t enjoy it.

But the villain only chuckled.

“I was trying to say that being determined and scared can coexist. You did something that demands great courage.” They tilted their head. “And yet, it is a very scary thing.”

With slow steps, the hero approached them until they were close enough. They sat down on the villain’s lap. Unsurprisingly, their nemesis didn’t protest.

They weren’t proud of what had happened, they weren’t proud of what they’d done.

“How can a person obtain information no one dares to whisper?” the hero asked. “How can that person receive it within seconds?”

“You tell me,” the villain said. An invitation. It would’ve been illogical to decline.

“You had two helpers. Someone who can teleport. Someone who can turn invisible. I don’t know how you convinced them but they were heroes once.”

The villain nodded.

“The Romans had to learn the hard way how important spies are. They learnt it from the Carthaginian. Like I learnt from you years ago,” the villain said. It was difficult to imagine that all this was the hero’s fault. “Now, tell me what you did when you found out.”

The hero was quiet until the villain’s palm brushed their thigh softly. The villain seemed unfittingly euphoric.

“I knew they wouldn’t be easy to keep in a cell.”

“So?”

“So I killed them.” The villain nodded.

“You killed them,” the villain agreed. “Did you know crows wait for other predators to tear open their prey?”

The hero waited. The villain wasn’t angry. They were fascinated. It hadn’t even occurred to the hero that this was the solution up until yesterday.

And still, even though this was a major success when it came to stopping the villain, it wasn’t satisfactory. Killing two of their own people hadn’t been pretty.

“Did you know curiosity killed the cat?” the hero asked back. Behind their back, they clenched their fist to stop their hand from shaking.

Within seconds, several red laser dots pointed at the villain. With the hero on their lap, pressing them into the couch, there wasn’t anywhere to go. The sharpshooters wouldn’t let the villain move a muscle.

And behind the shocked expression, the hero saw something they weren’t sure if they loathed or liked: a certain admiration for only them.

[nshtn]

Doctor Wesker has run plenty of experiments on his patients for the sake of science. You, once his patient and now his charge, are caught in the maelstrom of an intense obsession and Progenitor's effect on his finer palate of emotions.

The latest experiment is just how far he can take you when he calculates your interests and collaborates your desires.

You're such a good, good subject, prime for research, aren't you?

1.9k, tags: medical - medplay;gloves;labcoat;dubious science experiments;medsker - xreader oneshot;crack, nsft - blood;biting/marking;dom wesker sub reader;edging;facefucking;light sadomasochism;overstim;praise;restraints, PWP/gn reader. i think im ovulating help

You moan, arching pathetically as Wesker’s tongue licks an experimental stripe across your sex. You’re tied and leaking onto his tongue, humiliated by your eager reaction after so many months without stimulation. It had taken so little to get you to this state.

Wesker found you such a fascinating subject. He knew you were attracted to him – he knew the way your gaze dragged down his features when you thought he wasn’t looking, how you’d privately admire his body when his eyes swept with preoccupation across paperwork. You’d flexed your fingers when they wrapped around his forearm when he helped you up days ago. You averted your gaze when his face was too close to yours when you’d nearly bumped into him, once, and he smelled the tide of your pheromones wash over him.

He could read you like a book, but could he draw the prize of your ultimate affections across his face?

It had taken due effort on Wesker’s part to learn about what it was you prized in sex. You were quiet and reserved even if you couldn’t hide your body’s microexpressions. Your physiology revealed things you had no idea it did, things he’d never admit he could read – like how, when your hands found his face early in your relationship and you let your thumbs find their place in the hollows of his cheeks to stare into his red-rimmed eyes, thick with unspoken emotion, your breath caught and your thighs went taut. But it wasn’t the if – he’d solidified that – it was the how that was the forensic mystery.

Admittedly, you were also terribly cute. A devil, really.

A languid, slower stroke rolls across the tip of you, slick with your own juices, before he curls his tongue around it harshly, flicking, tugging. You let out a whimper and roll your hips a little. He tightens his gloved fingers in response, calculated, and you feel his well-trimmed nails dig into the meat of them even through the black nitrile. It’s so deliberate it’s a different kind of sin than aimless lust; this was aimed, pinprick and target-locked.

That was alright – the mystery was part of the fun, the chase for something he never thought he’d find a curiosity in. When he finally walked in on you one night he was given all the information he needed to attempt his experiment: he supposed it should’ve been obvious – if you were attracted to him, and you associated him with playing the role of the doctor, that’s what you’d want, right?

Because that’s what you’d been watching.

He offered you the real thing. You looked at him like he offered you Narnia and tore the stars down all in one. The look in your eyes – a savory, delicious mixture of surprise, lust and shame – made even him stir. He had to consciously bite back the clearing of his throat, the flare of his nostrils. How inappropriate of him – trite. Control.

“Curious how you make me lack it,” he waxes silkily from his position between your thighs, one hand moving to your wrists – which were ziptied together with two tangled admission bracelets he’d perfected and printed off as set dressing – to tug them down, to muffle himself on his own terms, nose jutting against you. He pressed the flat of his tongue down and drenched it in you before returning to lap at you a little faster.

You corkscrew on him, trying to restrain your movement. “What?” You sound dazed, drunk off the high of it all, and he finds it intoxicating. It’s one thing to read about these things or hear them in isolation – it’s another altogether to wring them from such a pliant patient.

You don’t know what he means, do you? Too deep beneath the waves that swell in the center of you to catch the rocks, he guesses. The hand on your wrists leaves to press itself flat on the underside of your ass, grasping and squeezing and pushing you up a little and off him. He drinks in both the sight of your slick stringed against his tongue and a breath. “Control. You make me lose control,” he finalizes, and then he takes you into his mouth and sucks a little too hard and a little too fast to punctuate his cause: you.

You yelp and try to wriggle away from the sudden overstimulation, but he doesn’t let you. Suddenly, you feel the extent of his strength bearing down on you, keeping you close as you flounder and gasp, sharp tip of his nose bumping up against the tuft of fur at the base of you as his tongue purrs.

You swear, then, that it’s not just his tongue; you swear with all of you that it’s his entire body, emanating from the core of him. But you have no time to figure it out as he takes and takes and drinks his fill of you, the sinful echo of his adoration drowned out by the drone of your blood pumping loud in your ears.

Even without the wanton ambiance, you can’t help how you buck against him feverishly, now, seeking further contact, your muscles roiling against your will to keep them still. He chuckles low and reverentlessly between you, and you can’t help but let a string of expletives drool from you as you fight against the tide of pleasure that threatens to consume you.

Or maybe it’s him who’s consuming you, all around you, his deft, exploratory tongue far too rough and quick to contend with against the boiling, claiming heat in your abdomen. “F-Fuck, Wesker, I—” you groan, muscles tightening. It’d be painful if you weren’t so preoccupied.

Wesker pulls away, then, leaves you stranded. You curse even more. His tongue retracts, clicks against his perfect teeth. You can’t find the shame in you, buried alive in the need for stimulation as he cages your hips with his hands again to force you still. You growl a little. “I’ve been nothing but giving, haven’t I?” His voice, though deep and reverberating through your ligaments from the lean of his cheek into your leg, is playful.

“Can’t I take a little?”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement, and you know it, even in your haze. “Please?” you beg, trying your hand. You have none to bear. In your frustration, you pout.

“Poor little fly,” Wesker says, slow, breath hot and settling against your twitching sex. You swallow your placation as he continues, “regretting the spider’s parlor, hm?” The chuckle he gives is darker than the last as if he truly savors having you trapped like this. Maybe he does. Maybe it’s not some kind of roleplay anymore. As your sex adjusts to the lack of stimulation, your cheeks flood with crimson embarrassment, no less red than the strong bathe of it out of his lidded eyes.

Each blink envelops your thighs in darkness when they torpidly drift shut – before you steep in it again as they snap open. You can tell what direction he’s looking, whether he’s focused on you or not, by the way the light falls on your naked body.

His labcoat is ruined.

You moan a little again, despite yourself, and you follow it up with a piteous, stirring whimper, incredulous at your own reaction to something so godforsaken and filthy. “N-No, I don’t regret it,” you say, testing the water. “—you,” you correct, then stumble over your vulnerability.

“A—ah!” Whatever you were going to add is stolen in the nitrile glove that rubs up and down, suddenly, stroking you and making you shake a little, abruptly very, very perceptive to the sensitivity. Protest dies in your throat when he presses his thumb flat in soothing little circles that pop with pleasure, your hips leaning into the contact tentatively.

“I should really write a paper on you,” he says, flaring his nostrils. You smell amazing like this… you’re starting to get to him. “like I said I would.” You hear his tongue flit out and your gaze curiously drifts down in your stupor. “Eyes away. It’s no surprise if you’re peeking,” he chides, and as if robotic, you snap your chin up, mumbling incoherently. He hums at that, a satisfactory sound that thrums deep where you need it to.

God, Wesker needs to commemorate this. He can’t help it anymore. He wishes he could keep you suspended like this… but eventually you’ll both need water and food. How piteous, the human body; how piteous, his mind, for letting him get so carried away.

This was bad science.

This must be against the oath, and it’s certainly against doctrine, but he can’t stop himself.

Without warning, you feel his teeth sink into the inside of your right thigh and you careen away from the wickedness of it even though it makes you dizzy with lust. You don’t expect the sensation: almost every tooth but six at the front are sharp, like canines, and he’s not gentle or sparing, sucking his claim of you in your supple flesh like a brand until he feels hot red drip from his lips and mar his chin. Only then does he pull away, admiring his work. You hear his breath: it runs ragged and deep, affected unmistakeably. This has turned him on.

He’s a bit of a sadist, then, isn’t he? But right now, with all the hormones pumping through you, you’re masochistic enough. You can handle it. You’re a good little patient. You taste so good, so sweet, a forbidden fruit. A sudden, heavy, sex-drunk thought hits him: what is love, if not taking a bite out of something, feeling the weight of it in your mouth and the copper of it sliding down your throat?

You pulse with the pain of it, a feeling distorted into pleasure by the natural opiate he’s dragged to your receptors. You manage to find purchase and grind down on his face, finally, and he doesn’t stop you. Instead, he lets a mangled groan tear free and his forearms wrap around your thighs, forcing you down on his face while he sucks and licks and swirls, head bobbing, utilizing what he’s learned from the entire experiment to bring you to a boiling crescendo.

You cum crying Wesker’s name in stuttered, puffing, swollen gasps as you buck against his face and cover him in you. It’s such a beautiful sight and he doesn’t want it to end, filling the void in him with ego at how he makes you keen and cry for him. You are so beautiful that it burns his skin; he’s flushed, cheeks rosy in your name, so uncharacteristically affected by your display that the contrast sustains both of you. He sinks his mouth onto you and forces the last vestiges of your orgasm from you with no mercy, and you writhe in his unrelenting grasp.

You stop slowly, then, aftershocks rolling over you as he, too, ceases the brutal assault, though he lets you up off him only fractionally as if in warning of what brews beneath a surface cohesion.

Your breathing slows down as you catch yourself, slowly fading back into reality, body drooping a little. You feel a fuzz caress the edges of your vision. “T-Thank you,” you say, sheepishly, as your faculties return to you. Did he enjoy it? Did you do well enough? It swims through you, suddenly conscious.

There’s a thoughtful, impolite hum from him, as if considering something, which interrupts your mounting train of thought. You cock your head a little, sighing, hair damp… why hasn’t he moved away yet?

He sounds deeply phased and disorderly when he speaks again, breath hot and heavy and a head full of excuses primed to crumble any semblance of your resolve. “I think… I think I’ll need more data than that.”

[kayewrite]

How to Love?

genre:; fluff, angst (not really). word counting: 1754

Seungmin x reader (ft. mingyu of seventeen). college Seungmin!. Medicine student Seungmin! (will write lots of university fics because im delulu college student *sobs)

wherein:  You are just curious, and you asked for tips from your friend, who willingly helped you.

i reccommend you to listen "how to love" by Day6

You've never been in a relationship before.

Your focus has always been on studying. Study. And more study.

Aiming for the top has always been your priority, which is why the idea of having a boyfriend (or girlfriend) never even crossed your mind.

Besides, no one’s ever asked you out, so why bother thinking about relationships when the opportunity hasn’t even presented itself? (By the way, you’re not some stereotypical nerd. You love makeup and dressing up for yourself.)

But now that you’re in college, things are different. Your goals are getting harder to achieve. It’s not just that the course is challenging; it’s also because it’s not what you wanted to study in the first place. You’re here because of family pressure, and that’s made it even harder to keep up with your lessons.

In college, you start to realize something important:

Studying too much can really drain you.

As you look around, you notice how others are balancing their lives. Your deskmate parties every weekend, yet somehow she has the same grades as you. The notorious bad boy sitting in front, who’s always playing with girls' hearts and puts his studies at the bottom of his priority list, scored higher than you in Differential Equations.

And then there’s your dorm mate, who blushes while talking to someone on the phone. She has a boyfriend, yet she manages to balance her studies without letting it distract her. (By the way, why is she blushing?)

"I'm tired, physically and mentally," you say, resting your head on the cafeteria table while Seungmin, your friend, munches on his sandwich.

"That's what you get after not sleeping for several days and then pressuring yourself too much," he replies, continuing to eat his sandwich—wait, that’s yours!

You lift your head, tired but still sane.

"Then what should I do? What do college students do? Isn’t it our responsibility to learn?"

Seungmin rolls his eyes at your statement. "What are we, robots?" He puts down your sandwich and wipes his mouth with a napkin, realizing that it’s yours and that he should stop eating. (Only 1/8 of the sandwich is left.)

"Listen, you need to get a life. You’re wasting your college years with your nose buried in books. You should enjoy college because after this, adult life limits your happiness. So, as long as you can, enjoy and live your life."

On a normal day, you’d tease him, calling him dumb and saying he’s talking nonsense, but maybe because you’re so tired, or something else, for the first time what he’s saying makes sense.

"Wow, you’re making sense." Your face lights up, and Seungmin can’t help but laugh. "Is that what studying medicine does to you?"

"I'm always a genius, you dumbass. Eat my medals."

What Seungmin said rings in your brain. For the first time, you don’t stress about the upcoming exam.

"Seungmin," you call out after a long, comfortable silence.

"What?"

"I should date."

"Date what?"

"Date someone."

Suddenly, Seungmin clasps his hands together in an overly dramatic way and closes his eyes.

"Finally, my prayers have been heard."

But how do you start?

You weren’t pressured by your surroundings, right? You just want to experience it.

Experience.

But how?

"How?" you ask Seungmin when you sit under the mango tree, studying (again).

"How what? Don’t ask me math questions."

"I mean… how did you meet Shin?" you ask, closing your book.

Seungmin has a lot of experience in love. He’s had many girlfriends (and why not? He’s handsome). So asking him questions about love is never difficult.

Seungmin looks at you intently, his face showing a hint of curiosity.

"She came to me."

"And then what?" Curiosity is evident on your face. Why haven’t you asked him questions like this before?

"And then we dated."

"That fast?"

"It’s because she loved me too much, and I was just doing her a favor." You slap him hard.

"You’re a playboy."

"I’m not. I’m kind."

"So if anyone likes you, you just date them?"

"Well… no."

"I think I’m an idiot for asking you for advice." You lean back and open your book again.

Seungmin laughs at you. He realizes you must be serious about your decision, so why not help? (As a good friend should.)

"Okay, now listen to me. You won’t regret this decision, right?"

"Why are you getting scary?" you comment as he speaks with an unusually serious face.

"I mean, as your friend—a handsome friend, mind you—I’m going to tell you…" He pauses for dramatic effect. "How to love."

You pause, then hit his arm.

"Why are you making that serious face? You’re so funny." You both laugh, and when you’re tired from laughing, Seungmin continues.

"First, fall in love."

"Well, step one is kinda hard."

"Just use your charm, and then you’ll find love. And never let go of the people who want to take care of you. Have you seen yourself? You’re pushing people away."

"I am?" You think back to times in your life when you’ve pushed people away.

"Yes. So never do that. And if you find love, contact me for step two." He laughs, then stands up and runs off.

"What is this, a YouTube tutorial?" you sigh and open your book again, but your attention isn’t there.

"How can I find it?"

You sat alone at your usual spot in the cafeteria, a tray of untouched food in front of you. The sounds of chatter and laughter surrounded you, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying Seungmin's words about finding love. You let out a small sigh, thinking about how you’d even begin.

As you poked at your sandwich, someone slid into the seat across from you. You looked up, surprised. It was Mingyu, the handsome senior from your department. You’d seen him around before, but never this close. He had a confident, easygoing smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” he said casually, setting his coffee down. “Mind if I sit here?”

You blinked, momentarily lost for words, then nodded. “Sure.”

He grinned. “I’ve seen you around. You’re always so focused, it’s impressive.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Thanks, I guess. I just… try to stay on top of things.”

“You don’t have to explain,” he chuckled. “I get it. College is a lot. But you know, it’s also important to have fun.”

You looked at him, curiosity piqued. “And what do you do for fun?”

Mingyu leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. “I hang out with friends, play some basketball, and sometimes… I just like to talk to interesting people.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. The conversation flowed naturally from there—jokes, stories, shared frustrations about classes. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period.

Mingyu stood up, grabbing his things. “Hey, this was fun. Can I get your number? Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

Your heart raced as you fumbled to take out your phone. “Yeah, sure.”

After exchanging numbers, Mingyu flashed you one last smile before heading off to his next class. You sat there for a moment, still processing what had just happened. Then, without thinking, you grabbed your phone and dialed Seungmin.

“I think I found it,” you said as soon as he picked up.

Seungmin's voice on the other end was a mix of surprise and amusement. “Already? Wow, that was fast.”

Later that day, you met Seungmin again, and he couldn’t believe how quickly things had progressed. “So, what’s step two?” you asked, eager to hear more of his so-called wisdom.

Seungmin smirked. “Step two is to develop trust. It’s not easy, especially when you don’t know someone that well, but it’s crucial.”

You nodded, feeling a bit anxious. Trust wasn’t something you gave easily, but you were determined to see this through.

As days turned into weeks, you and Mingyu kept in touch, though not always frequently. He was busy with his senior projects, and you were swamped with your own studies, but whenever you did talk, there was a comfort and ease that made you feel safe. You found yourself trusting him, even when he wasn’t around.

One day, he invited you to a coffee shop off-campus. You said yes without hesitation. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background. As you sat across from Mingyu, sipping your drinks and chatting about anything and everything, you felt a warmth spread through you.

“I really enjoy spending time with you,” Mingyu said, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. “Will you go out with me?”

You didn’t answer right away, but the smile on your face said it all.

The next time you saw Seungmin, he could tell something had changed. You were happier, lighter, and it was all thanks to Mingyu. “Alright, you’re ready for step three,” Seungmin said with a grin.

“What’s that?” you asked, still smiling from your last date.

“Build commitment. That’s the final step,” he said, though there was a hint of something else in his voice—something you couldn’t quite place. But you were too caught up in your happiness to notice.

As the days passed, you and Mingyu grew closer. You spent more time together, studying, laughing, sharing your dreams and fears. You felt safe with him, and that trust grew into something deeper. But every now and then, when you were with Seungmin, you’d catch him looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

One afternoon, you were in the library with Mingyu, your heads bent over your books. Seungmin walked by, and you looked up, catching his eye. He smiled, a soft, bittersweet smile that made your heart ache just a little. He was happy for you, that much was clear, but there was something more—something he wasn’t saying.

You watched him walk away, a thought nagging at the back of your mind. But before you could dwell on it, Mingyu nudged you, making you laugh with another one of his jokes. The moment passed, and you pushed the thought aside.

But deep down, you knew. You knew there was more to Seungmin’s advice than just friendly concern. And as you watched him disappear into the stacks of books, you realized that maybe, just maybe, the steps to love he’d shared with you were ones he’d already taken… with you.

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Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

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Meeting with you ex - Bang Chan

Hello lovelies, hope you enjoy this fun little short story. The photos Chan posted gave me inspo to write it. If he can be delusional, so can I! 😂 hope you enjoy it!

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18+, cussing, flirting, she/her, y/n, fake text messages, photos of Chan from his Instagram

Italics means in thoughts

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You slide onto your couch after experiencing an amazing Sunday that you haven't had in over two months.

It was finally the first day you didn't think about him because Sundays where the days that you would spend together. You knew that forgetting about him would take some time and still have a long way to go.

You put your favorite show on and heard your phone going off, assuming it's the friend's group chat, wanting to discuss today's fun adventures.

But when you picked up your phone you saw it was the ex you thought you were finally forgetting about. Fuck...of course he would text today...of all days!

You wanted to ignore the message; your brain was yelling at you to just delete it. But your heart was curious to see he wanted, wanted to know if he was okay. Ugh...im going to regret this...

You typed saying hi before nervously tossing your phone on the coffee table. I can't believe I did that, you layed down on your couch, placing a pillow over your face as you yelled into it. Why did I respond?? Why??? I was forgetting about him!!

A minute went by before a ding went off, indicating another message came through from him. Although, you were hoping it was truly anyone else. Welp, let's see what he wants. Why must my curiosity do this to me.

"AAAAHHHHHHH", you screamed into your pillow again as you tossed your phone onto the couch next to you, hoping it disappears forever. Should I tell my friends? No...I won't hear the end of it...maybe after I'll tell them. That's if I even go...

.....

The next morning came, and you got little to no sleep, tossing and turning from the night before. The moment your alarm went off, you stared up at your ceiling contemplating if you should go. I'm just going to text him that I can't make it.

But when you went to the messages you saw the smiley emoji he put, probably excited to meet up. Well fuck...you quickly jumped into the shower and began to think what he could possibly talk about at lunch. Mentally preparing yourself for anything that comes up in the conversation.

Rushing around your house, after doing your makeup, you found a simple summer dress, that's a bit short, it sits right about your knees. It's white with small daisies placed all over with spaghetti straps. You paired it with some cute plain white sandals that have a small heel.

Right before heading out you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror as your nerves began to grow. The same nerves made your stomach turn as you followed the GPS to the café Chan recommend.

There's a spot, you thought to yourself as you turned into it and parking the car. You stared out into the open, gripping the steering wheel, as you kept repeating in your head how you can't do this. Fuck it, I'm leaving. But when you went to restart the car, there was this guilt mixed with nervous feeling swirling around.

I guess I'll go for a bit, you thought as you looked in the review mirror before grabbing your bag and heading in to the café.

A hostess by the front door immediately greeted you as you walked up, asking if it was just you today or how many were in your party.

"No, I'm meeting someone here. I think he might be here already." And as you said that your ex did in fact message you that he was sitting down outside on the patio they have.

"Oh, he's actually sitting down outside," you pointed as the hostess smiled.

"Go right ahead," she waved her hand as you nervously walk to him.

Your legs began to feel wobbly and their were butterflies in your stomach flying around as you could see his black sunglasses sitting on his black hat.

And why the fuck is he wearing a tank top? Is he trying to show off his muscles?? Is he trying to make me want him again??

The closer you got, the more you thought about running away. But, as you were about to turn back around, Chan moved his head up and locked eyes with you.

You stood in your spot close to the table, with your breath hitched in your throat. He couldn't help but smile, showing off his dimples, making you melt in your spot. Fuck this man...ugh...

"Hey y/n, glad you made it." He got up and went to hug you but stepped back before he realized what he was doing.

You could see how awkward this was becoming so you decided to just hug him and get it out of the way. Oh this was a mistake, you thought as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity hit you hard as you missed his hugs. They felt like a warm blanket on a cold day, after you've been outside. You felt calm/relaxed as you could feel yourself melting into the hug.

"Umm let's sit down," He said clearing his throat as he broke up the hug.

You nodded your head as he pulled out your chair for you. "Oh, thank you." He's really not going to make this easy on me.

He sat down across from you as you couldn't help but take in his jewelry. Seeing his earrings, the necklace he bought when you and him were on vacation. His bracelets and his ring that sat on his right index finger, showing off his veiny hands.

"Soo how have you been?" He asked shyly as you snapped your eyes up to meet with him. Man, he's so fucking gorgeous. Okay stay strong, you can do this.

"I've been good, just working a lot. I had off today, so that's nice. How have you've been?"

"Good, working a lot too. Staying busy..."

"That's good," you cringed how how awkward this conversation was going, while the waiter walked up to take your drink and food order.

"Oh, went back to Australia..." He brought up after the waiter walked away.

"How was that? How's your family?"

"Everyone is good, doing well. Missed Berry so much!"

"Glad everyone is doing good, aww I miss Berry too."

"Here, let me show you this video I took of her. She was chasing a butterfly." He took out his phone to show you the video and other photos he took while he was there. You felt a bit more relaxed, feeling like normal with him. It was a nice way to break up the awkward tension.

You even recalled a memory of when you went with him to Australia and Berry kept wanting to hang out with you, ignoring Chan.

Moments go by that you and him don't realize the food and drinks are already being brought out as you both smiled before taking bites of your foods.

I can't believe how well this is going, you thought. Even while eating, you both would shared a laugh as you joked like a old times. He even began taking photos of you like when you guys were together, making you do the same.

"Sooo should we talk about it?" He asked taking a sip of drink, fidgeting with the straw as you became quiet. The smile that once sat on your face disappeared as you sat back in your chair. I should have known...I mean this is one of the things I thought he would bring up, you stared at the ground wondering what to say before looking back up at him.

"Um...Chan...we had such a nice day," you tried to say simply. Let's hold off for now..."

"But, you don't miss this?" he asked while pointing between the two of you.

You shrugged your shoulders because it was you who initiated the break up. But deep down you missed him so much, your heart would ache for him. You would want to show up to his house but knew you couldn't.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you," he sat up in his chair while he cleared his throat. Oh no, you thought as you shifted uncofortably in your seat. "I miss you so much. I missed this. Yes, I just wanted to come to lunch and see how you were doing but this made me realize how much I want you back."

You nodded you head because you knew what he meant. This lunch reminded you how much you still love him. "But we broke up for a reason...I just think..."

"Think about it, please...and we'll talk more about it," he said interrupting you. You nodded your head before he change the subject and had you laughing moments later.

After talking for a bit more, he walked you to your car to say goodbye. "Let me know when you get home."

"I will," you displayed a soft smile right before he wrapped his arms around you, making your body tense for a few seconds. I need to calm down, you thought as you brought your hands up and wrapped your arms around his toned torso, closing your eyes tightly. Wow, I really did miss you.

Neither one of you wanted to let go as you could feel the tears wanting to form. You wanted to cry out, yelling how much you missed him and want to be back together. But, you blinked your eyes to push the tears away, making you move your head up and locking eyes with him. Then, mistakenly, your eyes dropped to his pink pillow-like lips that you immediately regret looking at, making you shoot your eyes back up at his.

You could see him smirk, knowing you were caught. Fuck..."If you want to...you can just ask." He snickered as you could feel your cheeks become warm, mentally palming your forehead for becoming weak for him. Why must he have this affect on me???

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." you said wiggling your way out of his hug and taking a step back.

"Really? I saw your eyes fall down to my lips," He had the biggest smile on his face, seeing the tips of his ears a bit red.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." you crossed your arms in front of your chest as you moved your head to the side, trying to play it off. Although, you knew he wasn't going to let this go.

"So you didn't do this?" He took a small step towards you, gently placing his right index finger on your cheek. You shivered under his touch and his cold ring that made contact. He slowly moved your head to face him as he moved his eyes down towards your lips this time before meeting your gaze again.

"I- I...uh don't know what you mean," you laughed flirtatiously as you playful pushed him away. You could feel your cheeks become warm as you knew what he was doing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me get closer," He said taking a huge step toward you this time, towering over, making you look up at him. Your bodies so close you could put a pencil in between you two and it wouldn't fall.

You mouth was a bit agape as your eyes were locked with his, feeling as if you were in a trance. "This," he said moving his eyes slowly down to your lips then back up at your eyes. You felt a knot in your stomach form as your pressed your lips tightly together from trying to keep yourself from smiling. Don't break, you can do this!

"I did no such thing..." you seductively said, catching yourself off guard.

He moved his hand up, pushing a strand of hair out of your face, making goosebumps rise on your arm. "So you don't want to kiss me?" He inched his head lower towards yours as you were losing breathing. You looked down at his lips seeing how close they are to yours. If you puckered your lips, they would immediately touch his.

Fuck....why...why! This man, I swear! You moved your eyes up to his, feeling his smile against your lips, "So you didn't move your eyes down to look at my lips, to want to taste them again?" He tucked his left hand in your hair as his right hand grabbed yours.

You could only softly nod your head yes as he closed his eyes, making you do the same as you awaited for it. Oh shit, oh shit, is the only thing you thought as you waited for the kiss. But you opened your eyes when you felt nothing happening, seeing him back away from you. "Guess I imagined," he shrugged.

"Christopher!" You yelled as he began to laugh.

"Hey, I didn't do anything," his laughed filled your ears as you couldn't believe he teased you like that. Can't believe him!

"You know what you did!" You pointed at him as you tried to hold in your laughter because you did find it amusing. Even if he made you almost break.

"I don't know what you mean," his tongue poked the side of his cheek knowing you love when he does that.

"That's it, I gotta go," you threw your hands up in defeat before digging in your purse for your keys.

"Thank you for coming, get home safe!" He said after calming his laughter down.

"I will, you do too!" You pretend to say in a angry voice.

On the car ride home, you could feel a smile spread across your face. The feeling of how close his lips were still lingered making you giggle to yourself. If someone looks into my car, they're going to think I'm crazy. Definitely not telling my friends about that.

As soon as you got home, you lied down on your couch and messaged Chan that you made it. I should don't it, but as quick as you were to think, the quicker you were to scrolling through the photos you took of him.

Maybe I should get back with him I missed him so much. And, we had a really fun time today...you thought as you saw a message pop up from Chan.

You sat staring at the screen, feeling your heart beating against your chest. Just do it, just say it! Your fingers began to quickly dance against your phone screen, not reading it back before you hit send.

Like the shy person you are, you quickly locked your phone and set it in the coffee table. You stood up, letting out some strange noise because of how nervous you are feeling. 'Its fine...I'm fine', you said out loud as you walked away from what you did.

* Part two of Meeting with your ex- Bang Chan (the end)

* Other Stray Kids stuff I made

* My stories on Wattpad and A03

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"why do you love me ?"

-> prompt: when you ask scara why he loves you during a late night talk, he gives you an answer that you were and weren't expecting

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: slightly suggestive, kind of sappy, has some of his backstory, soft!scaramouche

-> character: scaramouche/wanderer

-> pronouns: none

he gently moved a hair out of your face, eyes admiring your figure that lay bare beneath the sheets. his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, thumb gently touching the skin below your eyes, before he moved it to tug the sheets higher so it covered both of your bodies. after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he was about to fall asleep until he heard you ask a very simple yet complex question.

"why do you love me?"

his eyes snapped open as if he had gotten shot, violet-blue hues giving you a soft and confused gaze. your gaze was equally as soft, yet held a certain element of curiosity and playfulness behind them.

"do i need a reason?"

you shrugged, playing with the blanket, "i dunno. im just wondering."

"if you really need an answer," he said, taking hold of your hand. "i love you because i love you."

you bursted into a small giggle fit, "what kind of answer is that?"

"an honest one," he snorted. "what were you expecting? i've already told you, i'm a blunt person."

he rolled his eyes at you and flipped over, letting go of your hand. it made you slightly sad even though you knew why he avoided those types of questions. even now, he had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he felt internally, and emotionally you knew he struggled. you understood why he was like this, so instead you decided just dropped the question.

"sorry," you apologized. "that was a dumb ques-"

"i can't put these emotions into comprehensible words, but you and i are true to ourselves and each other." he flipped back over, facing you with an unexplainable loving look in his eyes. a serious look was on his face. "you're my light, and even though you lead me to all these horrible places and situations-"

you giggled slightly, making his lips turn into a full blown smile and place a hand on your cheek to refocus you.

"i follow you like a moth drawn to flame. the moments we share with each other in my eyes are so valuable that i'd give my life to cherish and preserve them. that's the best way i can describe it. how's that?"

"i… your answer makes me feel so happy."

"now it's your turn, why do you love me?"

truth betold, he was very eager and curious to hear your answer. it had been gnawing at him for a very long time. over the years, he was told that he was so cold and ruthless, malevolent and twisted with an attitude and blunt way with words. everyone always used to poke at him, "how could someone stand you?" "with that attitude, there's no one who could put up with you!"

"well," you hummed, and searched for words, nuzzling your cheek into his hand lovingly. "it's because you're you. i love you because you're you."

he had already done so much in the past, "how could you love me when you don't even know half of the atrocities that i've committed?"

"i'm not saying that those never happened," you reasoned. "but, do you regret them?"

"yes." he didn't even have to think.

"have you atoned for them and accepted that what you did was wrong?"

"yes... how is this important to the question i gave you?"

"then that already makes you a better person than you were when you committed those 'atrocities'."

he went quiet for a second, looking away from you. it made you nervous, did you take it a step too far? but, he looked back at you, then a small smile took over his lips. "i don't deserve you."

"you do," you said, pulling him in for a hug. you could feel his arms wrap around your back, his fingertips cool against your back. "i love you."

"...i love you too."

[dollfaceksj]

Omggggggggg that was so good!! Pls tell me you’ll actually continue that drabble, you took that request and rannnn omg the suspense is definitely there

well now u make me wanna continue so here’s a ??? continuation????? (mind u im just freestyling/improvising as i go)

this is really lengthy my bad. i just cant stfu for the life of me

ps: this takes place about 2 weeks after the first drabble!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #2

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“who was that?” you ask your friend slash classmate, eunbi, with a nod to her phone

she had left the room to pick up a phone call which she usually doesn’t do?? so ofc ur intrigued.

not to mention the smile on her lips like she just won the lottery??

“hm?” she looks a bit out of it before she realizes what you just asked. “oh. no one.”

hm.

you don’t like that.

your curious nature doesn’t like that.

“oh, come on,” you whine as you nudge her hip with your foot from where you’re laying in her bed

it’s not any of your business but you want to know

life around here is boring okay.

“stoppp,” she giggles as she slaps your foot away before tucking her phone into her jeans

“oh, my god. are you seeing someone?” you sit up the moment you notice her cheeks reddening

she shakes her head. “nah.”

hm. what else could it be?

“ex?”

“hell no. she’s blocked on every thing.”

yeahh… her ex was a fucking weirdo.

“sneaky link?”

she doesn’t reply to that.

she doesn’t REPLY TO THAT.

sooo. it’s a sneaky link.

you reach for her wrists and tug her down onto the bed. “who is it?”

she lets you pull her down and she groans but she can’t help but smile

you know you’re being pushy but you need to know NEOW

“look at you being all giddy! you have to tell me now.” you just need a bit of juice and gossip tbh

it’s been too long since something interesting has happened in your life

about a month ago your own sneaky link cried on top of you while he was balls deep in you because he missed his ex

what a fucking bitch 😭

she finally says, “you don’t know him, he’s not even in our year.”

not in our year?

but you’re seniors in uni.

that could only mean that..

that he’s younger.

“not in our year? okay, cougar.”

“stop! this is why i didn’t wanna say anything,” she huffs as she pushes you off but you pull her right back

“i’m just messing with you, sorry, now tell me!!”

she sighs and sits up straight, tucking a lock of her short black hair behind her ear

“his name is jeon jungkook and he’s a junior, but he…”

the rest of what she says doesn’t even reach your brains anymore

there’s no fucking way

there’s absolutely no fucking way???

you cut her off mid-ramble. “jeon jungkook?”

she glances at you and her smile slowly fades. “you know him?”

you blink at her in disbelief for a few moments.

“are you…?”

huh?

oh god.

is she

is she implying you’re also having sex with jeon jungkook?

“what? no! gross.” you shake your head. “he’s my friend’s friend.”

she frowns as she listens to you but then you watch the realization set on her face. “oh, that’s right, you’re good friends with taehyung.”

you slowly nod but you can’t seem to ignore how dry your mouth has gotten

what are the fucking odds…

“i didn’t know he was fuckin’ like that.”

“that’s because he tells all the girls he fucks to keep it to themselves.” she says it so nonchalantly that it’s got you a bit confused. “so don’t tell anyone!”

ALL THE GIRLS HE FUCKS?

there’s gotta be some kind of camera in the corner, recording you getting pranked

besides this being about jungkook, it still doesn’t make a lot of sense

“why would he do that? don’t guys get off on flaunting how many girls theyve fucked?”

she shakes her head and kisses her teeth loudly

“not him. you wanna know why?” she looks around the room as if anyone’s eavesdropping

you automatically lean in closer

you can’t help it, the curiosity gets the better of you

not that you’re interested in him!!!!

you’re just… down for some juice and gossip

“he doesn’t fuck girls for the validation of other men.” she smirks as she leans back on her palms. “he fucks girls because he loves fucking them.”

…

?

oh

ha.

haha

😂😂😂 okay

that singlehandedly knocked the air out of your lungs

HUH???

but eunbi is not finished

no, she keeps talking

“like.. he’s obsessed with eating pussy. and he’s so fucking good at it.”

alright. that’s enough

“okay, i get it, jesus.” you hold your hand up, motioning for her to stop talking

she laughs loudly. “i thought you wanted to know?”

your karma for being a nosy bitch.

“are you sure you’re not pranking me?” you ask her, still unable to process half the things she just told you

“why would i be lying?”

you fight the urge to stare at her with a blank expression and say Girl.

“eunbi, he looks like he naruto ran in his school hallways until 10th grade.”

she chuckles and shakes her head at your assumptions about him.

“you’d be surprised, y/n. i’m pretty sure he’s fucked most girls in our year.”

WHAT?

there’s no fucking way

what the hell

so he really doesn’t want people to know?

is it a reputation thing?

maybe he’s conservative.

in theory at least?

cause how else would that work

and now you’re intrigued.

that intrigue dies about an hour later when you’re bored out of your mind and decide to go bother tae

“there’s my fav girl!” he yells into the corridor as he swings the door open

you slap your hand right on top of his mouth. “your neighbors, you idiot!”

“oh, right right.”

he’s so dumb seriously

he lets you in and you go to sit on his bed, it’s more comfortable than his couch

“are you expecting anyone else?” you ask, plugging your phone in his charger. you haven’t seen joon in a while.

he thinks about it for a moment. “jungkook’s coming over in like 5 minutes.”

ah

lol

alright

well

perfect opportunity to see if the rumors are true, no??

he’ll break like a dam under pressure

he can’t even look you in the eyes. it’ll be a piece of cake

and then you get an idea to get tae OUT.

“ughhh, i’m really in the mood for some doritos.” you hope he’ll offer to go to the store so you can have a few minutes alone with so-called pussy king jeon jungkook

he shoots up from his couch. “i got some in the kitchen.”

fuck

new plan

you kiss your teeth with a loud smack. “do you have ice cream?”

he thinks about it. “i have a ben & jerry’s tub in the freezer.”

“what kind?”

“strawberry cheesecake.”

bingo

“ughhh, i was really craving some chocolate chip cookie dough.” you add a whine to your tone in hopes you can sell the act

“i’m pretty sure you can order some on uber eats.”

for fuck’s sake

how annoying

“it’s so much more expensive, though.” you try to reason with him

he frowns at you. “so, what do you want me to do?”

you flutter your eyes innocently at him. “will you go to the nightshop?”

he groans

loudly

“you want me to go there for a tub of ice cream?”

“i’m starting my period soon, tae. pleaseeee.”

your period actually just ended but he doesn’t need to know that

a loud sigh leaves his mouth. “alright.”

you blow him a kiss as he leaves through the front door, keys, wallet and phone in hand

not long after tae leaves, the doorbell rings

heart drops straight into your ASS

why are you nervous YOU WANTED THIS

why are you nervous IT’S JUST JUNGKOOK

you swing the door open and well..

there he is

jungkook is a bit startled

he definitely did not expect to see you here

“oh.”

you tilt your head to the side as the surprised sound leaves his lips

his pretty pink lips

the wide cupid’s bow and the double lip rings in the bottom right corner of his mouth

wait

what the FUCK are you doing

SAY SOMETHING DUMB BITCH!!!

“hi.”

… bitch.

hi. REALLY?

“hey,” he chuckles, big black eyes softly squinting at you as his lips stretch in a smile

if you knew him better you’d say that was … mockery.

but wow. that uhhhh was pretty hot

STOP THINKING

“is he here?” he asks, peeking into the seemingly empty apartment

“he’s picking up some snacks from the store. do you want anything?” you step aside to let him in

he walks in and kicks off his shoes

the moment he walks past you to go sit on the couch drives you up the fucking wall

cause he smells

so

fucking

good

“no, thank you.”

you shut the door behind him, wondering why now all of a sudden your heart is beating a mile a minute

he reaches for a controller but comes to an abrupt halt. “d’you mind if i play till hyung gets here?”

hyung

HYUNG

constant reminder that he’s younger than you. GRRRR

you chuckle and wave your hand at him in dismissal. “it’s not like you guys do anything different anyway.”

he glances at you for a moment before deciding not to comment and starting up the console, switching the channel to one of the hdmi slots

another stupid idea

you slowly approach the couch and sit next to him

his eyes slowly shift a few centimeters in your direction but they never reach your figure

he must find it weird cause you ALWAYS claim the bed

ALWAYS!!!

nonetheless, he starts up his video game

“what game is that?” you find yourself asking him something you’ve never given a shit about in your entire fucking life

why would you do that you dumb bitch😭

he slowly glances at you, eyes lingering on your face.

his eyes drop to your lips for a split second before he returns his gaze to the tv. “it’s an rpg.”

hm.

right!

you don’t know what the fuck that is

“what does rpg mean?”

to that, he frowns. this is the most you’ve ever talked to him and you wanna talk about final fantasy?

he answers anyway. “role-playing game.”

ha.

lol.

don’t do it

don’t you fucking do it

“ah. you into role-play, jungkook?”

FOR FUCKS SAKE

oh and the way you said his name YOU NEED TO BE SEDATED

he fully turns his head to you, a blank expression on his face. you can’t tell what he’s thinking at all

just as he looks like he’s about to answer, the front door swings open and it makes him scoot away from you.

….you didn’t even fucking notice he’d gotten closer

FUCK

taehyung appears in the doorframe with a plastic bag in his hand and his usual chirpy expression. “what did i miss?”

to..be…..continued???

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Hello! Im not sure if ya still open for a request, if it still open can i have a rise! Donnie x female reader who is always curious the things didn't they know, reader would asked donnie some questions to him, reader would listen carefully what he told reader and learns it.

bonus: If Reader asked about science or one of donnie's invention (because of curiousity) pretty sure he'll be ecstatic to answer them, but little did they know that donnie has crush on reader.

Ooooh yes yes, I love a reader who enjoys hearing Donnie ramble! And yes! My requests are open! :)

Curious

Pairing: Rise! Donnie x GN! reader

Type: Oneshot

Summary: You are an extremely curious person, and Donnie loves indulging you, maybe he loves it so much because it's you he answers to.

Warnings: None.

MASTERLIST

You've always had a huge sense of wonder, you think it's incredible to still be amazed by what the world can offer no matter how much you learn and grow.

So you are always curious about how things work, why they happen, how they exist, you remember walking in front of the TV as a kid and suddenly realizing you've been standing there for 50 minutes watching how garbage bags and CD's are made.

A lot of people would get tired of answering your questions sometimes, so you tried to limit them and google what you could.

But when you were with the turtles those inhibitions flew out the window, because Donnie was always willing to answer your questions, no matter how weird or dumb they were.

You'd ask if a bald person working as a cook would have to use a fishnet and Donnie would look at you funny but try to answer the best he could.

You'd ask if he would prefer to be blind or deaf and he'd consider the options then choose to keep his sight as it would be the most logical for his interests.

But mostly you'd ask about him and his brothers, mutation, turtles, etc.

You felt like you were a turtle expert by now and he was happy to see you interested in them and their lives even if a bit embarrassed, especially when you'd ask about them as kids.

Worst of, when you asked his dad and suddenly their baby pictures were out, it was a disaster.

Donnie is convinced you stole a couple of pictures but he can find no evidence of this.

But what Donnie personally loved the most was when you were curious about his creations, and you were always curious about them.

Whenever he had something new to show he'd go to you first, or if everyone else was present his eyes would constantly wander back to you while he presented his new baby.

He loved how excited you looked everytime he did, how your eyes searched around every crevice of them and your mouth would form a little 'o' while he explained what it was, your hand would twitch a little as you were eager to raise it to ask a question about it, any question you asked about his inventions would be greeted with his quick in depth answer and his own hands wiggling a little in excitement.

Truth be told what he loved the most was simply, you.

He'd answer any and every question you had if it meant you flashed that bright smile at him everytime he satiated your curiosity.

He'd build a thousand new projects if it meant you'd show him your excitement and curious nature everytime he did just to praise him at the end and share what you knew about the subject with him.

Today as you reached the lair you heard a clang from above in Donnie's lab, so curiously you went up to the second floor towards your friend.

When you walked in you found him mumbling to himself while he removed a plate from a resting S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

"What are you doing?" The sound of your voice startled Donnie and he jumped a little in his place before looking at you and relaxing.

"Ah, I'm working on a new update for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., so I need access to his circuit board, that way I can connect to his interface with my computer and send in the update directly to prevent any errors from sending it wirelessly" he explained while pulling out a second chair from under his desk and offering it to you.

You sat down looking attentively at the AI "What does the update do?" you ask and Donnie smiles gently before returning his attention to the circuit board.

"It mostly just corrects a few bugs he had, but it also improves the security of his firewalls and gives him access to a couple more weapons I added, like a small rocket launcher function" His chuckle at the end of that sounded very mad scientist like and you smiled as you watched him work in silence.

He finished the connection and started the process of transferring data from his computer before turning to look at you, he tilted his head curiously when he noticed that you seemed to want to ask another question.

You sheepishly looked back at him before asking "Do you ever get tired of my questions?" he looked startled at this but you continued quickly "Not that I think you dislike them particularly or something it's just that I know I ask too much sometimes and maybe you'd rather not answer them, it would be fine"

Donnie grasped at words surprised that you would think he'd get tired of them, of you.

He in retrospect could understand why you'd get that idea though, especially since he was usually so impatient with his brothers, but his brothers weren't usually as attentive to his responses as you were, which is what made him more exasperated at them.

"No no, I wouldn't get tired of your questions, in fact I like it that you ask so many questions" He stumbled his answer and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Really?"

Donnie smiled at you "Yeah, it's like you are always on a quest for knowledge and I think that's very admirable, not like my dum-dum brothers who ask questions and ignore the answer when it's not to their favour, scoff!" he rolled his eyes and you chuckled a bit at it, making his smile return as he looked at you fondly.

"Also, you are useful to my own search for knowledge because you actually pay attention to my answers and end up learning a lot about the subjects I'm working on, you give me ideas or share things you found out from going through a rabbit hole of curiosity by yourself, it's very refreshing."

You beamed up at Donnie and he felt his stomach turn, making a mental note to give himself a quick checkup when you were gone.

"Thanks Donnie, and I like it when you answer my questions, you're very good at explaining so it's easy to get it" You told him.

With a little bit of extra courage he continued "I also like it that you rely on me for answers, even when it's a weird question or something I don't know, I like looking for answers for you."

"Why?" Your smile softened and Donnie suddenly realized you both were at the edge of your seats, when had you gotten so close?

Donnie tried his best to keep a cool façade as he answered, but it was hard when you were so close "I like sharing what I know, I like that you listen, that you trust me, I want you to always ask me your questions" Dr. Feelings would be proud of him for managing to identify those feelings, even if Donnie himself wanted the ground to swallow him up the moment they stumbled out of his mouth.

Your eyes seemed brighter for a moment then and you seemed to hesitate again before asking another question.

Donnie looked at you reassuringly as he recovered slightly from the wave of embarrasment he felt, he'd answer all your questions, any question you asked of him he'd always do his best to answer.

"Donnie?" you started.

"Yes?"

"Why do you want me to only ask you my questions?"

It seemed a little redundant, but the answer you were asking of him was a particular one with an emphasis on the 'you', that made it different from the rest of the answers he'd already given you.

Donnie gulped, wanting to go away, to look away from your eyes shining curiously at him, to answer as vaguely as possible and would S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. just finish downloading the update already?

But regardless of the fears he'd bothered April with so many times before, his preconceived ideas of how'd you react or the fear that any moment now his brothers would walk in and interrupt or embarrass him he couldn't deny you, could never deny your curiosity, he'd only ever wanted to feed it.

"Because it means all of your attention is on me." he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

He was surprised as he watched your smile widden brightly, like he'd just given you a great gift.

"Can I ask you another question?"

He would never say no, he furrowed his eyebrows though "Aren't you abusing now?" you giggled at this.

"Do you like me?"

Hi ears rang and eyes widened, his brothers interrupting now didn't seem like a half-bad idea and oh god, you were even closer now.

"You're one of my best friends" he answered quickly and you smiled softly at him.

"I like you" his breathing stopped.

"You do?" he asked in surprise.

"Sometimes I ask more questions just to hear you explain things for longer" You answered a little shyly.

Donnie felt like his brain was exploding and reforming inside his head, and a million questions formed that he wanted to let out, like you both had just switched places.

Instead of asking any of the questions floating through his mind desperately, he answered yours.

"I like you."

Your smile widened impossibly and he faintly noticed his hand had ended up on top of yours and his cheeks felt tight.

Oh he was smiling, he was smiling really wide.

You just stayed like that for a while, the soft buzzing of his computer in the background and your hand warming his.

[probablysya]

Half The World Away - Gojo Satoru × Kamo! Reader

chapter two ⟡ Emotional Playground

Synopsis: After finishing mission together with Nanami and Haibara, (Y/N) feels trapped within her own emotion and..what do you mean “We ran of snacks”, Gojo??!!!

Warnings: Curses Words, Strong Language, Constant Overthinking

(This is just a filler guys, im sorry for disappearing for a month…)

Sometimes, i wonder if i ever allow to make my own decisions. I always being told of what to do. Do this or do that…it’s for your own good and all. I have no one to talk to or to understand with. My father is out of the question, my mother…she’s no longer herself, it’s a shell of her that what’s left.

I’ve been under my grandfather’s grasp, he controls everything about me, even who I should be friends with, apparently he only wants me to be friends with someone who he deems worthy enough or useful, everything is a pawn and strategic in his eyes. He did tried to make me be friend with this kid but literally he is annoying arrogant self-centered idiot.

Everywhere i go, in this formal meeting and other boring clan related events, i see people with their own kingdoms behind their eyes.

Whatever it is, i just dont wanna be part of it. Do whatever you want but leave me out your schemes.

—

Three friends sat around the table, the aroma of sizzling yakiniku filling the air. The grill at the center was loaded with slices of marinated meat, their edges starting to crisp. Nanami, focused and meticulous, was turning the pieces with tongs, ensuring each one cooked to perfection. (Y/N) stared off into space, her mind clearly wandering far from the grill and the conversation.

Suddenly, Haibara broke the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the restaurant. “Do you ever wonder if penguins have knees?”

Nanami and (Y/N) blinked, their attention snapping back to the table. (Y/N) eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you okay?” she asked, half-laughing, half-concerned. Nanami chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he flipped another piece of meat.

Haibara shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Just one of those random thoughts, you know?”

Nanami chuckled, shaking her head. “Only you, Haibara”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t help but smile. “Well, now I’m curious. Do penguins have knees?”

Nanami sighed as he placed the cooked meat in another clean plate, “not you too, (Y/N)”

Haibara and (Y/N) laughed looking at Nanami’s defeated expression, bless his patience. (Y/N) accepted the chopsticks given by Haibara and said her thanks.

Now, how did these three ended up in Yakiniku place? Well they had a mission in the city, specifically in the all girls school. Let’s just say with them three combined, it got wrapped up pretty quick. Since it’s still 3pm, the three decided to have a late lunch and eat yakiniku.

“Dont forget your medicine, (Y/N)” Nanami reminded her as she’s about to grab a bite of the yummy meat that has been dipped in her sauce she made. “Gahh, Ken!! Stop ruining the good mood” she showed her frustration to Nanami, and continued to eat her meat.

While they eats and singing praises with Nanami’s precise grilled meat cooking ability, his phone vibrates, a message from Satoru a long with a photo of them three in front of empty snack cupboard that the juniors and seniors shares.

Gojo Satoru : We ran out of snacks in the pantry, come back with snacks okk??? Its our shared stash after-all, oki thankss (*≧∀≦*)

A wave of annoyance washed over him. He took a long sip of his ocha, letting the cool, refreshing tea calm him down. Haibara and (Y/N) noticed his frown and the sigh that followed.

“What’s up?” Haibara asked, leaning in with curiosity.

Nanami rolled his eyes and showed them the message. “Gojo wants me to buy snacks because we ran out. It’s our shared stash, but they always eats most of it”

Haibara and (Y/N) burst into laughter, the kind that made people at nearby tables glance over. “Of course those three eats everything before we could” Haibara said, shaking her head.

(Y/N) smirked. “You should tell him to sponsor the snacks himself. He’s the ‘Richie Rich’ among us, after all”

Nanami laughed a bit, feeling his annoyance melt away. He quickly typed a response: “Will do, but only if you fund the snack run”

Putting his phone down, Nanami sighed in disbelief at him friends. “Problem solved, for now”

(Y/N) flipped another piece of meat, still chuckling. “It’s always an adventure with you guys”

As the three spent their time before returning to school. (Y/N) relishing and reflecting of her ‘freedom’ despite being in a realm where her grandfather still has control over her and could alter it at will. Even so, she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed spending time with her classmates, enduring her loud seniors, and discovering the joys of being a jujutsu sorceress. Its a false freedom, she knows. But why is it so eventful and slowly filling the emptiness inside her.

“(Y/N)”

(Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts, blinking in surprise as the familiar sounds and smells of the supermarket replaced the restaurant’s ambiance. She was no longer seated at the table with her friends instead, they were all standing in the snack aisle, colorful packages lining the shelves around them.

Nanami and Haibara (who holds the snacks that he was about to put in the shopping cart) walked up to her, concern etched on their faces. “(Y/N), you keep zoning out,” Nanami said gently. “Are you okay?”

Haibara nodded, his brow furrowed. “You seem to be lost in your thoughts a lot lately. Is there something you’re not telling us?”

(Y/N) forced a smile, shaking her head. “I’m fine, really. Just a lot on my mind”

Her friends exchanged worried glances but didn’t press further. As they continued to pick out snacks, (Y/N) felt a pang of guilt. She appreciated their concern but wasn’t ready to share the turmoil inside her. For now, she would focus on the simple task at hand and enjoy the fleeting moments of normalcy with her friends. She’ll tell them, at least Nanami first.

She cursed herself for not able being “normal” and enjoys the moment. Everyday is a war to her, she has to think of what she needs to do for her friends incase her grandfather just..do his thing. She thinks about her uncertain situation within herself as time passes by, she worries she’ll explode due to the power she tried so hard to keep it inside her.

She barely use any of blood for her technique during the mission. She’s glad tho that it spared her from the long fatigue but she worries about it. (Y/N) wished her technique has some of sort of manual book so she wouldn’t be confused or have to figure it out by herself.

There’s another thing, shes been hearing voices lately.

Guess i have to spend another night studying whatever happened to me today.

“(Y/N)!! I found your favorite snacks” Haibara calls for her, waving the snack in the air to get her attention. She smiled as she hurriedly walked towards them.

As they finished grabbed what they want and need, while in queue line (Y/N) stared at the overfilled shopping cart and looked at Haibara, “do we able to pay all of this?”. Nanami stared it as well, internally agreeing with (Y/N). Haibara laughed lowly, “Not to worry, my friends. As you can see” he showed the money to them with proud and wide smile, “Groceries are covered by yours truly”

How the fuck Haibara got that money in cash? Her jaw dropped as she see the cash, well it will definitely pays for everything but the question is still left unanswered. “Haibara….you didn’t steal someone’s good money right?” She asked as her face expresses shock and she stand behind in Nanami. Haibara waved his hand to calm down his classmate, “no no no, Gojo-Senpai sent the money and i took the cash out”

Oh…that explains. Wait did he actually take it serious about the message? Geez such a rich kid

“Okay then, that covers everything. Lets just pay and return to the school quick. Haibara, return the change money to Gojo okay?” Nanami said, scratching the back of his head as he just couldn’t believe what happened.

—

“Suguru” Satoru calls him in his typical Satoru tone, seems like he’s impatient. “When they’ll be back??? Im hungry…” He said, as he lies sprawled on the floor next to a bed, with their upper body on the ground and their legs resting on Shoko’s bed. We just ate dinner, Satoru, Suguru said to himself.

Suguru who sits on the floor not far from Satoru, handed him Suguru’s last chips while still glue his eyes on his book. “Patience, Satoru. I bet they’re on their way back” which made Satoru let out a deep, frustrated sigh and muttered, “Ugh,” clearly expressing his impatience.

After a quick smoke on the back balcony of her dorm, Shoko returned to her friends lounging in the living room. The unmistakable smell of cigarettes clung to her clothes. She went to grab her perfume, only to find the bottle empty.

“Sheesh, I’m out of perfume,” she muttered, mostly to herself. She then turned to her friends. “I’ll be right back, just gonna borrow some from (Y/N) next door”

Her friends exchanged puzzled glances. “Wait, what? You’re just gonna let yourself in?” Satoru asked.

Shoko shrugged and grinned. “Duh, we share a lot of things. She wouldn’t mind anyway” With that, she headed out the door, leaving her friends shaking their heads in amused disbelief.

“Well come think of it, there are some stuff that doesn’t look like Shoko would have” Satoru as he showed Suguru stuffs one by one that’s on Shoko’s study desk. Few stationary, books and hand creams. “Well let them be, they are close even though its been a month since (Y/N)-kun came here” Suguru shrugged it off.

A month, huh?

“Hmmm” Satoru responded, don’t know what else to say. Suguru didn’t have to look at Satoru’s expression to tell something weird about him, despite his lack of emotion change and him wearing sunglasses…in indoor??. “You know, Satoru. I’ve been meaning to ask you this but never got to but…what’s up with you and (Y/N)-kun?”

“Heh?” Satoru nudged a little, he is currently playing games in his phone. He kinda understands where Suguru means but is it really that obvious?. “Nothing really” its all he can said.

“Im guess you scare her. Satoru, the way you speak is like a punk. Please watch your tone. You scaring the first years” Suguru said, as he flipped the next page. Satoru just shrugged it off and continued playing.

It’s complicated, Suguru, he said to himself

——

The three were arranged the many bought snacks in the dorm kitchen. As they arranged the snacks and placed it the cupboard neatly, Nanami stared at the growing pile in confusion. “How did we end up with so much? I didn’t even notice we bought this many!”. Haibara nervously sweating, “well we have the chance so…i thought go all out?”

(Y/N) continued to put the soft drinks in the refrigerator. She noticed that Suguru and Satoru drinks them often so theres no harm on stocking up right? While they do their thing, the three senior made them presences known.

“Wahhh, so many” Suguru said in amazed.

Actually i think we could at least have 2 months supply of snacks, (Y/N) said to herself as she heard Suguru

“Let us help” Suguru offers, and gives a sign to his two friends to help, Shoko immediately help (Y/N), while Satoru was reluctant. “Oh yeah, heres the change. Thank you so much” Haibara gives the money back to Satoru.

Shoko who noticed a subtle difference from (Y/N) and points at the hairclips in her hair. “Wahh, you look different, (Y/N)”. She touched her hair where Shoko points at and shyly explained, “well…the front piece of my hair was bothered me a little. So I bought it….it was 100 yen, so..”

“Ahh it suits you” she said with a smile ans continued what she was doing. Suguru on the other hand, though grateful with the many snacks, he just couldn’t believe his best friend just throw money like that, “umm Haibara-Kun, how much all of this cost?”

Haibara-Kun brightly answered the cost and Suguru felt like he wanted to slam his head to the wall. He knew its something Satoru to do with this but he’ll deal with it later. God i thank you for this blessing but please help my best friend or else he’ll bankrupt himself, Suguru said to himself.

—

Low dim light is bad for your eyes, (Y/N) knew that. But she just couldn’t bother to turn on the main light of her room. Its already 9.21pm anyway, she should be asleep right now. And yet she’s still in her study desk, writing her journal, deep in her books regarding her own power. She looked through everything, science book, history books, anything to find a clarity to her.

Dont they ever think a manual book or guide book would help the next generation a lot? She complained as she’s writing her journal in fury.

Life is a mystery and everything inside of it as well. If she has a choice, she would just ignore everything and live on. But the sign she noticed is too much for her to ignore. She stretched her hands up in the air and stare at the post it on the wall. She has been writing voices she heard out of nowhere, images she’s see out of the blue.

Master Tengen

A man with a curse in his shoulder

Rebirth

A girl at Aquarium

“I’m tired”

A gunshot

What could this all be? She really wished a manual book did exist so she wouldn’t stuck finding the answer of her own. She layed her head to the side on her study table and glance at the snow globe that Kei gifted to her years ago, the movement from the ornament made her fell asleep.

————

Guys, im currently in abroad, i’ll make sure to update the next chapter probably next week, see you guys.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVES. please do not translate, copy or plagiarize any of my write work.

[quilna]

im not too sure if this is the right account to send this ask to (very sorry if it isnt) but i was curious if youd be willing to chat/ramble about your own personal jekyll and hyde version? i remember having a small talk with you on artfight about your jekyll and hyde version (im dragondog from artfight if youre curious) and my curiosity has been peaked ever since. i need to know more. your own personal jekyll and hyde designs and story seem so interesting but i rarely see you talk about them which i think is just absolutely criminal.

:00000000

The sacred question has been asked - someone has asked about my ocs-

This is a perfectly okay account to ask this to! It's the closest I've got to a Jekyll and Hyde account after all.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking!!! This ask was gnawing at me in a good way for most of the day while I was away from my computer, considering what information to include and how to explain stuff. It was a lot of fun!

I'm also glad you found them interesting!!!

(Also going to say before I start is that my Jekyll and Hyde versions get very self indulgent which is why I usually keep them to myself so some factors about my story might sound rather weird or seem to come out of left field. Just a heads up.)

So I guess the best place to start would probably be with Jekyll and Hyde themselves?

Like the book, the two of them are basically the same person. When Jekyll turns into Hyde and vice versa, nobody 'takes control', it's more like getting high or drunk where they're still the same person but still act quite different or think differently from each other.

However, they do have differing opinions on each other. Hyde, being a less repressed version of Jekyll, understands a lot of Jekyll's emotions better than him. He knows when Jekyll regrets something or cares more than he wants to let on. Though, as much as he can have these realisations, when he turns back into Jekyll, he tends to dismiss them as 'irrational' thoughts brought on by the potion and not worth considering (aka, the repression kicks in and he refuses to entertain any conclusions he came to as Hyde.)

This leads to a lot of frustration and concerns from Hyde. The knowledge that he has to turn back into Jekyll, whereupon anything he's realised about themself, anything that could help them both, will be instantly dismissed by himself the moment he turns back. No matter how much he writes it down or tells it to himself again and again because it's not forgotten, Jekyll just doesn't want to look at it. And he can't just bother Jekyll as a hallucination ghost like most adaptations. When he turns back, Hyde is gone. Like a stain of breath on glass.

This also leads to fear from Hyde towards his alter ego - If Jekyll ever decided the potion wasn't worth his time and threw it away, Hyde would be unable to do anything about it, would be the one throwing it away in fact. He wouldn't be able to scream or protest or anything. And he enjoys being Hyde. It wouldn't really be death but he enjoys being Hyde so much and hates the monotony of Jekyll so much that it would be like a death.

Luckily, Jekyll isn't planning on throwing the potion out because they do feel the same way and Jekyll enjoys taking the potion and being Hyde just as much (even if he would never actually admit that's the reason). The fear is still there though, ever present.

...I've gotten so deep into explaining their relationship that I have not explained anything else yet, whoops.

Both Jekyll and Hyde have some inhuman traits about them since the first transformation. Jekyll has mildly reflective eyes like a cat but it can only be seen in certain lighting so nobody notices. He also moves with a little too much perfection, a little too graceful, a little lacking in the usual human clumsiness.

Hyde, meanwhile, is just very off putting in many ways. For one is his eyes as shown by this diagram that I made for artfight. (Also his teeth, and his insides being green)

His eyes change shape, a bit like a cartoon character. Other people can, in fact, see this and it is, in fact, weird for them. (He can also probably say <3 and everyone else asks how he just did that with his mouth.)

He also changes based on Jekyll's perception of himself and his 'evils'. This means he can get taller or shorter, or become more obviously monstrous or go back to just being a guy with an uneasy feel about him just based on Jekyll's opinions. If Jekyll starts to fear Hyde and view him as a threat, Hyde changes physically to reflect this.

Personality-wise, Jekyll likes to keep control over every aspect of his life, creating perfect schedules for everything that he's going to do in a day, timing each event down to the minute, designing contingencies in case anything unexpected happens. He can be friendly enough to other people for the sake of his image but he still comes across as rather cold and distant.

Hyde, meanwhile, is obviously free of all this and does whatever he pleases. He tends to be loyal and loving, to the point of being a little too obsessed, and is exceedingly open about how he's feeling. He's also incredibly truthful - he almost never lies about anything but will often fae-rule his way out of anyone realising the real truth. For example, he's very open about being Doctor Jekyll but nobody believes him because he'll just drop it into a conversation and won't elaborate or will elaborate in a way that just sounds even more like a lie. And, of course, Jekyll himself will obviously deny it, so...

Besides that, Jekyll keeps three lab rats, Noir, Spot, and Rose who, due to the potion being used on them, can also change shape like Jekyll and Hyde. As such, Hyde tends to take them with him when he goes out.

(Also, smaller headcanon but Hyde tends to repeat words or phrases twice, "Indeed indeed", "What? What?", etc. Just seemed like a fun addition.)

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Next, Lanyon.

Lanyon and Jekyll are on weird terms because they had a fight years back. After seeing Jekyll's science get more and more dangerous over the years, Lanyon was afraid that he would some day hurt himself in a way he couldn't take back or even die from it. After trying to convince Jekyll to stop for ages, Lanyon finally put their foot down and said that, if Jekyll didn't stop, they would leave.

Both Jekyll and Lanyon deeply regret the argument but neither of them can take it back. Jekyll is too stubborn to admit that he was ever in the wrong and Lanyon can't take it back because then they don't have anything else to hold over Jekyll's head to get him to stop.

At least, that was how the fight was initially.

After the potion was taken, Lanyon, who was very close to Jekyll's mad science experiments and was very used to seeing the signs that Jekyll had done something to himself, was the only person who noticed the change. Seeing Jekyll's new changes terrified Lanyon deeply because he knew Jekyll had done something but he didn't know what. Being a rather skittish person, Lanyon was too scared to speak to Jekyll after that, doing all they could to avoid him.

Maybe things could have continued that way with the two avoiding each other. However, after the fight, Lanyon came out as genderfluid.

They had been meddling with their own gender before in quiet but the fight basically gave Lanyon the midlife crisis moment they needed to go "You know what? I don't care about anyone's opinions. I've seen what caring about ones image did to Jekyll and I don't want to be anything like that."

And so came Hastie and Hattie, two names for the same person, just using different pronouns and names based on what Lanyon felt like at the time.

Jekyll, however, was avoiding hearing anything about Lanyon and completely missed this massive piece of information. Jekyll is also notably, very wrapped up in his own very small world and opinions (also, no internet). He has no idea that transness is a thing.

Hence, Jekyll believes that Hastie and Hattie are not the same person but, instead, brother and sister. Lanyon, meanwhile, who was so open and so gossiped about when they first came out, doesn't even realise that anyone could??? not know????? that they're the same?????? Everyone else knows! They don't even look that different!

This all cumulates in one fateful night where Lanyon, going by Hattie, and Hyde meet. The two of them get along like a house on fire, neither caring much for society's rules and both of them being in some way being shunned for their peculiarities. Hyde is much more outgoing and often pushes Lanyon outside of their comfort zone while Lanyon is more level-headed and can often do the planning and thinking that Hyde neglects to keep them both safe.

All the while, Hyde has no idea that he's talking to Hastie and Lanyon has no idea that they're talking to Jekyll.

Personality-wise Lanyon tends to be very down-to-earth and prefers to do things by the book for the most part. Though this is only for the most part - in terms of dealing with other people, Lanyon gets much more expressive, dressing wildly and often doing strange things like taking live geese into a dinner party. While this does allow them to express themselves in some ways that are beneficial to them, like becoming comfortable with their gender identity, some of these behaviours, like the live geese in the dinner party, are very much a way to push away the people around them, afraid of something going wrong after their experiences with Jekyll.

Until they meet Hyde, Utterson is their only friend (which Utterson is quite concerned about, often trying to encourage Lanyon to make more friends.)

Besides that, Lanyon is fond of gardening, collecting crystals, astrology, and yoga. They dabble with a lot of relaxation stuff like chamomile tea, incense, lavender, etc.

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Utterson, meanwhile, tends to be the most calm and collected out of the three of them, seemingly unbothered by most of what life throws at him and good at handling even the most stressful situations with ease. Not to mention, he has the most unexpected range of skills and knowledge. Whenever anyone has a problem, he's the number one person to go to for help.

However, for the most part, he fades into the background and tends to remain forgotten until someone needs him for something which leaves him lonely and often desperate for attention while being unable to get it. His work as a lawyer allows him to get fleeting amounts of attention, but it's not quite enough and that often leaves him vulnerable to falling in with bad people.

While Lanyon sees straight through Jekyll, Utterson has fallen quite a bit into seeing Jekyll as innocent and naïve, someone who doesn't fully understand how cruel the world can be and needs to be protected from it. This means, when Hyde shows up and Jekyll changes his will for him, Utterson is quite quickly defensive of Jekyll and aggressive towards Hyde, believing that Hyde has nothing but bad intentions. Hyde, however, is quite head-over-heels for Utterson and determined to seduce him or at least set him up with Jekyll.

While Utterson appears unaffected by anything that crosses his path, this is actually because he has difficulty expressing his emotions, his expression and tone generally remaining static. Only people close to him can generally tell what he's thinking and feeling as a result.

Personality-wise, Utterson is generally quite kindly and generous, often seen giving food and money to the homeless. Though, his morality can be a bit of a roulette wheel at times, willing to do questionable things at times if he deems it for a good enough cause.

In terms of hobbies, he will often bake things for his friends and carried the three of them through university as the only one who could actually cook. He also has a slightly more morbid interest in taxidermy and keeps a room in his house for his work.

(For another smaller headcanon, he and Lanyon tend to get into pun fights, much to Jekyll's agony.)

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Then there's Lenore Carew (aka, Lisa Carew, she just got renamed along the way). She makes up the third member of Hyde's little friendship squad with Lanyon. An excitable lady with an interest in the occult and monsters. She and Jekyll were once set to be married but, due to a mutual realisation that neither liked the other in that way, they broke it up. Jekyll has been avoiding her ever since, finding the situation awkward, but Hyde is very much down to be friends with her again.

While she does her best to live up to her family name, being as much of a respectable and graceful lady as she can be, in her spare time she'll often sneak out to go running after whatever haunted house or cryptid sighting she's heard of lately.

The actual reason for her interest is because her mother, before she died, was a prophet, gifted with Sight and Lenore, raised with all these stories of her grandeur and powers, is determined to find a way to awaken those same powers in herself.

However, along the way, these powers actually do start to manifest and, as it turns out, a lot scarier and more difficult to control than she ever realised.

Most particularly, sometimes when she looks at Jekyll, she sees something - or someone - else in his place. She has no idea what these visions mean, whether it's a vision from the future, from the past, or something else entirely.

Personality-wise, while she can excitable and often gets ahead of herself, she can be very kind and compassionate towards others, always the first to slow down and check if someone is okay or to offer a hug to those in need. She can also often show a childish side, enjoying stuffed toys, getting along well with kids, or just playing games.

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Uh, so anyway, there's a bunch more but this post is getting long and I've taken all day with this. If I take much longer, it's going to look like I'm not going to answer. I think this is the stuff that most people would be interested in anyway, Lanyon, Utterson, Jekyll, and Hyde. I'm still missing out an explanation of the worldbuilding itself and the antagonists, not to mention little details and side characters like Poole and such.

I fool around with these characters a lot and that means there's more information than I even remember most of the time until something pops into my head and I go "Ohhhh that plot point. That was fun."

Thank you again for the ask!!!!

[appleflavoredkitkats]

do you have any headcanons on what russell went through during his time with the utopians?

HELLO ISSY!! im in the middle of plotting my version of ivywood so i have SOME things... but not everything is fully fleshed out! here r some of them (under the cut!)

since it's sort of implied that russell's been raised there since birth/childhood, i feel like his parents only joined because they were struggling financially, which the utopians would have aided

i do think russell would have HATED the strict regulations at a young age. like obviously, he would still grow to adapt to some things (ie. desperate need to prove himself worthy, because the utopians would have deprived that of their followers) but to me, russell is just too much of a curious child. he wouldn't have kept his curiosities at bay, especially since he loved learning about more mind-boggling things like cryptic codes, linguistics, the human brain, etc. at a young age

i think this guy! would have been a very lonely child! esp since he's austistic and trans! since he's afab, i feel like his autism diagnosis would have come in late (like maybe 10 years old?) and that's the same time he would have realized he was trans. so he basically became a disappointment amongst the utopians. like parents would tell their kids that russell would be the child NOT to imitate u get me

but i feel like as much as i think russell would come out of this with insecurities, i think his pride is one of the reasons that got him out of there in the first place? and i mean, call him egotistical all you want, but the last thing russell would want to do is doubt his capabilities because that's EXACTLY what the utopians would have wanted.

in my version of ivywood, i made "once upon a crime" happen AFTER "wild wild death" because i hc that trevor neuman was responsible for russell's interest in psychology. but don't get it twisted, he doesn't rlly like the kid- rather, the higher-ups in utopia saw potential in his intelligence and wanted to profit off of that. to me, russell might have possibly made the foundations for their brainwashing mechanism, but russell himself doesn't realize that it actually works

i do think russell was genuinely close to his parents, although they don't get along all the time because the two are depressed servants of the cult. i do think russell would have had a closer bond to his mother though. i'd like to think she actually helped russell escape at 16. the only reason she didn't go with him was because she wanted to convince jupiter to go with her, but he adamantly refused out of fear.

the higher-ups definitely knew that caroline (russell's mom) assisted his escape and so they would have murdered her and framed it as an accident. when this happened, they utilized jupiter's grief to make him stay in utopia even longer.

after hearing news about his mom's death, russell would have sneakily watched the funeral from afar. that's when he received the note that says he has nowhere to hide.

i need to flesh this out even more, but i definitely think russell reached out to the pbpd after he escaped. i think it would be funny if andrea assigned frank to look after him, at least up until russell finds a secure job to move out lol. there is a reason these two are at each other's throats all the time !

to return to the utopians though, i genuinely think that the fact russell was raised in a cult fucked up his sense of identity and vulnerability, in a sense that. this mfker HATES showing his true self to anyone in fear of it being used against him. his flirty, manipulative mask is definitely just. a mask. because it's a survival skill he developed after escaping !

moreover i do think he gets impostor syndrome sometimes because as much as he's a genuinely prideful person, sometimes he thinks he feels the need to grab everyone's attention because he was so deprived of it when he was young. so sometimes he does have to grapple with that, because he HATES thinking that a part of him is still disgustingly utopian

[etherealyoungk]

telling each other your first impressions of each other + seungcheol or wonwoo <3

valentine's day event | thank you for the request! i did this with with seungcheol

"cheol", you say, getting his attention from across the table. "hm", he asks, looking up at you. "im curious about something", you prompt. "about what?", he asks. "i wanna know what you thought of me", you say. "like your first impression of me", you add for some context.

"hm. honestly i didn't know what to expect. all hoshi told me was you were a nice person and that i should just go out once with you", he adds. hoshi had played the cupid and matchmaker in getting you and seungcheol together. he had set you up on a blind date with seungcheol after you had a bad breakup with your ex. hoshi was tired of seeing you cry over a 'piece of trash' like he liked to emphasise and had set you up with seungcheol, who he said was a really good man, unlike your trashy ex.

"so when i saw you, you were so...sweet and shy. you were so nervous and i was trying my best to break the ice with you. oh, and i do remember how we fought over who was going to pay the bill", he says with an amused smile as he recalls the moment.

""your turn. what did you honestly think of me?", he asks, curiosity reflecting in his eyes as he looks at you."

"you looked really intimidating at first, like a 'don't mess with me' type of guy. but then once you started talking, you were a completely different person. and half the reason i fell for you in the first place was because of your stupid dimple. because when you smiled at me and your dimple showed, i think my heart skipped a beat at that moment", you explain and seungcheol's hearty laughter fills your ears.

"you're too cute", he says giving you a grin, his hand reaching out to caress yours from over the table.

[thewitcheswitch89]

Ghostober 2024

by @kroas-adtam

Read on AO3 or Wattpad

Seven inches of satanic panic ?

Size Kink (?)

Copia x gn Reader

Soft Smut

Summary : You have a gift for Copia and you are more than nervous to see his reaction… will he like it?

(This is a bit silly. But I was not in the mood for full smut mode at the moment… So here it is…)

„Copia!“, you walked to him smiling nervously. Yo knew this could Backfire on you. But here you were, holding a wrapped up Box in your hands. A present for Copia.

„I have a surprise for you!“

Copia sat on the couch and looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. He glanced down at the Box, a smirk on his Lips and curiosity in his eyes. Yous at down next to him.

Copia leand over towards you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

„ A surprise?“, he purred, his lips pressing a kiss on you cheek. „ Well i love surprises.“

You handed him the Present. As he took it from you, you knew there was no going back now. And you realy had to fight the urge to snatch the Box back from his hand. Not sure anymore if this present had been a good idea.

Slowly Copia began to unwrapping the present. Once he did, he opend the Box. And you watched him intently.

„Copias eyes widend as he saw what was inside the Box.

A Size increaser Kit.

His cheeks grew red and he quickly closed the Box again. Clearing his throat, before he looked at you.

„Ah…That IS a surprise, amore!“, he mumbled, trying to keep his cool, but his mind way running wild. And he couldnt help but wonder why you would give him a gift like this.

„ I uhh…!“, he looked at you, slightly flusterd.  He looked down at the box and then back at you.

„ What exactly…do you want me to…to do with this, Amore?“. His voice soft and a little uneven.

Your smile had faded already as you saw his reaction. It was exactly the reaction that you dont wanted from him, and you regreted it imidiatly that you have gave him that gift. You looked at him your cheeks flushed from slight embaressedment.

 " You...you...can use it...I mean . you...you know how to use these things right?...i ...Ehh...!", you stumbled over your words

Copias cheeks grew redder, only worsen as you began to stumble over your words. He rubbed the back of his neck, with a nervous chuckle. Though he nodded slowly.

„ I know haow to use it…“, he mumbled, glancing down at the Box, before up to your again. „ Im just…wondering…Why you want me to use it?“.

You shifted nervously. " I ...Thought why not ...add something new to our sex life!" you replied.

Feeling embarresed still to tell him the real reason behind that gift. You couldnt bring yourself to tell him.

Copia placed the Box down on the couch and chuckled softly, while shaking his head. He felt a mixture of amusment and embarressment. His hand came up tot o his hair, he let his hand sliding in back.

„ Ah…well…“, he began a little shy. „ Youre probably not wrong about that…But still…Im wondering why you would choose something like that?“.

" Babe...Please dont think i gave that to you ...because i think that your to small...", you said fast. " " Its not the case.....you know that you are...more then...enough for me!".

Feeling the urge to assure him. And this wasnt the case realy. He had more than enough to offer.

Copia quickly waved a hand at you, shaking his head. His cheeks still flushed.

“Ah, ah, ah—I didn’t think you gave it to me for that reason.” He assured you. “I know you don’t think I’m small, my love….but I’m still curious as to what motivated you to buy it….”

" Well..." you blushed and bite your lip. Your nervousness made you shift on the couch. "I ...I thought maybe...you could get ....ehh...A little Bigger!"

Copia chuckled his nervousness slowly faded. He reached out and pulled you closer to him, That gesture made you gasp, in surpise, even more so as he pulled you onto his lap. He hummed in thought, and started to play with the hem of your shirt. Wich made a shiver rund down your spine. He looked up at you.

"You...want me to get bigger, huh?" He murmurs, a hint of teasing in his voice as his eyes meet yours. "And how big do you want me to get?"

You chuckled nervously. "Ehhm...I don't know!"

"Well, you must have some idea." He mused, his hands slowly sliding up your sides. "Come on, amore... tell me how big you think I should get."

This question took you a little off guard, you didnt expected him tob e this bold out of a sudden. You smiled down at him, and took a moment to collect your running thoughts. Now slightly clouded by the growing desire for him.

" More than your Seven inches of Satanic Panic!", you smiled down at him. Couldnt believe that you realy said that out loud.

Copia chuckled at that, his nose brushing against your cheek as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. He let out a satisfied sigh at the feel of your skin against his, his hands slowly working their way up your back.

"My 'seven inches of satanic panic'?" He repeated, giving you an amused look, one eyebrow raised. "Why would you want me to be any bigger than that, love? Do you think I won't be able to please you anymore if I don't get bigger?"

"No...but...maybe...just maybe...8 or 9 inches would be...more fun!" you murmured, playing with the collar of his shirt.

A small shiver ran down his spine as you spoke, heat rising through his body at the thought of getting bigger. His hands moved down to your hips, a small grin appearing on his face.

"Hmm..." He began, his head moving to place soft kisses on your neck.“You think so, Mia Cara?” He whispered, his lips brushing your skin with every word. "8 or 9 inches, huh? You don't think that's too much? ...."

You laughed..." No...Definitely not!", feeling your confidence return with each passing moment.

Copia chuckled at your response, a grin growing as he continued to plant soft kisses across your skin, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He hummed as he slowly began to pull your shirt up, running his hands up your bare back. "So confident..." he mused, his lips moving up to your ear.

"Are you sure you can handle this, my love?" He asked, his voice now a soft, sultry whisper.

" Yes...I can handle it, you know...and I can handle it if you get...a little bigger, you know...I love big things!" you bit your lip.

Copia chuckled again, his eyes darkening a bit at your words. His hand slid slowly down your back again, playing with the waistband of your pants. "Ah... you like big things, huh?" He asked, his lips moving to your neck again.

"So you think you can handle me getting a little bigger...well, I guess we could find out, amore"

His fingers slowly began to undo your pants, his hands slowly starting to pull down the zipper. His lips continued to linger on your neck, leaving hickeys on the sensitive skin. He pushed your shirt up higher and began to leave them on your chest as well. "Just a little bigger then..." He murmured, his hot breath against your skin.

[neoncat666]

extremely long shadows over welde character analysis post

by extremely long i mean its fucking 3k words cause I go too silly.

Spoilers up to ep 8 and its mostly rambles so apolocheese. I also posted this on my twitter so if u saw it there here's an actual text version LOL

Argentum:

Oh my god. You are soooo…… First of all, in the story we’ve gotten this. Argentum is a strong headed, curious person who is a bit stubborn and holds themself at a bit of a graceful appearance on the outside. They are smart, witty, but also a bit of a temper especially when it comes to frankly a little stupid ideas. They are also kind and care for others. We were shown from the beginning that they enjoy their work and meeting fans and even with people they just met are willing to help them stay safe. Also they’re a little dumb. Sometimes curiosity overrides rational thinking and that was shown when they touched the weird fucking webbing in the cave and also that ENTIRE plan when there was the confrontation between Vhaeraun and Lolth which was fucking actually crazy. This isn’t even beginning to talk about the head friend. I am constantly thinking about that voice and who that could be. Brings us speculation around them. Argentum is not human, or at least fully human. Their eyes are def not human and Hayden is a silly lil guy who would pull a trick like that. There was one speculation on them possibly being a Kalashtar and I think it could fit but honestly for now it hasn’t been on my forefront. I also bought the inscriptor class finally and was looking at how possibly they were built. What stats what subclass ect. I don’t fucking know.. Now you might be asking “Hey why don’t you just ask?” CAUSE IM SCARED. But honestly cause I wanted to see if I could figure it out myself lmao. It boiled down to either Mystery or Historian subclass is what Snail helped me narrow to. Could be wrong tho. There’s also little tidbits about Argentum that have come from outside the sessions like when I asked if they had a canonical birthday cause “celebrating fictional characters birthdays is cringe” “fuck you happy birthday argentum” is funny. Still honestly wanna know if any of the party has canon birthdays. I got hit with the “Oh they don’t know their own birthday.” and then swindled. There was also the discussion on Hayden’s pcs never really having parents or family and Argentum was included in that list which more or less got confirmed in session this episode (7). I still don’t know their motives, still don’t know their relationships with others because it seems everyone is connected to someone except Argentum, and I still don’t know who their patron is and if that is the same as the voice in their head. Love the silly though

Phoenix:

Fifi….. Not much was known about you until today and holy shit did it rock my world. Before we had known he was the apprentice to Ipswich and was sent in his place as guest of honor. We also then found out he was a spy working on tailing Lolth and that’s kinda all we knew about Phoenix for a bit, at least heavy lore wise. He’s a sarcastic, witty, bitch and I love him so much. I could never surpass Snail as Phoenix Enjoyer but it’s close. We learned a bit more during the nightmare drink sequence where he met his patron and got his powers fucking zapped. A couple things stood out to me from it. How his patron looked and specific wording from Phoenix. We know Ipswich isn’t mortal anymore but Phoe had said something along the lines of “I’d get my ass kicked and be right back here the next day.” He is surrounded by death or even just the undead. His patron deals in undead magic and I don’t think if Phoenix gets knocked down he wouldn’t be back again looking all fine the next day. We don’t know his patron’s name which like. Fuck. but lmao. Anyways Ipswich is tracking him like crazy and says he has this important quest although we don’t know a lot of Phoe’s thoughts and feelings on what he’s doing. To me it almost seems like he’s a tool or pawn for others and idk if I can fully call him a good person. Doing a bit of research into his pact and such it seems that he’s just going to possibly lose more and more humanity as he gets stronger but also i couldn’t tell you how much he has already. There’s also the whole cousins and throne thing that got dropped this episode. It seems his family is also involved with this whole scheme but Phoe is the favourite of the bunch. The idea that he could possibly be royalty was also thrown around and i think if he was like secret prince it would be from a large family all vying for a throne or he is working with Ipswich and others to usurp the current ruler and take the power for himself. Although knowing Fifi it’ll probably be like a secret third option. Not much except he’s so 90s movie older sister to me and the fact Ipswich runs a school for swindlers which is kinda funny.

Sunder:

Babygirl. Pookie. Love of my life who I want to kill me. God. This is now my love letter to you. I saw you across the bar and thought you were sooo scary and I’ve been enraptured ever since. Anyways that’s a freak. He’s not the most talkative and seems more lonely despite everything. They’re funny, loyal, kind, and ruthless. We didn’t get much for Sunder for a bit until mostly the shopping episode. We learned a bit through Kelly and the nightmare drink of what makes up Sunder but it didn’t really culminate until the head crushing I would say. Honestly I don’t even care I just fucking love the way Sunder is played. Like I’m sitting here trying to find words that aren’t just I think he’s neat cause I do think analyzing him is intriguing. They’re going to get angry and they’re going to get violent and you are not safe. It’s something that was so surprising at first because of how much Sunder kind of fell into the background. The nightmare drink gave us the first look at this, that Sunder had apparently killed someone, a kid even, but a lot of their violence was played off as a joke by the community, I know I did. Learned today that the person in that nightmare was Ilmater and it shows that she wasn’t lying when she said that visions and nightmares of this accident are a plague. I believe them when they say it was an accident and idk how young they were but to harbor that from a young age will fuck you up. Their morals are something that intrigues me i would say the most. No trouble in murder although I assume that’s more or less towards people who piss him off or are generally bad people. He’s kind hearted and that’s shown a lot especially with this last interaction I’d say. I still need to like rewatch a lot of parts of it but “we were just kids” genuinely fucking rocked me to my core and it got me i won’t lie. We’re still very early in but idk, I want to see Sunder truly happy and not haunted by the ghosts of their past. I feel this was most likely the first step but it’s hard to say as we go forward. I think violence and blood will always follow it’s just how they choose to take it.

The Wall:

I think now Wall is the character we know the least about, at least to me. We know his duty to Eilistraee and his duty to Zephrael and also his little foodie quirks (love him dearly) but outside of that I don’t think we know a lot. He’s the character I have the least notes for now but I do know this. He is loyal to a fault, a little dense, kind, and revels in battle and violence. I think about his nightmare and the fear of losing her and the sword then what happened to this episode. He’s had this since he was a child and then he had this dream, this trip to the beastland plane and looked Eilistraee in the eye and fought her. I believe he still loves her, cares for her, but I also think it has changed since that episode no doubt. Rewinding a bit, I think a bit about him being told he has to be pure of heart in order to wield the sword. What does pure of heart truly mean? Wall loves fighting and murder. He actively committed torture. Also he’s the bodyguard for an objectively bad man. There’s the argument of his intentions are pure although I doubt you can do a lot of what he did and have those intentions be fully pure. It’s just something I think about more than probably a normal person should teehee. Anyways the conversation he and Rae had at the beginning of this session should classify as psychological warfare cause I genuinely do not think I’m ever going to recover. I have been talking about it for weeks how they are the chosens, favored, by literal enemies and seem to have some sort of hit on them by a couple of deities now. I thought about how it might affect relationships and how Wall views them. We know he’s very loyal but I always wondered how far he would need to be pushed before that is broken. Seems like an extreme amount. His morals are probably what intrigue me the most tbh. I’d kill to know what his alignment is LMAO. Most of all I just really love the Wall because he is goofy and silly but he also isn’t a stupid brick wall that doesn’t know anything and I really enjoy seeing the times he gets to explain things. Fuck it we Wall.

Zephrael:

Okay so this will be the longest one cause I’m biased and yes Zephrael is my favourite. I always feel a little bad when it comes to that and showing that favouritism because I truly do love the entire party so much. This hit me the most when the show was just starting out and I did feel like I needed to show how much I loved each character and not just focus on Rae lol. I hope this thread can at least show that (if you even make it this far) Anyways Zephrael is a fucking freak and I love him so much. I’ve done multiple posts on him before and yeah Im gonna repeat some of it here i wont lie. Right out the gate we probably learn the most and yet the least about Rae’s past and present. He is an emissary for the reformed church of Lolth and an honored guest. He had known about Edo’s work before and talked about how it had helped with relations between the public and the reformed church. This means everything and nothing to us. But it does show that despite Rae’s… oddness, he is extremely well spoken when he wants to be and I think about that speech a lot. The next few episodes gave us some more information yet also a lot more questions. These weird pains that seem to predict disasters, the extreme phobia of spiders despite being a paladin of Lolth, and his both egotistical yet self deprecating attitude. It was fascinating to watch him because he clashed but never in a way that made him irredeemable and I’ll go more into that at the end section. A few early things I thought about a lot before the catalyst that was the nightmare drink were who the reformed church was, where did Zephrael come from, why was he chosen as this ambassador, and why he didn’t know undercommon but knew abyssal. These are still questions I have to this day LMAO. The nightmare drink vision I possibly overanalyze the most next to Phoenix’s. It stood out due to the fact that it wasn’t, bad. Rae could see again, he saw his father and best friends again, he got told he was going to learn the truth again. Why was this considered a bad thing? Everyone else experienced horrors and regrets yet Zephrael got sorrow. It jumpstarted the part aasimar Rae theory tho. Angel imagery Rae makes me clinically insane I won’t lie and his father having these large wings and bright white light did not help. There’s the big question of what he is and also how he joined the church. Hell, even how he feels about the church as well, truly at least. During one of the hiatuses fandom went crazy and Snail Snailmuds dropped out of nowhere that the runes on Rae’s body weren’t just random but fucking translated abyssal that said “PAIN CHAOS POWER” which first of all goes hard second of all what the fuck.

Theory crafting for Zephrael always feels like climbing uphill and also being constantly shot at cause every time something happens with that man it turns out to be a secret third thing going on oh mygod. Anyways I’ve discussed whether or not he was forced into this church, was kidnapped, born into it, ect because at the end of the day, he seems to very much be a tool or pawn for this church and/or Lolth. Also the whip being an artifact of Lolth or whatever they’re called again I forgot??? What the fuck dude. ALSO HIM SLEEPING IN BATHTUBS????? Grizzly has said this will make sense later but genuinely what the fuck there is something wrong with him. Moving on, revelation about the tattoos comes out and we get the torture episode. Well we get the holy shit they just killed those guys begining and then torture. First of all, I cheered louder than anyone else when Rae actually did fucking combat instead of running away and also the fact he can use his whip. Anyways dumb and dumber torture a guy and first of all the lay on hands to keep him alive during torture was insane and I hope to see it again in anything and it’s also where it’s learned that the tattoos on him were “forcibly engraved” which was honestly brushed off and a lot happened that I think most people forgot but I didn’t cause I’m crazy. Anyways moving on from THAT we get the typical Rae. Dodging questions when Argentum tries to interrogate him and also dunno if he’s just fuckin lying or not when he does actually answer them.

Episode 6 and 7 are where I think Rae slightly pivots. Not really noticeable but he feels a little more, close. It was also a change I noticed with the cast and I think that helped a lot of character dynamics as well. Rae’s stupid beef with Argentum was so fucking funny and I do think about him wanting to heal Sunder before himself after the Bulette because if he heals Sunder, how would that help him. Yes they’re his bodyguard but the monster is dead and it’s not like Sunder can heal him back. It was a decision that I think was the most different for Rae because he was shown to care deeply for Wall but not so much the others as much. He still doesn’t care for the others as much as he does The Wall but I do think he has grown a fondness or care for the others whether he wants to or not. And thats the thing, I could not tell you if he does actually wanna care for them or not. Yes they are allies and help but he seems to try and keep things at a transactional level or how much power it may bring him. He still does but like his dynamic with Argentum seems closer cause the antagonizing feels more like siblings getting on each other’s nerves rather than a growing distance. I think Sunder also displaying that brutality may have put him more into Rae’s good books too. Anyways he read a fucking book huge day. Now he has even worse mommy issues. Ep 7 killed me with hammers but that was spoken about. His relationship with Wall is something that fascinates me though. Rae is selfish, it’s not hidden at all, yet he does seem to care deeply for Wall and almost defends him more than he would defend himself. It’s nice to see for this bodyguard and his charge dynamic but ep 7 spread some light on it and I do think their bond will outlive the will of the Gods but what do I know, I’m not anyone at that table. Zephrael is rude, odd, egotistical but also masochistic and does care deeply when he wants to and you don’t see that kind of character as much I wanna say. He’s my favourite cause his weird gnc swag enraptured me thats all he is post over.

Not actually over cause there’s one last thing. These characters would not be these characters without the wonderful players behind them. Each episode brings out better and better performances that have me actually going crazy over them. I genuinely wouldve had nothing to write about if it weren’t for the fact everyone brings so much life into these characters and loves them so much that they feel so fucking real. They don’t feel flat or simple but very nuanced characters that I love to study and even be wrong about (i actually hate being wrong and every time im wrong i get so ashamed) but Argentum’s flourishes and talks to get out of situations, Phoenix’s wit and holy shit that dread form voice, Sunder during the market fight and then the softer scene with Varic, Wall’s humor and even talking about the more serious stuff, and Zephrael’s ability to balance harshness and endearing at the same time. That’s Hayden, Leizu, Juzo, Ben, and Grizzly and I genuinely cannot fucking talk about the performances enough. I’ve thought about making a post just about it but I fear I just wouldn’t be able to articulate what I wanna say enough. Then obviously it wouldn’t even be possible without the fucking amazing world building and npcs Jonah has provided. Everything is so immersive and I find myself caring for each and every npc we meet whether caring for their safety or caring too much cause I dislike them. Every npc sticks with me and I grow so attached so quickly because they feel so real in this world that also feels so fucking real. It feels like we are just peeking into another world and I actually can’t multitask when watching sow cause I get too sucked in. It’s really hard to do that and I talk about it a lot but never really publicly so I thought I would here.

Anyways for real this time post over, this ended up way longer than I thought it was gonna be so ur a real one if you read this all the way through lol. I’m off to go think about sow merch again as I wait for permission and stuff cause im crazy. See ya later