#but classes start...september 5th.

[lunar-wandering]

....i dont think i made it into the art college

[tkdb-encyclopedia]

Tokyo Debunker Lore Timeline

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1974

July: Hanae Numata kills herself and her son Hanao

2020

Unknown: Yu Kunishige vanishes

2021

Unknown: Keiko Takamine gets divorced; Father of Yu Kunishige kills himself ◦ ❖ ◦ July 10th: Suspicious person's report filed against the Unknown Caller

2022

Unknown: Lyca locked up by Darkwick ◦ ❖ ◦ March-ish: Jin's mother dies[1] ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Subaru tasked with investigating Lyca; Obscuary Established September 2nd: Third year students' entrance ceremony

2023

Early August: 4th Years return to Campus[2] End of August: Darkwick Gala occurs; Frostheim wins Laurel Crown One Week Later: Darkwick Graduation ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Second year students' entrance ceremony[3]; Haku transfers to Frostheim[4]

2023 - 2024

Unknown: Immortal inpatient cursed[5]

2024[6]

Unknown: One Eyed Sleeping Beauty Murder occurs[7]; Clash occurs; Zenji killed by rogue anomaly[8]; Darkwick Gala Discontinued; Dionysia escapes; Unknown day marked 8 on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 0 on Towa's cave; December(?) or February(?) marked unknown number on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 3 on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 1 on Towa's cave ◦ ❖ ◦ March-ish: Mister Long Legs impersonation starts; Haru transfers to Jabberwock[9]; Tohma transfers to Frostheim[10]; Yuri transfers to Mortkranken[10] ◦ ❖ ◦ April-ish: Taiga becomes Sinostra captain[11]; Casino opens ◦ ❖ ◦ May: Romeo started hunting Kaito[12] May 4th: Marked an unknown number on Towa's cave ◦ ❖ ◦ June: Inmate 1241 jailed ◦ ❖ ◦ July 15th: Marked an unknown number on Towa's cave July 20th: Takeru dies July 27th: New video uploaded by Takeru ◦ ❖ ◦ End of School Year: Haku transfers to Hotarubi[13] ◦ ❖ ◦ July - August: Complaints about the anomalous dealer in casino begin August: Unknown day marked with unknown number on Towa's cave; Dionysia, Clementia, and Ultio defunct[14] Early August: 4th Years return to Campus[15] August 8th: Marked 0 on Towa's cave August 9th: Marked 10 on Towa's cave August 15th: Marked 8 on Towa's cave August 20th: Jun dies End of August: Darkwick graduation ceremony ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Naoki goes on a low-ranking mission and is cursed. September 3rd: Final concert of MC's fave band, MC cursed[16] September 4th: MC brought to Darkwick[17], Entrance ceremony; Dante starts as Frostheim advisor; Ghoul-Only Captain/Vice-Captain Rule Established; Sinostra put on probation September 5th: First day of class; Frostheim assignment begins; Ren's first day at the diner; Kaito bets this date against the Oblivion Dealer September 6th: MC's first health check; first official investigation day September 7th: MC attempts to run away again; investigation ends September 8th: Celebratory Ball[18] September 12th: YaBoyGhostGuy dies September 18th: Jin applies for boat permit; Sho and Luca almost fight September 19th: Vagastrom Investigation start; Alan and MC investigate the mountain, Leo and Sho investigate the apartment[19] September 20th: Vagastrom investigation day two; Leo and Alan question people; Tohma and Alan talk in private; Vagastrom R&R permits revoked for a month September 21st: MC and Alan question people; Leo livestreams at apartment; Takeru Tulpa destroyed September 22nd: Leo appointed vice-captain; Vagastrom punishment waived September 24th: Haru puts a tracker on Ren September 25th: Marked 5 on Towa's cave September 28th: Boat let out distress signal, crew all died

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October: Inmate 1258 (Vagastrom prologue guy) jailed; Natalie Hunt murdered October 1st: Haru clears Ren's schedule; Calamari acquired and given to Jabberwock[20]; Haru and Towa visit investigation site; Jabberwock boat breaks October 2nd: MC asks Jin for a boat; Haru gets tetanus October 3rd: Odaiba Seaside Park boat pickup; Towa and MC go underwater; Marked as 3 on Towa's cave; Haru passes out October 4th: Haru wakes up; Ren and Haru go underwater; Calamari's mother freed; 34 year old apprentice monk at Gen'enji Temple dies October 5th: Jabberwock case report submitted; Sinostra assignment received; Peekaboo kidnapped October 6th: Sinostra assignment begins; Ren's first day back at the diner; MC and Ritsu discuss laurel crown and get it reinstated October 7th: First time visiting Sinostra; Peekaboo rescued; Kaito gambles with Oblivion Dealer; Kaito kidnapped October 8th: Romeo admits to kidnapping; 20 year old apprentice monk at Gen'enji Temple dies October 9th: Jiro hands over a prototype; Taiga eats the Like Dove; Mortkranken attends a workshop; Anomalous Dealer final showdown occurs October 10th: Sinostra case report finished Mid-October: Day 1: Hotarubi assignment received; Visit to Hotarubi Day 2: First investigation day; We visit Gen'enji Temple Day 3: Investigation continues; MC overhears Alan and Dante; Haku cleanses a ghost; Abbot of Gen'enji Temple dies Day 4: Investigation continues; We all meet Lyca; Cause of deaths discovered and destroyed Day 5: We meet Zenji; Doll registered as a special artefact; case report finished ◦ ❖ ◦ Three Days Ago: Lyca admitted into Darkwick Medical Center Day 1: Lyca sorted into Obscuary; Obscuary assignment received Day 2: Lyca's first day at school; Girl and Barometz meet; Lyca and MC work at Rui's bar; MC visits Towa at the tree Day 3: Investigation at Ome School; Taiga robs the bar; MC learns she will become the Kyklos Day 4: Barometz eats MC; Lyca transforms[21] Day 5: MC healed; Obscuary case report finished ◦ ❖ ◦ October 25th: JobxJob exclusive fanclub stream[22]; Naoki kills himself October 27th: Mortkranken assignment starts[23]; Body found outside of Frostheim; Jiro goes to Obscuary in search of herbal medication October 28th: Visit to Darkwick General; Towa and MC visit tree again October 29th: Return to Darkwick General; Immortal anomaly issue October 30th: Emergency repairs for Darkwick and Darkwick General; Mortkranken case report finished; Mandatory assembly about Gala; Romeo and Sho are given special missions by Hyde

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Early November[24]: Day 1: Sinostra auction mission assigned; Investigation begins; Romeo and MC earn money; Taiga and Ritsu investigate; Taiga and MC eavesdrop on Romeo Day 2: Ritsu and Taiga find Institute Agent; Truth about auction revealed; Mask acquired and eaten Day 3: Case report finished; Taiga visits Hyde ◦ ❖ ◦ Day 1: Graveyard mission assigned; Samhain prep in full swing; First investigation day; MC, Jiro, and Zenji find the ghost child Day 2: Graveyard investigation continues; Arachne anomaly destroyed Day 3: Case Report Finished; Romeo talks to somebody on the phone ◦ ❖ ◦ One Day Ago: Mai and the others arrive at the Takamine mansion Day 1: Samhain's over; Mission assigned; Rui contacts the mansion; Moby buys Christmas concert tickets; Romeo tells Haru 'they' are awaiting sentencing Day 2: Obscuary rides the Bullet Train; First day on the job; Rui and Lyca prepare food while MC and Ed sweep near the front gate Day 3: MC has night duty (laundry task); Ed tries to vampire us; Rui and Lyca continue kitchen duty; MC and Ed clean the library Day 4: Meal night duty; Everyone goes to the basement; truth about Keiko revealed; Rui's curse kills Keiko Day 5: Case report finished; Ed and Towa talk at the tree ◦ ❖ ◦ November 25th: Inmate 1022 burns to death in solitary A Few Days Later: Inmate 1148 dies from a great fall in solitary

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December: Director and Vice Director of National Museum visit France; Man sets himself on fire[25] Early December: Inmate in solitary begins to go crazy December 9th: Prison mission assigned; Subaru offers to babysit Bonnie December 10th: The mission begins; Sho meets the Vagastrom prologue guy again; Alan meets Iwata again December 11th: Alan visits solitary; Subaru struggles with Bonnie; Vagastrom discovers it's a ghost December 12th: Ghost gets caught and killed December 13th: Alan is taken away for murder; we return to Darkwick; Subaru gets an R&R permit December 14th: Case report finished; Alan reveals he murdered Dante to the others Mid December: Day 1: Heater in the Jabberwock dorm breaks; Father Farm investigation permit gotten Day 2: First day of investigation; Towa breaks off his costume horn; Haru and Ren make wishes Day 3: Father Farm closes due to weather; Ritsu sees someone in Jabberwock Day 4: MC sees Towa speaking to the Cat; the god restores Ren and Haru to normal Day 5: Return to Darkwick; Haru visits Taiga ◦ ❖ ◦ Day 1 [26]: Frostheim mission assigned; Tohma catches Leo in the staffroom Day 2: First day of the masquerade; MC encounters the mirror anomaly; Tohma, Alan, Leo, and Jin confrontation occurrs Day 3: Gaspard found dead; Kaito encounters the mirror anomaly; MC and Tohma returned to Darkwick Day 4: Marius found dead; Hugo found dead; Dullahan neutralised Day 5: Case report finished; Jin and Alan talk

2025

Mid-February[27]: Four Days Ago: A Global History of Infectious Diseases opens; National Museum Director kills himself Two Days Ago: CEO's wife kills herself Day 1: Case file recieved; Jiro and MC attend class Day 2: Investigation begins; First visit to the museum; Jiro has a seizure Day 3: Investigation continues; Yuri asks Hyde to make a duplicate mask; Frostheim students confront Yuri Day 4: Yuri fails to treat Jiro; MC sees a woman kill herself; Anomaly revealed as Oui, C'est Bon Day 5: Yuri treats Jiro; Yuri reveals Aizono Hospital's misdiagnosis and coverup Day 6: Case report finished; Hyde calls Romeo ◦ ❖ ◦ March[28]: Day 1: Rui and MC visit library; Hotarubi issued investigation order; We visit Hotarubi Day 4: Interview at Yumeyashiki; Zenji has writer's block; We are hired Day 5: Orientation at the amusement park Day 6: Job begins; MC hears wind Day 7: Yumeyashiki slogan contest; MC encounters caller; Subaru reveals research Day 8: Third day on the job; Subaru is recognised in public; Moby delivers documents Day 9: Subaru and MC encounter Hanae and Hanao Day 10: Hanao dragged away by the ghosts; Case report finished; Subaru stares at scissors at Tree of Severance ◦ ❖ ◦ May: Waves of Love begins filming for the first time May 28th[29]: MC has counselling appointment; MC given Warding Card; Mission assigned; Visit to Dionysia; Mission begins; Lyca fights with the Jabberwock fox May 29th (Artificial World): Romeo is cursed by the Hundun; MC almost dies; Hotel collapses due to rain May 29th (Real World): Haru calls Taiga[30]; Sinostra leaves the Simulated World[31]; Haru finds Lyca at Jabberwock May 30th (Artificial World): Fortune teller killed by Hundun; Taiga takes a call from Haru; Hundun shot by Taiga ◦ ❖ ◦ A Few Days Prior[32]: New interhouse mission assigned; MC asks Benkei to buy a swimsuit After That: Benkei gives MC a nenju bracelet June 17th: Filming for Waves of Love begins; MC meets the Bachelors on the mission (First Impressions); Jiro has an episode; Anomaly appears June 18th: Investigation continues; Second Impression's paintball battle; MC's bracelet explodes; Jin investigates June 19th[32]: Zenji's birthday; Jiro has an episode; Final Impressions (Barbecue + Dinner); Anomaly destroyed; Filming wraps June 20th: Case report finished

Footnotes:

[1] Episode 1, Chapter 30: Masterpiece Newscaster mentions that Jin's mother died two and a half years prior. This is two and a half Calendar years prior, meaning it is roughly in March. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [2] Interestingly, this is a JP note. In Episode 6, Chapter 5, the English has Moby mention that the Gala is at the end of August, when the fourth years return. The Japanese script has Moby saying that the fourth years return when it becomes August to prepare for graduation, and that at the end of that month, the Gala takes place. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [3] Given the fact that the other known entrance ceremonies both take place in September, it is an educated guess that this is the case for the second years as well. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [4] Episode 15, Chapter 25 has Haku mention that he was in Frostheim for a year before transferring to Hotarubi. In Chapter 2, Rui says Haku transferred suddenly after becoming a 2nd year (in the JP text), meaning that it was most likely September when Haku transferred to Frostheim. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [5] Episode 7, Chapter 26 says the immortal inpatient was cursed during a mission 'last year', though whether that is last school year or last calendar year is unclear. If it was last school year, there is still a chance he was cursed in 2023 (if it happened early on in the year). The implication is that he was cursed prior to March 2024, due to Nicolas saying Yuri wouldn't recognise him nor would Jiro. March-April, 2024 is roughly when multiple events related to the Clash occurred, including transfers, so it is likely that it happened before this point, as it would prevent him and Yuri from meeting. As for Jiro, we don't actually know when he was woken from his coma, so… shrugs. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [6] This one is kinda a doozy. Multiple moving parts place the prologue in 2024. To begin, in Episode 15, Chapter 27, there is a Suspicious Person Report filed on July 10th, 2021. In a subsequent chapter, Chapter 29, Haku discusses the disappearance of Yu Kunishige, who vanished five years ago. Following this disappearance, her father kills himself a year later, and becomes the Unknown Caller anomaly. He is a newer anomaly (also mentioned in Ch27) compared to the other ghosts. Assuming the Unknown Caller is already an anomaly (given that he knows Hanao Numata and was not asking about Yu, as reports said he would do when he was alive), this means Yu vanished no later than 2020. And, if Yu vanished in 2020, and her father killed himself in 2021, that would place Episode 15 in 2025, given that Chapter 5 has Zenji mention it is almost blossom season (Blossom season occurred in Late March) and MC explicitly say it is March. This matches up with Episode 14 taking place in February, and Episode 13 taking place in December.

Furthermore, in Episode 16, Chapter 11, Ritsu mentions it has been 266 days since Sinostra was placed on Probation, which would place that chapter in May. It can't be 2024 at the time of that statement because it was a leap year, and it would mean his count is off by one. It can't be earlier either, because of the aforementioned Yu Kunishige issue. That issue is also why it can't be set in the future; if it is 2026, for example, Yu disappeared in 2021, and her father would be looking for her when the report is filed. Similarly, if it was 2027, there would be no report to file, as Yu would not have disappeared at the time of its filing. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [7] Considering how many Clash related events take place in March or April (which is halfway through the school year), it is unfathomable that it wouldn't take place in 2024. Could it hypothetically take place in 2023? I guess so. But there's no reason for there to be a minimum 3 month gap between major events. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [8] MC speculates in Episode 5, Chapter 31 that Zenji's death happened during the Clash. Haku also states that he died during the 'thick of [all the problems last year]', so it was Likely around the Clash era. Zenji also didn't know the gala was cancelled, as that happened after he died. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [9] In Episode 3, Chapter 11, Haru mentions it took him six months to learn Jabberwock's ropes, and later on in Episode 16, Chapter 8 that Haru transferred suddenly, so it was likely in the middle of last school year. However, horrifically, while the English says it took 6 months for him to learn the ropes, the word he uses in Japanese is 半月; half a month. Further investigation into Kansai-ben shows no special other meaning, so... Um. Yeah. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [10] Episode 2, Chapter 26 Leo mentions that Tohma was in Vagastrom until the middle of last school year, which would put it Vaguely In March. This more or less aligns with the Clash. In Episode 1, Chapter 1, Yumiko and another Frostheim student gossip briefly, and mention that people believe Tohma had something to do with Yuri's transfer. I placed them roughly around the same time therefore, but it is totally possible Yuri's transfer happened Earlier or Later.

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[11] In Episode 4, Chapter 10 Ritsu says Taiga became Captain approximately half a year ago. Given that it is October, six months earlier would be April, though as always it could be March that he transfers, given the sheer amount of Clash-specific issues that happen around this time. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [12] Episode 9, Chapter 5 has Kaito reveal that Romeo has been hunting him for half a year at the time of saying that. Once again, given that it is November, and given that the Casino opens roughly around April, and given that Kaito also mentions he didn't see Romeo prior to this, it would make sense that this starts around May. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [13] Once again, Episode 15, Chapter 25 has Haku say he was in Frostheim for a full year before transferring again. Since he is in Hotarubi and seemingly well adapted to it by the beginning of the story, he likely transferred sometime in July or August. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [14] Multiple mentions to when Dionysia became defunct occur, namely Episode 5, Chapter 2 (where it is mentioned they closed last school year) and Episode 16, Chapter 5 (where it is reiterated that Dionysia became defunct at the end of last school year). In the English script, Elias mentions in Ep16 Chapter 7 that Dionysia has been Abandoned for six months, however the JP says that it went defunct Over six months ago, meaning it is still reiterating that Dionysia has been out of commission for quite some time. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [15] Another assumption that this is a yearly event that always reoccurs at the same time every year. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [16] In the Prologue, Chapter 1 it is 7:13pm when MC is on the train coming back (based on timestamps from her group chat). However, in Chapter 3 (and reiterated again in Chapter 4), it is suddenly daytime after MC is cursed. When it is daytime, it is known to be September 4th, and morning based on how much happens during the Prologue in one day, meaning it is likely MC was cursed on September 3rd, and Kisaragi Station OR Kyklos caused time discrepancies.

Another more unhinged reason is that the prophecy says the Whisper of the New Moon would lead the Champion to the isle. In 2024 in Tokyo, the new moon for September occurred September 3rd, roughly around 11pm. Does this moon chart line up with anything else? No, basically just this. However it's a neat coincidence regardless. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [17] In Episode 4, Chapter 21, Kaito says he bet September 5th of that year to the Oblivion Dealer. Later in Chapter 29, he says it was the day after the entrance ceremony, meaning that the entrance ceremony took place September 4th. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [18] Not only does the dates line up with the days that pass throughout the chapters, MC also has the option to bet September 8th of that year in Episode 4, Chapter 24, which is mentioned as the Celebratory Ball in Frostheim. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [19] Once again, Episode 4, Chapter 24 allows MC to wager September 19th, noting it was the Vagastrom undercover investigation where they first used the Fox Robe. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [20] Once again, Episode 4 Chapter 24. MC wagers October 1st, noting it is when she meets Jabberwock.

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[21] In Episode 6, Chapter 34 Edward says it's the full moon that night, which is important for the purpose of reiterating the moon thing is likely a coincidence, given that the full moon for October when this chapter occurs is October 17th, which is genuinely impossible for Obscuary to reach, given that this is the fourth day for Obscuary's investigation, and there's a minimum 3 days timeskip between the end of Hotarubi, which is already a week, and Sinostra ends October 10th. Womp womp. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [22] Interestingly enough, in Episode 5, Chapter 9 Moby mentions needing money by the 25th of the month to pay for a ticket to an exclusive stream, which lead me to believe this is when it takes place. However, the Japanese script says he needs it by the 25th of next month. So shrugs. It's not super important, just strange. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [23] Episode 7, Chapter 7 ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [24] Beyond other dates firmly placing the Episode 8 in November, Ritsu mentions in Episode 16, Chapter 23 that the auction took place in November (in the Japanese script, at least). ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [25] Episode 14, Chapter 27 says that the gap between the Director contracting Oui, C'est Bon and his trip to France was 2 months, meaning it is roughly December when they go. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [26] Episode 13, Chapter 1 has a student mention how it is almost time for the Christmas Ball, meaning it's not yet Christmas, and therefore still December. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [27] In Episode 14, Chapter 7, Kaito says he was hoping to get slightly late Valentines Day sweets from MC, meaning it is somewhere around mid-February. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [28] Episode 15, Chapter 5 ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [29] Episode 16, Chapter 11, Ritsu says it has been 266 days since Sinostra was placed on probation, meaning it is May 28th as of that statement. Furthermore, in Chapter 27 (after a day from Ritsu's perspective), he states it has been exactly 8 months and 25 days since Ritsu entered Sinostra, meaning it is May 29th as of that statement. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [30] This is roughly where I'd place the phone call given the time discrepancy between the simulated world and the outside world.

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[31] Given that they spent no more than 72 hours in the simulated world, they were gone no more than 7.2 hours in the real world. If they left at vaguely 7pm as was mentioned in Chapter 14, that means it is definitely May 29th or 28th. I assumed it'd be the 29th to give ample time for everything to happen, but it could have been the 28th too. Either way. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [32] The exact time of this event is Unknown. It's no more than like, 5 days before, since it's before 'this weekend', but the JP doesn't say like. Waohhhhh one whole day has passed! And also Benkei has to order the swimsuit and have the wrong one arrive with enough time for it to be Too Close To The Leaving Time. So.... Shrugs. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [33] Episode 17, Chapter 29

[heartschampion]

we fell in love in october — masterlist

PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY. in which you make a bet with your boyfriend, ethan, the night before the start of october. thirty-one days of sex.

CONTENT. no ghostface!au, smut, this is for kinktober so every chapter has its own thing going on i GUESS?, established relationship, slightly experienced!ethan, inexperienced!reader, they basically learn their kinks and stuff throughout the story, fluff (surprise), no beta, not proofread.

STATUS. upcoming.

AN. chapters aren't set in stone so they could change. i'm like half dead while typing this so if there's a mistake pls tell me.

PLAYLIST.

⸻ INDEX.

00. SEPTEMBER 30TH

an innocent night leads to a month of filth.

01. OCTOBER 1ST

morning sex with ethan is always the best way to start off your day.

02. OCTOBER 2ND

you and ethan decide to take a big step in your relationship and have unprotected sex for the first time.

03. OCTOBER 3RD

after a long day of classes, a warm shower is all you need. and your boyfriend in there for some fun.

04. OCTOBER 4TH

shopping with tara leads to buying a little gift as a surprise for both of your boyfriends.

05. OCTOBER 5TH

ethan is out with chad for a 'boys night,' but you can't help but be desperate for his attention even miles away.

06. OCTOBER 6TH

ethan pushes you to your limits.

07. OCTOBER 7TH

an unexpected turn of events leads to discovering something new about your boyfriend.

08. OCTOBER 8TH

sex couldn't get any better with a little extra help.

09. OCTOBER 9TH

everyone needs a helping hand, or mouth.

10. OCTOBER 10TH

you and ethan recreate a scene from a book, taking on the roles of the characters.

11. OCTOBER 11TH

a college frat party isn't a likely place you'd find yourself having sex. especially not with the constant pounding on the door. ethan doesn't seem to care.

12. OCTOBER 12TH

hearing tara rave about aphrodisiacs, you decide to give them a try.

13. OCTOBER 13TH

you let ethan come in you for the first time.

14. OCTOBER 14TH

ethan becomes obsessed with the idea of breeding you, and you're no better.

15. OCTOBER 15TH

sometimes you just need a mouth to murmur sweet nothings into you to really lay back and relax.

16. OCTOBER 16TH

you find yourself a little tied up.

17. OCTOBER 17TH

ethan can't help but wrap his hands around your pretty little neck as he fucks you.

18. OCTOBER 18TH

the phone starts ringing mid session. ethan urges you to answer.

19. OCTOBER 19TH

ethan's partner for his econ project can't seem to keep her hands to herself. your jealousy gets the better of you and you decide to show who he belongs to.

20. OCTOBER 20TH

the group is out for a night of fun, unaware of the game being held between you and ethan.

21. OCTOBER 21ST

hopefully no one notices your hands down the pants of your boyfriend.

22. OCTOBER 22ND

there's nothing more enticing than what you can't see.

23. OCTOBER 23RD

you let ethan fuck you in your sleep after he comes home late.

24. OCTOBER 24TH

watching each other get off turns out to be more intimate than you thought it would be. the only rule is no touching.

25. OCTOBER 25TH

you and ethan get shit-faced drunk, unable to keep your hands to yourselves any longer.

26. OCTOBER 26TH

after the other night, you want to know what it's like to be ethan's little pet.

27. OCTOBER 27TH

cockwarming ethan as he tutors you.

28. OCTOBER 28TH

he much as he gets off on giving you pleasure, he finds just as much amusement in denying it from you.

29. OCTOBER 29TH

you finally let ethan fuck you from the back.

30. OCTOBER 30TH

october is coming close to an end, so the two of you decide to make a little reminder of your time together.

31. OCTOBER 31ST

the best thing about sex with ethan landry is the aftercare he gives afterwards.

32. NOVEMBER 1ST

you get a little more than you bargained for.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

It’s a bit of a strange thing I’ve had on my mind but will the fandom forever consider the twst boys to be the age on their profile?

I know that they have had birthdays because the main story has been progressing through the months but they never changed in the profile menus. Not with the player moving through the game or with the years of the games release, this is pretty normal though for most games. I only actually started thinking about this because they changed Silvers name at the end of chapter 7, including in the character menu after you compete that part of the story… so they do update the profiles as the story progresses? It’s just a funny thing I’ve had in my mind and I wonder if they will ever update them (prolly not cause their birthdays aren’t celebrated in the main story) but I wonder how the fandom will consider their ages at this point in the story?

Time has definitely been passing in the main story! Months and school events + holidays associated with them (such as winter break, the new year, etc.) have been mentioned several times.

Book 7 ends on May 15, Silver’s birthday, which officially makes him 18 years old. This is explicitly stated by Malleus and therefore confirms that anyone with a birthday from September to May 15 should have aged up one year. It also means that the ages currently stated on the character profiles are the ages the characters are at the START of the school year (in September). This is also confirmed by Yana herself via Twitter.

There’s been a few instances of the profiles in Twst updating:

Firstly, Ortho pre-book 6 and post-book 6. Before book 6, his profile is pretty short and does not include the same level of detail as other students. After book 6, Ortho gets the same level of detail as other students, as this is when he formally becomes one. Things like class, club, and best subject are finally added.

All of the NRC staff had their profiles updated (in the JP server) too; this coincided with the 5th anniversary QoL updates and not any in-game story event. This added many more details to the basic staff profiles (which we still see in EN). The updated JP profiles include details like their birthdays, the club they were in when they were a student, special talent, etc.

If you want to see all 5 updated staff profiles, you can find translated versions here.

And then we have Silver, whose profile updates at the end of book 7 to reflect his new surname. This was the only change he received; all other details (including his age) are the same.

To this day, there has been NO age-related changes to the Twst character profiles. I find this odd since Ortho and Silver’s profiles changed to correspond with main story events which clearly indicate the passage of time. Shouldn’t all characters’ ages also go up as the main story progresses instead of staying the static number that they were in September/at the start of the school year? Regardless of what the profiles currently say though, the fact remains that many characters have gone up a year in age by book 7’s end.

I’m not exactly sure how the fandom is treating this? I’d imagine that it varies based on the individual fan 🤷‍♀️ I feel like most people will go with whatever ages they’d be at by whatever point in the main story they’re at, since the main story literally went and said Silver IS 18 now. Of course, there will always be those few extreme fans who claim you cannot EVER age up a character because they assume it’s for Weird purposes and not just people wanting to acknowledge character development and the natural progression of time. Personally, I’m big on following canon (and love exploring how the boys change with their experiences!!) so I choose to treat the characters as however old the main story timeline implies they are.

[shipspainfulships]

1st year:-

James looks at Regulus and with a blinding smile places his hand forward for a handshake, "hello Reggie! I'm James"

Regulus only looks at James with thinly veiled disgust and says "don't call me that" and walks away.

2nd year:-

James, sweaty and tired from the quidditch practice sees Regulus enter the field and yells, "hey Reggie!"

Regulus glares and says "don't call me that" and walks away.

3rd year:-

On his way to class he bumps into Regulus. He pushes his glasses up and his eyes light up to see it's Regulus, "Reggie-"

Regulus harshly moves past James bumping his shoulder into his and walking away he says "don't call me that"

4th year:-

James finds Regulus behind an aclove reading and plops down. "Hey Reggie"

Regulus looks up and then back down at his book "go away potter"

James smiles and doesn't move.

5th year:-

Walking away in a hurry from Potions class James bumps into Regulus

"hey watch where you- Potter what's wrong"

James silently walks away with his head hung and palms sweaty.

6th year (September):-

"hey" Regulus says with a smile when James finds him yet again at the astronomy tower and sits down with him.

"Reggie" James says warmly and rests his head on top of his head, inhaling Reggie's sweet smell.

6th year (January):-

"hey Reggie" James says with a bright smile that vanishes as soon as he sees Regulus' trembling figure approach.

His reggie looks at him with dead eyes and promptly breaks down in front of him.

James holds him as Regulus' body racks with sobs.

Regulus looks up and shows his left hand. There it was. The dark foul magic that made his Reggie look like a ghost, a shell of himself.

"Reggie-" James starts with pleading eyes,

"no, please, don't call me that" Regulus says softly and then walks away.

James breaks down crying.

Sometime during 1979:-

Lily comes up to James and hugs him tightly.

James tenses up. "Wh- what's wrong Lily"

"Regulus"

One word. One name. And all of James world comes crashing down.

nonononononononononononononononono

His light, his star, his Reggie, gone

James doesn't speak for an entire month.

[thel8shift]

Hogwarts As A School

i saw someone else do this and our drs are vastly different in how hogwarts schooling is ran so i thought i’d post my version. i’ve been shifting to Hogwarts in a few different eras for years now and this is how school has always ran for me. i shift to a university style hogwarts btw, first 5 years are like undergrad, and then you can leave after 5th year if you don’t need it for your work. 6th and 7th years are the equivalent of grad school.

School Size

hogwarts is much smaller than many of you think

the castle itself is massive but the population is quite small

there’s about 280 students at Hogwarts give or take some. 10ish students per house, per year. my graduation class at hogwarts in 38 in my golden trio dr, and 45 in my marauders dr

the wizarding population of the uk is much smaller than you’d think it is

Classes

All classes are 2 times per week minus astronomy

astronomy is at midnight or later on different days for each year. Mondays are 2nd years, Tuesday is 3rd years, Wednesday is 1st years (as per the first book) Thursdays are 4th years, 5th years are Wednesdays at 1 am, 6th years are Tuesdays at 1am, 7th years are Mondays at 1am

classes start at 9am Monday through Friday and last class ends at 3pm

for your first two years, you don’t have any electives (per the books) so you have a lot more free time. out of 20 class slots (minus astronomy time) 13 are taking up for 1st years, and 12 for 2nd years, Flying being the extra class for 1st years

when your 3rd year comes, you must take at least 2 electives, but you can take up to 4 without needing a time turner like Hermiome in the 3rd book. 6 core classes plus 4 electives taking up all 20 class slots. (i am doing this in my 5th year and it’s HELL. but i want the OWLs so i suffer)

Testing

for final exams every year each class has a written test where you go over your theoretical knowledge of magic, and a practical test where you get to test the skills you’ve learned over the semester.

exams are taken twice a year in december and june with mid terms in october and march

OWLs are taken at the end of your 5th year, and then you take NEWTs at the end of your 6th year. you have to test at a certain level for each class to be able to take OWL/NEWT level classes

General Things

breakfast is from 7am to 8:30, lunch is from 12pm to 12:45, dinner is from 6 to 7:30

uniforms do not have to be worn for meals unless there is a special event

you also do not have to sit out your house table unless there is a special event

Sports/Clubs

club sign ups are always the second weekend back so around the middle of September

you can sign up for as many clubs as you like as long as you can balance them

you can also sign up for things like study groups or house study halls, Ravenclaw house study is on Wednesday after classes from 3:30 to 5:30

Quidditch try outs are always at the beginning of October, and the season starts the first weekend in November.

Canonically there’s only about 6 games of quidditch but that’s dumb so there’s quidditch most saturdays November to April with the games starting at around 10am

thats everything i can think of right now! if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask!

[chimivx]

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

👫 -> college!teez x fem!reader/oc {frat/sorority} #️⃣ -> 10k (part TWO of ten) ‼️ -> 18+, sexual content, drugs/alcohol, college life, all the drama, heavy angst, infidelity adjacent moments, mean boys, mean girls, mentions of anxiety/depression… IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

september 5th ~  friday ~ 1:06 p.m

The library in the center of Nasara’s campus could house a titan. Tall sculpted ceilings towered over you as you browsed the shelves that also towered over you. Spacious, every footstep echoed over the marble floors, the only sound to be heard from anyone who set foot inside. Two stories high, the building held history in the city of Delo before becoming the center of Nasara, the campus having been built up around the stone giant.

Classes started next week, Monday morning, and you’d be lying if you said the ATZ ban didn’t help you get a fabulous head start on preparations for the semester. The nights you’d spend dancing in their living room were spent with your sisters instead, putting plans into place and checking in that everyone had what they needed for their classes.

Which brought you here, the Conoscenza Library. There was one text book you needed for an Analytics class that you didn’t want to drop hundreds of dollars on. Thankfully, Conoscenza would let you keep it for the months you needed it. Now, if only you could find it. 

Securing your bag over your shoulder, an old leather thing, a vintage find in a thrift store thanks to Tori a couple months ago, you held onto the strap and rounded another row of shelves, having little luck nearing the end of the A section. It didn’t help that the shelves were several feet high, higher than you were tall. Taking a few steps backward against the shelves opposite the ones you were searching, you craned your neck to the shelf just out of reach and groaned aloud. 

There it was. Your Analytics textbook.

Nestling your brows over your eyes you stepped directly in front of it and reached up, stretching your arm as far as it would go, going as far as to lift yourself up on your tiptoes. Your fingertips brushed the front of the dusty shelf, nowhere near close to grabbing the book. Touching your heels back to the floor you exhaled heavily and tried again, getting only a smidgen higher than last time. Bad day to wear flat strappy sandals.

“Need some help?”

His voice came from around the corner, the warmth hitting you before the realization of who it was set in. Feet back on the floor, arms down by your sides, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a breath before turning to him.

Yunho, leaning against the shelves, wore a smile. His hair was pushed over his eyes, styled strategically, it just brushed his thin framed glasses. In a beige hoodie with a grey flannel overtop, he paired the fit with dark blue jeans and white sneakers. There was a chain around his neck peeking at you from the collar of his hoodie. Your eyes lingered there for a second.

He moved his hand, reaching up for the silver chain, twirling it around his fingers. His long, slender fingers. 

“What did you say?” you asked, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.

The smile never left his face, his perfectly squishy cheeks perked up while he watched you. “I asked you if you needed help.” He gestured toward the book with the fingers tangled around his chain.

Sighing, you glanced up at it, then back to Yunho and shrugged. “Yeah, I do.”

His soft laugh made your heart skip a beat, and you wished it wouldn’t. Crossing the row of books, coming closer to you he didn’t give you time to get out of the way. Caging you up against the books, he reached both arms up and effortlessly grabbed the textbook. Breath hitching in your throat, his scent had the power to charm you. A gentle musk mixed with something woodsy. Comforting. Exactly what he was. Exactly what he had the power to do. Comfort you.

Centimeters between you, he looked down with that same damn smile and handed you the book.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

Yunho whispered back, “Anytime.”

His sweet brown eyes shifted toward your lips and your heart sunk into your gut. “I’ll see you again, sometime.” Darting from in front of him, you started down the row of shelves, removing yourself from the situation before it became a situation.

“Rory,” Yunho called after you, his voice echoing within the section of the library you were in. Your feet had a mind of their own. You wanted them to keep going, but they stopped, and then they turned you around. With his arms out at his side he shook his head. “What’s going on?”

Taking him in, all you could see was Mina.

Their amazing summer dates. Their nights spent sharing their deepest thoughts with one another. Their movie-esque summer kisses.

Since Tuesday, these last couple of days spent with Mina, he’d hardly come up unless it was another member asking her about him. Keeping it to yourself, everything she’d shared with you, you didn’t even tell Tori. Mina’s business was her business, and in this world, everyone was in everyone's business. The sophomore didn’t deserve that. She deserved a good guy that didn’t come with drama, one who treated her right and appreciated her family. 

If any member of ATZ was going to do that, it was Yunho.

You’ve been friends with him long enough to know that he was a decent human being. You just wished he’d told you how serious this Mina thing was.

“The rules,” you said, keeping your voice low so it wouldn’t carry through the shelving. Yunho dropped his hands and rolled his eyes.

“Since when are you one to follow rules?”

He wasn’t wrong. It was you and Tori, rules didn’t exist for the two of you.

Swallowing hard, you shrugged. “Since I got really fucked over.”

Yunho took a breath, you watched his chest rise and fall. He started toward you, stopping when there was a few inches between you on the marble floor. “You were over him a month ago.” His half whisper struck you across the face.

“Yeah, because I was under you.”

He winced, glancing upward. “Can you tell me what’s going on, for real?” He looked at you, eyes full of something you despised. “Is it really the rules? I half expected you to sneak out and show up one of these nights, but… neither you nor Tori have. At least she tells Mingi she’s not coming.”

“I don’t owe you that,” you said, and it was as if your words physically hurt him with the way he changed his gaze. “We’re not in a relationship, we’re not dating.”

“We’re friends,” Yunho said, his hands flying out at his sides again. “Rory, what did I do?”

Stepping closer to him, closing the open air between you, you narrowed your eyes and tightened your lips. “Mina,” you whispered, and his eyes did that thing where they got all soft. “Mina, Yo.”

“Wh-What about her?” he stammered, his eyes frantically flickering from either of yours.

“You pursued her,” you said with a nod, stating the obvious. “Come on, genius boy. You had an entire summer fling with her, you met her family, you had dinner with them, then we fucked in the backseat of your car parked at the lake in Sicuro.”

Yunho blinked, a sort of shame overcoming him. “She told you guys a lot,” he said.

“She did,” you said. “And I have to act like we weren’t hooking up all summer.” The boy could write essays upon essays, and here he was before you, speechless. “I knew you guys were getting closer last semester and stuff, everyone had guessed that it would be you and her to pair off with one another.” He watched you with remorse, but not enough of it. “Tuesday night, at the party. Tori asked me where I went.”

“Outside. The noise was nauseating, Wooyoung pissed us off, and you had too much on your mind.”

“Exactly,” you said within a breath. Word for word, what you both said you would say. 

Outside. The noise was nauseating, Wooyoung pissed you off, and you had too much on your mind.

Which wasn’t a lie, you did have too much on your mind. Between Yeji becoming a dictator, Wooyoung forcing himself into your space all over again like nothing had happened and he hadn’t ignored you until this semester started, and now this thing with Yunho that couldn’t turn into anything because of the sophomore living in your house…

“I had Mina asking me the next night what we were talking about, if you were okay ‘cause she hasn’t heard from you,” you said. “I had to lie to my best friend. No one knows what we’ve been doing. After hearing about your lovey dovey summer, how can I say anything to any of them?”

Yunho creased his brow, slowly grazing a finger over the back of your hand where it hung at your side.

“No one can know we hooked up at the party,” you said, thinning your lips. Yunho wore something like a pout while he barely nodded his head. “I will not be a Yeji.” The circles he drew over your hand enticed you to flip your palm over, the tips of your fingers grazing the tips of his. “Mina likes you, Yunho.”

He exhaled, the space between you growing smaller with every passing second. “I like you, Rory.”

“I like you too, Yo,” you breathed.

His smile was pure. “I know you do,” he whispered, low and raspy, then pressed his lips to your own. 

It took three seconds for you to push him away, yanking your hand from his, pressing both to his chest. But, for three seconds he had you.

“Stop,” you sighed. He took a step back and touched his fingers to his lips. “We can’t do this.”

Yunho dipped his head back and groaned to himself. “Why?”

“It’s unfair,” you said. “To either of us. I’m not over Wooyoung and you have feelings for Mina.” Yunho shrugged, glancing about the library. “Don’t do that, you have feelings for Mina.”

“Do I?” Half a laugh came out of him. “It was a lot of work trying to keep up with all of that shit.”

Yes, him.

Yes, Yunho.

“That’s nice to hear,” you tightened your gaze on him, “That she was a lot of work. What does that make me? Easy? A floozy? A slut?”

He reached out his hands to hold onto your shoulders, caressing the fabric of your ITZ crewneck. “No, no, no,” he muttered, his head shaking entirely too fast. “Don’t say that, I didn’t mean that, I wasn’t implying anything.”

“Really?” Shaking his hands away, off of you, he held them to his chest and flipped his eyebrows over. “If Mina, the nicest girl I have ever met, is a lot of work… What does that make me?”

Taking a hand into his hair he blew air from his lips and messed with his locks. “Rory,” he mumbled, dropping his hand after gesturing toward you, letting it smack against his thigh. “It makes you Rory, the girl I’ve had a crush on since she sat next to me in that English class.” With a shake of his head he darted his tongue between his lips and said, “Wooyoung fucked you over, I won’t do that.”

Holding the book over your chest, grabbing it with both arms, keeping a line of defense between the two of you, you smiled. “Like you aren’t doing to Mina right now?”

Turning on your heels you left him behind, letting the hurt turn your heart ice cold… If you could call it hurt.

After Yeji and Wooyoung made it downstairs leaving you and Tori speechless in the doorway of Hongjoongs bedroom, Yunho was the first from the group of boys on the stairs to hurry up to where you were paralyzed in place. Seonghwa and Yeosang followed, of course, but Yunho was the first to appear. He took you in his arms, one hand cradling behind your head, fingers knotting in your hair. 

Tori was lost in whispers with Seonghwa and Yeosang, the three of them moving down the hall to give you a moment. She told them everything, between pulses of your heartbeat in your ears you could hear it in their gasps and disapproving groans.

Yunho held you until you started to cry. He held you, and played with your hair, and rubbed a hand along your back as you mumbled to him everything Tori had just told his friends. At some point the two of you ended up on the floor, Yunho leaning against the railing of the staircase with his too long legs stretched out along the hall. Sitting opposite him, one leg between his and the other bent so you could lean on it, you shared whispers, deciphering the entire situation.

There wasn’t much he could say to make anything better. Nothing he could do would fix anybody’s feelings, or make it all go away… But, his presence was enough. Aside from Tori, he’s been your longest, closest friend at Nasara, whether people paid attention to that fact or not. He knew a lot about you, and you knew a lot about him. You cared for him, you cared for each other.

And that made walking away from him all the more painful.

Despite the blurry lines this summer created, it didn’t feel worth it losing a friend.

Stopping at the end of the row you turned around. He was still there, hands in his pockets now, standing over six feet tall with his puppy eyes watching you walk away. Meeting his gaze, he didn’t falter. If anything, the corner of his lips perked up.

“I get it,” he said, as if he could see the gears grinding away in your brain. “I promise you, I do.”

“Then, what happens next?” you asked, fingers tightening around your textbook.

Yunho took a step backward and shrugged his shoulders. “You stay my friend.”

A breath corrupted your lungs. “And, what if we can’t do that?”

He narrowed his eyes and flashed you that smile. “We will,” he said. “We’ll try.”

september 5th ~  friday ~ 5:48 p.m.

[youknow everythin]: I think you should still try to come to the party tonight

[you]: there is no way out of this house

[you]: there is no such thing as sneakin around yeji

[youknow everythin]: …

[youknow everythin]: I have faith in you & Tori

[youknow everythin]: Especially Tori

[you]: thanks.

[youknow everythin]: You’re welcome <3

[you]: don’t ever send that heart again

[youknow everythin]: …

[youknow everythin]: …

[youknow everythin]: <3

Slamming your phone down on the marble counter Tori jumped a mile, the ice in her glass rattling. Leaning over the flat top you drug your hands over your face and groaned aloud, letting your fingers slide through your hair. 

“What happened?” Tori asked, cracking open a can of red bull, pouring it into the glass in front of her. 

Leaving the library around two, parting ways with Yunho, when you came back home you spent an hour or so in your bedroom, organizing and reorganizing what you would need for Monday’s classes. Tori popped in and out, working on her own tasks for recruitment and future events that would need to be announced soon, and then the two of you spent about two hours on the floor stalking Instagram accounts and talking about Isla, or Mina.

When it came to the sophomore you didn’t have much to say, but you forced yourself to give your input, some side of the story so you wouldn’t be suspicious.

Tori was your best friend, but she’d never know what happened with Yunho.

If Mina didn’t spill her heart out it’d be a different story.

“The guys want us at ATZ tonight,” you said, giving her a knowing look. 

Tori crunched the can in her hand and walked around the island to throw it away, her mind working, then she returned to her glass, took a sip, and bobbed her head.

“Who’ve you got on the phone?”

“Yunho,” you said. “I saw him at the library earlier.”

Tori sipped her drink, nodding some more. “Mingi has said some stuff, too.”

“Like what?” Your voice was small. Quiet. Almost afraid.

“About us not being there,” she said, setting the glass down. Lifting a hand she adjusted her nose piercings and shrugged. “You and I, Yuna and Ryujin… They want us around. Mingi said Yunho’s even brought up Mina, but I dunno if we’d get her to sneak out.”

“She’s too ‘good girl’ to sneak out,” you mumbled, pointing your eyes to your phone screen that lit up. youknow everythin at it again. Opening the message, you scoffed.

[youknow everythin]: Please come to the party tonight <3 <3 <3

Typing back a mile a minute, you didn’t catch Tori circling the counters to end up at your side.

“What’s with the hearts?” she asked, startling you. Locking your phone you dropped it to the marble and shot her a glare. “Sorry,” she giggled. “You weren’t listening to me, I wanted to see what was so interesting.”

With a deep breath you groaned. “Nothing is interesting, I’m just being pestered by a grown adult with the mentality of a four year old.”

Tori screwed her face up in confusion and twirled around where she stood, her long waves brushing over your arm. She hopped up onto the counter, saving her drink from spilling, from experience. “Yunho has the mentality of a four year old?” About to sip from her cup, she cut herself short, eyes going wide, “You sure you aren’t talking to Wooy-”

A rash laugh blew through your lips, your eyes blazing into hers. “I’m sure!”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, then waited four seconds before sipping her Red Bull. Your phone lit up again, Tori looking at it this time. “youknow everythin,” she sang like a song, swinging her head to look back at you. She was telling you something. Under the little smirk that grew she was saying something, and it was threatening to turn you red. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked to break the silence that was deafening, you’re certain only for you.

Shaking your head the slightest, you shrugged. “I guarantee you I am not.”

She laughed once. “How are you not!?”

Glancing to your hands hovering by your phone that has lit up again, you messed with your fingers and muttered, “I got a lot on my mind.”

Tori leaned toward you, a hand grabbing onto your shoulder. She gave you a shake, and then another to get you to look at her, and when you did, she whispered, “We’re going to that party.”

[youknow everythin]: I miss you. I just want to see you. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to… I understand, you know I do. You just feel like my best friend right now, I don’t want to lose that.

september 6th ~  saturday ~ 12:03 a.m.

ATZ’s house stood three stories tall on the corner of the street opposite ITZ, three blocks south of the sorority. In the dark it was menacing, and all the more enticing. Large with tall, thick white pillars holding up each balcony of every floor. The exterior was a muted grey, making the shadows bounce off of it in the nighttime. The ceiling’s beneath the balconies were painted a pale teal blue, the light pouring out the windows illuminating the color giving the house a glow that pulled people through the front door.

Like moths to a flame.

The balconies wrapped around the entire house on the first, second and third floors. Every room had one, each boy blessed with the freedom of an escape if their president ever decided they were to be confined to their bedrooms for the time being while their favorite pastime was off limits.

Standing under the street lights before yours, you swallowed a sigh. The faint pulse of music and people’s chatter greeted you like an old friend. One you haven’t seen in three days. The drama. Glancing to your left, Tori wore a grin tapping away at her phone.

“Is this crazy?” you asked, throwing a hand toward the house. Pursing her freshly glossed lips, she looked at you without a change of face and she nodded.

“Oh, absolutely,” she said. “Especially becau-”

“Okay, I’m good, I’m good.”

The voice behind you, coming closer to you, boiled your blood ever so slightly.

Tori, ecstatic, shoved her phone in the pocket of her bell bottom jeans and clapped her hands together. “Thank god, I’m so excited for you.”

Turning on the balls of your feet, you forced a smile. “You’ll be fine, Mina.”

The sophomore, in a denim mini skirt and a pink long sleeved crop sweater, returned your smile. Hers was real. “He texted me,” she said in a rush, seemingly bouncing on her feet. “He apologized. For what I was talking about the other night.” Tori, lost, looked between you both.

“Apologized?” She scrunched her brows together. “What happened?”

Mina turned her chin, her hair swinging just below the gorgeous curve. “Nothing crazy,” she assured your roommate. “He’s just been distant, that's all. I mean, I understand. Aurora told me the other night that it could be the stress of coming back to school, preparing for the year… Normal stuff like that.” Mina shot you the smile. “It’s what he said,” she nodded, “That he just has a lot on his mind.”

Tori put a hand on Mina’s back, her eyes pointing to the ground for all of a second. “Let’s go find him,” she plastered her grin back on her face, looking to you for support. “Meen’s at an ATZ party!”

Laughing along with them you took Mina’s hand and Tori took the other. It gutted you that neither Ryujin or Yuna were tagging along, both grumbling about not wanting to get caught, and it’s too soon, you’ll get found out, give it time to settle first…

A part of you agreed. It was too soon. Knowing all the boys definitely knew about the ‘rule’ now too, tonight was guaranteed to be insufferable. Pair that with the fact that you’ll have to be around Yunho and Mina, and you’ll have to put up with Wooyoung, all of the above wanted to force you back into the safety of your bedroom where you could rot in your sweatpants and lock the door and never have another social interaction again. But, alas, here you were in a tight dark blue dress that Tori suggested you wear so you match her strapless tube top, being forced into many, many social interactions that may or may not possibly worsen your situation.

At the moment it was controlled.

You and Yunho were on the same page. You wouldn’t talk about it with anyone, you would move on. Your friendship would go back to the way that it was before anyone got drunk and handsy, and life would be good. Time would pass and things would go back to normal. Time will pass, and one day you won’t have butterflies in your belly while you walk up the steps to his front door with his consort in hand.

Mina and Tori babbled together, words you couldn’t process, not as the heavy white door swung open. Noise flooded the night air, twisting your gut with both adrenaline and anticipation. Mina’s hand tightened around yours, triggering you to look at her. Wide eyed, she wore a smile, taking in the stretch of a man who opened the front door.

Tan cargo pants with a skin tight black cut off tank tucked into them, Mingi grinned something silly, his light hair already hanging in front of his eyes, messy just the slightest. Two metal studs lived in his ears, matching the ones in Tori’s third hole on her lobes. He squinted in the night, the light inside not much brighter than the porch.

“Where’s your glasses?” Tori half scolded with a giggle, pulling her hand from Minas to topple forward onto her man. Her arms swung around his neck, his catching her around her waist. He squeezed her, lifting her off the floor while he pressed a thousand kisses to her cheek. “Makeup! I have makeup!” Tori squirmed, attempting to escape his grip.

Mingi put her feet on the floor and maneuvered her underneath one arm, extending his other into the house, an invitation for you and Mina, who’s hand you realized you were still holding. Tori dabbed at her cheek, muttering things to Mingi only he could hear. 

“Ladies,” he said, the smile never leaving his cheeks. “Pleasure to see you, come on inside.” Mina surprisingly took the lead, dragging you behind her up the step into the sticky air of ATZ. “Oh, stop,” Mingi bickered with Tori, his focus turning down to her. “So what if I did mess it up? You tryna impress someone else here?!”

A long hallway greeted you, extending many, many feet down to the end of the first floor. It was littered with people either stumbling into the next room hand in hand, or wandering toward the kitchen that resided in the back of the house behind the tall staircase pushed up against the wall to the left. The lights hanging from the spacious ceilings were all original, deep orange colored stained glass, and they were off for the night. The dim glow came from the room to the right, through the rounded archway accented with a thick brown hand carved wood.

ATZ hadn’t changed a lick since it was established. The dark walls, the dark hardwood floors, each generation left it alone. It was like stepping into a time capsule. A mesmerizing, charismatic, delightfully musky scented time capsule. It was clean, put together, and so undeniably sexy. As were the nine men who resided in the floors above.

Mesmerizing, charismatic, and so undeniably sexy.

Losing Tori at the door with Mingi you allowed Mina to pull you along, her head turning every which way as she took everything in. Glancing back you deemed her safe and in good hands, the two were already liplocked, Mingi walking Tori backward toward the stairs, both of his hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans. You’d see her in an hour.

“Damn, Mina, it’s just us,” you said, turning back to the sophomore who yanked you down the hall, dodging bodies as she did. Eyes turned to follow you. Both of you. Suddenly this plan didn’t feel so good.

Her brown bob whipped your way. “Okay,” she breathed, taking notice that Tori disappeared. The wedges she wore on her feet came to a stop, one of your sandals jamming into the back one abruptly. With them on she stood an inch or so taller than you, and in this moment she looked down at you with a spark in her eye. “Is that what happens? Here?”

Holding back the face you wanted to make, you instead tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

Mina glanced up and around at a group of seniors you’ve seen before at these parties brushing past you with a happy greeting. Smiling at them, you shot them a quick wink before returning your attention to the sophomore still holding your hand. 

“They went upstairs,” Mina said, lifting her eyes to where Tori escaped.

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “But, they always do. She’ll be back, she’s okay.”

Mina huffed a laugh, meeting your eyes. “I know she’ll be back, I just…” She flitted her head about nervously, blinking a trillion times, emphasizing on something she wasn’t telling you. “You’ve been upstairs before?”

“No,” you pushed from your lips in a composed hurry. “Not in the way Tori goes upstairs, let me say that again. I have been upstairs, but not to fuck.” That was the truth. She cringed at your use of word, it made you laugh. “Oh, Mina.” Her lips pursed. “You don’t have to go upstairs if you don’t want to. I think I know what you’re thinking about.” Yunho. “You can say the words, it’s okay.”

Waiting until the hall cleared for a few seconds, Mina leaned closer to you, so close you could make out all the beauty marks on her smooth skin. “I’ve never… Done it before.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. Placing your other hand on top of hers that clung onto you, smiled. “That’s okay.”

Chop chop, Tori and Mingi. 

In and out.

Hurry it up.

“I mean,” Mina glanced to the floor, collecting her thoughts before her shining eyes came back to yours. “I’ve done the other stuff. You know, I’m not a prude even though I probably come off as one.”

You shook your head, crinkling your lip. “You don’t, you don’t.”

Little bit.

“What happens if he wants to go upstairs?”

Well, that question shouldn’t hurt as much as it just did.

Gulping, you tossed your shoulders up, letting them fall as you shook your head. “That’s up to you to decide, Meens. If you’re ready, and you want to go, you go. If you don’t wanna, you say no.”

“Will he get mad if I say no?” Her whisper hurt you in a different sense this time.

You tapped her hand. “It’s Yunho. He won’t get mad. And, besides, if he did, Hongjoong would have him kicked out in seconds. Their president doesn’t fuck around here. Especially when it comes to that.”

She took in every word that fell from your mouth, nodding along in tiny. Letting it marinate in her brain, she pulled her hand away and smoothed out her sweater that danced above her belly button, a few inches of skin exposed between the soft fabric and the denim of her skirt.

“You’re right,” she said. “Thanks, Aurora.” Responding with a smile, she returned it. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve been sort of, up your… Up your ass.” She said the word at a whisper, her smirk growing straight after.

Narrowing your eyes, you pressed a hand to your chest in fake shock. “Mina… Watch your mouth, for fucks sake.” The giggles that erupted immediately eased all of the tension that had built up around the two of you. Tension only you noticed, you hoped. “If you wanna stay with me tonight, that’s totally fine. We just have to be careful of pictures and stuff like that, but I’d love to help you get more acquainted with this place, it’s so fun to-”

“Ror!?” The most beautiful voice traveled halfway down the hall from the kitchen, where you and Mina had stopped. Looking over Mina's shoulder, you had no time to think before feet barrelled down the hardwood, arms wrapped around your waist and you were in the air, thrown over a shoulder. “No fucking way, I GOT HER!” The leather vest wearing, bulky bicep animal who grabbed you whirled around, facing you toward Mina as he took off for the kitchen.

Smiling ear to ear, Mina followed behind him, trying to keep up. Swatting at his back you groaned and flipped your hair backward, praying that the top of your dress hadn’t ridden down. Pressing your lips into a line, you flatlined your brows, letting Mina know this happened every time. She cupped her cheeks and laughed. You caught her eyes traveling down the backside of the leather wearing monster. This really was a whole new world for her.

Tucking those thoughts away, you turned your chin to catch a glimpse of the man who held you. Slicked back, neatly cut black hair lived atop his head. He kept it shorter in the back and along the sides. You caught a glimpse of necklaces around his neck, probably hanging down his chest over the bare skin showing through his vest that was definitely unbuttoned. You could feel it on your thighs.  The pants he wore matched the top, the low rise waist hanging right at the base of his hips, accenting the curve of his ass, the leather hugging his muscular thighs just right.

“You slut,” you laughed, lifting a hand to slap him where you knew he liked it. A sweet, shameless sound came out of him, echoing in the end of the hall as his head tossed backward. His hands slid down to your thighs, gripping your bare skin below the hem of your dress. Letting out a yelp at the shift of weight, he simply laughed within his chest. His fingers squeezed the soft skin between your legs, obviously having to adjust every few seconds, he couldn’t get a good hold. It tickled, and as much as you tried to hold back your giggles and squirms, the way his fingers knew how to move was too much. “Down, San!”

More boys and girls moved up and down the hall as he carried you, Mina absorbing every single second of every single moment, though it seemed like she was looking out for what you warned her about. Everyone who ducked out of San’s way looked up at you, either in shock or with a laugh. Every face that came and went you had seen before, so it seemed thus far you were in the clear. It was normal, this was normal.

ITZ girls at an ATZ party? Normal.

San dressed in some ridiculous get up with eyes glued to his dick? Normal.

He turned into the kitchen full of a small group of people, the hanging chandelier in here also dimmed like the living room. Sliding his hands up your body, over your ass, to your waist, he lowered you to your feet with an energy so forced your knees gave out, but his hands caught you. Around your back they held you, big and strong, and he hovered above you. A sideways, shit eating grin graced his pink lips. A singular strand of black hair fell over his forehead, the smallest, most attractive accent for his sharp features.

“You’re a dick,” you said softly, smiling up at him. His moves were on purpose, they always were. San was calculated, he was quick. He could pick up your next move before you’ve even thought about it. 

Flickering his eyes to your lips, he softened his smile and breathed through a laugh. “Nice to see you too, Ror.”

“You can let me go now,” you said, and he obliged, swiftly pulling you steady on your feet. 

Taking a finger below your chin, he drug the digit under your jaw with a smirk, and then his body was his, and yours was yours. “Drinks?” he asked with a brow raise, making sure to look at Mina as well. “Hi, pretty,” he smized with a knee buckling head tilt, and the sophomore blushed. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“She’s off limits, Sannie,” you muttered, fixing your dress. San pointed his gaze to your fingers at the hem of the blue fabric, then to your eyes.

“I know,” he said, his voice flowing like sultry music. “I’ve been debriefed.”

“Debriefed?” Mina asked, taking all of Sans' attention. His dark eyes ate her up, shamelessly fawning up and down her body, ending on her eyes that were all too wide and innocent for the man standing in front of her. San wore his thoughts on his face, you knew exactly what he was thinking about at this very moment. Thankfully, Mina did not.

“You’re Yunho’s girl,” San tipped his chin back, looking down at her. With the smallest gasp, Mina snapped her jaw and whipped her chin to shoot you the look of surprise. You forced a smile onto your lips. 

So, that was the story in this house, too.

“I am?” Mina nearly squeaked.

San’s smize turned up to a hundred, his heat quite literally filling the air. A tiger ready to pounce.

“San,” you stole his focus and actively watched the lust somewhat leave his eyes. “Those drinks would be nice.” Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he nodded, caught one last look at Mina then started behind you, pausing at your side for a moment more.

Looking up into his siren eyes, the deepest, clearest chocolate brown, you kept the San mental shield up as he said, voice low, tickling your skin, “You’re not off limits, Ror.”

“San,” you whispered, giving him the most polite look you could conjure up. “We’ve talked about this.”

The smallest pout found his gorgeous, kissable lips. Taking a hand to your bare shoulder he watched his own finger as he drew circles over your skin. “You’ll tell me when,” he whispered. Only his eyes lifted to look at you through his lashes. “Right?”

“Right,” you nodded once. “You have a house full of people, Sannie.” Putting a finger on his chest, you drug it toward the waist of his leather pants, entirely too low, and tugged on the fabric when your finger hooked in it. San watched it, his brows furrowing above his eyes with the subtlest inhale through his lips. “You look all cute, does no one wanna play with you?”

“Someone already has,” he whispered, looking to you with just his eyes. 

“Mm!” you hummed happily, giving him a smile, one he returned. “See, you don’t need me.” His jaw tightened. Taking your finger out of his pants, you placed your hand over his cheek and drug your thumb over his cheekbone. “Drinks, Sannie. Please?” Widening your eyes ever so slightly, his shaky inhale and twist of his lips made you smile, too.

He didn’t need to say anything, he spoke with his eyes. Taking off into the depths of the kitchen, around people standing around, leaning on counters talking, he’d be back. He’d find his way back. He always did. Spinning in a small circle, watching him go, when you faced Mina, almost forgetting she was in the same room, you find that she found a way to keep herself occupied. 

“Oh, Aurora!” She wore a smile, an excited smile. “Look who I found.”

Yunho stood in the archway beside her focused on San and where he wandered off to. As if on defense, he snapped out of it when Mina called your name, smiling down at her. It took him a couple beats to look your way, but when he did it was as if his gaze pierced you through the heart.

He wore a t-shirt, a black one with that damn chain hanging beneath the collar. Everything else was the same as you saw him earlier in the day. Jeans, sneakers, hair pushed forward over his glasses. He was the same. He was just Yunho.

It was just Yunho!

“Hey, Rory,” he said. Mina couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Poor girl was smitten.

“Hey, Yo,” you said, jaw clenching as he gave his smile back to Mina.

“Was not expecting this one to be here when Mingi told me you guys were coming,” he said, putting a hand on the wood over Mina’s shoulder. 

Fluttering her lashes she shrugged. “You know, it’s kind of your fault we’re here.”

Yunho frowned, his eyebrows squishing together, and it was apparently funny because Mina giggled like crazy. “My fault? You’re the one here breaking the rules, aren’t you? I didn’t tell you to sneak out of the house.”

Mina playfully rolled her eyes. “No, you didn’t tell me to, but Tori said you guys know how to climb their side of the house, so we had a way down and out!”

“Oh, they told you about that, did they?” Yunho, maintaining this… act, or whatever he was doing, gave you a disappointing look. “Thanks, Rory. Now I’ll be in trouble.”

“Rory,” Mina repeated, eyeing Yunho’s lips as he said it. “That’s such a cute nickname.” She shot a smile toward you for only a second, not wanting to miss a moment of her man.

Yunho, with a sheepish shrug and downturn of his lips, said, “It’s nothin’.”

It’s what he’s called you since you met him.

Within a game of two truths and a lie at the start of the semester he admitted he secretly loved that old show Gilmore Girls. And thus, the Rory thing began. He’s the only one to ever call you Rory to this day.

“It makes me think of this show my mom liked to watch,” Mina said, and Yunho’s act faltered.

“Gilmore Girls?” They both questioned at the same time, falling into laughter together at their own shock of saying the same thing. You could’ve told them that, having the same thought at the same time as them, you could’ve joined in on the laughter as well. But, it didn’t look fun.

With a breath, you muttered, “Cute,” and turned to search for San.

You needed a drink.

Or several.

Weaving through the bodies lounging about the space dripping in shiney dark wood, you approached the circular table in the back corner where several boys sat with cans in their hands. You recognized them all, but only a few were eligible to greet you.

“Aurora!” Yeosang and his wavy chestnut hair raised the beer he held. “You’re here?!” Another head perked up at his shout, long, almost shoulder length black hair and a sharp, slender nose.

“I”m here,” you smiled, holding a hand in the air. A cold can was placed inside of it, your fingers wrapping around it quickly. Yanking it down, you spun and gave San a sweet smile, leaning in to give his cheek a peck. “Thank you, San,” you said, cracking the drink of fruity bubbles open yourself.

“You’re welcome,” he said, looking down at it. “Can I?”

Putting the skinny can in his hand, you nodded. “‘Course.” 

San, keeping his eyes on yours, poked his tongue slightly from his lips and pressed your drink to it, taking the smallest sip before returning it to you. “Your turn.” Copying him, tongue out, lips pressed to the can, you sipped it while you watched him and gave him a wink. A quiet groan escaped him as he smiled. Then, he was gone as fast as he found you.

“Cute.” There was a boy around every corner it seemed. Turning yourself toward the table of men, long, almost shoulder length black hair smirked up at you where he sat. Taking to his side, you tousled his hair and snickered.

“You just gotta know how to appease him,” you said. Seonghwa, leaning over the back of the wooden chair that matched the rest of the kitchen, laughed and shook his head.

“You’ve got a soft spot for San,” he narrowed his eyes, teasing you.

Sipping your drink, you weighed the options with a few twists of your hips. “And if I do?” You smacked your lips, licking the sweetness off of them. Seonghwa watched, then licked his own.

He beckoned you closer with a wag of his finger. “Then I’d say you’re not the only one,” he said loud enough for you to hear, then you laughed with him. Pushing his chair out from the table a bit, tucking his long legs under the chair, he tapped his lap without taking his eyes off of you. “Stay a while.”

Raising your eyebrows, eyeing the group of men who paid no attention to what was happening, you gave him a look. “Vice President Seonghwa, I know you are not telling me to sit on your lap.”

He laughed, dark and sweet. “I am,” he tapped his lap again and pushed his hair out of his face with his other hand, exposing his sculpted features to the dim kitchen light, the shadows contouring around his face like magic. “I miss you. Where’ve you been?”

“Around,” you said, following his request by sliding onto his lap over his knee. On the edge at first, nervous to sit back too far, Seonghwa took matters into his own hands and hooked an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. Your knees basically straddled his one, his hand finding solace on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress.

“Around?” he parroted in question, moving the chair closer to the table, your bottom halves lost beneath it. “You were here Monday, right?”

Twisting on his lap, your knees moving between both of his legs, you looked at him and his breathtaking beauty and pouted. “I was,” you sighed. “And then we got in trouble… Like little kids.” Taking a sip of your drink while he laughed, you expressed your regret with a roll of your eyes.

“Mingi kinda let it slip to us,” he said, his speaking voice alway so soft and full of purpose. “Tori told him what happened.”

“Of course she did,” you grumbled.

Seonghwa reached for a short glass he had on the table, half full of a cinnamon smelling liquor. “Uh oh,” he sang, sipping the drink that sparked your fancy. “What goes on?”

“What is that?” Taking his glass from him, he let you, you took a whiff and cringed. It was awful up close, much better from far away.

Like Wooyoung!

Seonghwa couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Fireball,” he said, and you shot him a look of disgust. “And rum, some peach and cranberry juice, hey, don’t judge until you try it.”

“How do you get past that… smell,” you said, faking a gag over your shoulder. 

Leaning toward you a bit, he placed an elbow on the table. “Some of us like that smell, Aurora.” The smile he wore had swapped for one more stern. “Don’t be a bitch, take a sip and find out for yourself.” He even made cuss words sound pretty, though somehow the kick was more intense.

You listened to him, straightening up where you were perched on his thigh and took the glass to your lips, letting some of the liquid hit your tongue. Getting it down fast, swallowing within milliseconds, the chuckle that came out of him was borderline condescending. Fixing your face, keeping it neutral though tears stung your eyes, you gave him the glass and bobbed your head.

“Don’t like it?” he asked, his gaze dancing all around your face. Looking him in the eyes, gauging how to answer, you opted for a head shake and that chuckle left him again. “That’s okay,” he assured you, his hand on your thigh giving you a squeeze. “You tried it, I’m proud of you.” “Thanks,” you whispered, fixated on his eyes.

“Now,” he started, putting the glass on the table. Facing you like he was, he balanced an elbow on the table and gave you his full attention. “Tell me what happened with Tori, baby.”

And you did, for about an hour.

Starting with the fact that Tori spilled everything to Mingi all of the time, you let that trickle into the ban that was set into place, which then turned into you telling him how you snuck out of your bedroom to end up here on his lap. Within each story a drink was opened by Seonghwa and finished by you. He used whichever boy was closest to a fridge to bring one over to him, all he had to do was lift a finger in the air and he had one in his hand. 

Somewhere along the way your schedule for the year was brought up, you shared you and your sisters anxieties over recruitment this year, and somehow it all boiled back down to Wooyoung and the shit you went through last semester.

You were on drink four, and whatever kept getting poured in Seonghwa’s cup was more and more appetizing as the night went on.

“I’ll have it,” you said, nibbling your bottom lip as a boy in a blue sweater slid it across the table for Seonghwa to grab. He was able to snatch it before you, pulling it away with a grin. “Lemme have it,” you whispered, dipping your chin down.

His other hand had been sliding up and down the inside of your thigh for the last fifteen minutes… You think.

“You didn’t like it, Aurora,” he said, keeping his voice down. Sipping from the glass, eyes on you, he perked a brow.

“No, it was shit,” you were only speaking truths at the moment, and he found it funny. “Let me try again, I promise you I’ll like it better this time, Hwa.”

“Will you?” he asked, and when you nodded, sure of yourself, he handed over the drink and waited for you to hate it all over again.

Taking a sniff like you did earlier, you exhaled in dramatized pleasure, fluttering your eyes shut, and Seonghwa shook his head, his hair caressing his cheekbones. “Absolutely…” you paused to take a sip that was more like a gulp. Seonghwa quickly put his hand on the bottom and eased it down from your lips. “Delicious,” you said, wiggling your brow.

The glass made it safely on the table and Seonghwa drug his tongue over his teeth, looking at you in disbelief. “You got me,” he shrugged. He leaned into you, the space between you growing smaller. “Proved me wrong.”

His lips, soft and full, made your legs close, trapping his hand between them. Unknowingly checking him out, drunk enough to not know what your subconscious was consciously doing in the driver's seat, you took a hand to his jaw and danced your fingers along the underside. Like San had done to you earlier.

Seonghwa, surprised, but letting you do your thing, wore a soft smile when he asked, “You’re alright though, right?”

His features worked in perfect harmony. The slope of his nose down to his lips, and his stunning smile. The depth of his eyes balanced the seemingly innocent wonder he typically wore in expression. A beautifully crafted exterior to match the heart he carried within.

You knew what he meant when he asked you if you were alright. He was there that night, he was close with Yunho, though not as close as Yunho and Mingi, but he was closer than the others. When you became friends with Yunho you met Seonghwa, you’ve known him almost as long as Yunho.

Yunho, damn.

Where did he end up? Mina’s here, they’re probably together, and it’s been too long and neither of them have tried to find you. Maybe he did take her upstairs. She’d probably let him take her upstairs. It shouldn’t matter to you whether or not they went upstairs, but for some reason it hurts. For christ sake, you only started to hook up with Yunho to get over the Wooyoung thing, you never intended for it to become this. You didn’t expect to have feelings for him, your longest friend here at Nasara.

Granted, the Wooyung thing still hurts like a bitch. He didn’t care. He whispered sweet nothings, promises of tomorrow, kissed your lips like you were the most precious thing in the world to him, and then took Yeji to bed.

Couple the both together, and it sucked.

No one knew you and Yunho had done anything, so it wasn’t even like you could say anything to anybody about it. You couldn’t even talk about it, vent about it, get the frustration out. It all had to stay inside, you were forced to keep it inside. Yunho seemed fine with continuing his pursuit of Mina, it’d been over an hour, or more, and no one had come looking for you. Even Tori. Where was she? Helping Mina with Yunho? Still fucking her boyfriend? She was probably helping Mina with Yunho, getting the two of them together, making sure they live happily ever after!

“What are you thinking about?” Seonghwa whispered, bringing you back into the moment. Your thumb was over his bottom lip, the plush skin incredibly soft to the touch. There were centimeters between you, and your thighs were squeezing his hand tight. 

Sucking in a breath, you whispered, “Too much.”

“Tell me.” Speaking in whispers, the both of you, his eyebrows lowered, worried. “Did something else happen?” All you could do was nod, but then as your bottom lip crinkled Seonghwa pushed the chair away from the table of boys talking too loud to notice you guys were leaving.

He got you on your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. Walking side by side out of the kitchen, you melted into his touch, his powerful, safe hold, and scanned each room for a sign of anyone you were dying to see.

Yunho, Tori, Mina.

Wooyoung.

Out in the hall, Seonghwa, several inches taller than you, kept you out of direct view and whisked you toward the end by the front door, making a sharp turn up the staircase. He made sure you made it up every step, taking his time beside you as you clung to him for balance.

A babble of, “I didn’t drink so much,” and, “How are you not as drunk as me?” came out of you and he simply smiled and assured you with, “I’m much bigger than you,” and, “Trust me, I’m drunk.”

You made it into his bedroom on the second floor, the room between Yeosang and Yunho’s, directly in the center of the hall straight off the staircase. Several others lined the hall on the wrap around of the stairs before they went up again to the third floor. Luckily it was his own, ATZ didn’t have to share like ITZ.

Once inside, Seonghwa shut the door quietly and took a deep breath, shifting his attention to you, full of concern. Unsure of what to say, he let you wander his room for a minute before he asked, “Are you okay?”

His room was utterly him. Blue grey walls with photos and a few posters hanging up strategically, the floor was neat and clean, all of his drawers shut properly and everything on top of them placed with precision. There was a softness to it all, but then the hints came out, the sort of unexpected spice he carried within his eyes. It came out in the dark decor hiding in plain sight, and the way the belts hanging on his wall weren’t placed there for daily wearing accessibility. A bottle of whiskey lived on his nightstand, and the books beside it definitely weren’t for a class.

Turning to look at him, his voice once more pulling you back, you shook your head and took your time walking up to where he still stood at the door. “No,” you whispered, your voice filling the air that was much quieter than downstairs. Seonghwa, brows flipped over, nodded slightly, waiting for you to say more. “Everything is just… a mess.”

“Right,” he whispered, having no possible clue as to what you were talking about. Reaching out your hands you grabbed onto the black button up he was wearing, the top three buttons undone, and closed the space between you, pushing him back against his door. His eyes clouded over with that unexpected spice. 

Taking a hand behind him, he pressed the lock on his door, and when it clicked into place you whispered, “Make me forget.”

Hands taking to your neck, he tipped your head back and pressed his lips to yours, heavy and hungry. Without a second wasted a hand was in your hair, the other sliding down your body to grab onto the fabric of your dress, hiking it above your waist. Wrapping both arms around his neck, you succumbed to his touch, to his hold, letting him do as he pleased. Working your lips against his, every following kiss longer, wetter, noisier, you tangled your fingers in his hair. His long, soft hair that brushed his shoulders and now tickled your cheeks.

Seonghwa took both hands to your waist and lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. Within the kisses he took you to his bed, laying you sideways over the mattress, the dark blankets beneath about to be rumpled into a heap on the floor. Rolling his body into yours, a gasp shot through you as he pushed his hips where you needed him most.

“Oh my god, Seonghwa,” you breathed, knitting your fingers in his locks. The laugh that came out of him made you buck your hips up against him, longing to feel that definitely larger than average bulge in his pants.

Listening to you, following how your body responded, he rolled his hips and reveled in the sound you made for him, drinking it up through parted lips and shared air, then he kissed you again, slipping his tongue inside. Taking his time, kissing you with a calculated conscience, he took his hands down your body, sure to caress every curve. He hooked his thumbs in the little lacey thong you slipped on beneath your dress for no reason in particular, and pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere on his floor.

Moaning something nasty into his mouth as he drug one of his fingers over your soaked center, he smirked on your lips as your legs spread even further for him.

“Is nobody fucking you, Aurora?” Seonghwa looked down at you and wrapped his other hand around your jaw, his thumb taking to your bottom lip, pulling it open. Eyes wide, you stared up at him, a completely different Seonghwa than the one you were sitting with ten minutes ago. Nodding as best as you could in his grip, he scoffed. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

He dipped his thumb into your mouth and pressed it to your tongue while he tutted his own. “They’re not doing a very good job, are they?” 

He did a good job.

He did a very good job, Yunho did.

Seonghwa sensed the thoughts. Pulling his thumb from your mouth he pressed both his thumb and fingers to your cheeks, studying how you were locked the fuck in.

“Who is it?” he asked. You gulped and shook your head as best as you could, he was strong. “That means I know who it is,” he flashed you a smile you’ve never seen before, something so devilish it forced a whine from your throat. “You don’t want me to know, do you?”

“No,” you said, muffled with how he held onto your jaw.

Poking his cheek with his tongue, he flashed that smile and nodded. “Why not?” You answered with a shake of your head. “Oh, come on, baby, you can tell me.”

“Can’t,” you whispered, and his brows lowered the slightest.

“You’re not in trouble, are you?”

“No!” You would’ve leapt up if he wasn’t holding you down.

Seonghwa watched you, his face softening, and then he nodded. “Okay,” he spoke above a whisper. Eyes dancing down your face to your lips, he whispered, “Open,” and you listened. He groaned within his chest. “Such a good girl,” he half whined. “No way Yunho taught you to be this good of a listener.”

Your heart sank. 

Your stomach flipped. 

Your blood ran ice fucking cold.

Eyes shooting open wide, Seonghwa mimicked your shock until it turned into a laugh. “You’re kidding me?” He took the hand between your bodies and messed with the buttons on his pants. “I had the smallest chance, and you’re telling me I guessed it right on the first try?”

Wiping the feelings from your face, you whispered, “Shut up. I’m drunk, I don’t know what you were talking about.”

“I’m drunk, too, baby,” Seonghwa cooed, his lips taking to your neck, messy kisses sliding up and down your skin, pulling you back under his spell. His thumb brushed over the spot you were dying for him to touch, a few expert, well practiced twists of the joint enough to have you a babbling mess under him.

“Hwa, please,” you gasped, and he finally kicked his pants off, wearing that devilish grin that was going to make you burst before he was even inside of you. With a hand between you, he pushed his length through your arousal, teasing you.

“Ror,” he said softly, dipping his head down to kiss your cheek. “Are you sure?”

Grabbing his face, squishing his own cheeks together like he had yours, his hair framing his face and brushing your own, you nodded and whispered, “Make me… forget.”

It didn’t take much else, he pushed himself inside of you, his forehead pressing to yours, keeping himself where he could see you, where he could watch you lose yourself in him. The sound that came from you matched the face he made when he gave you all of him, his brows synching in the center, his teeth clenched, but his lips parted. 

With every slow push of his hips and every beautiful sound that came from either of you, he felt you, could hear you adjust, and once your body welcomed him and your nails dug crescents into his back and your eyes clouded over in pleasure, he knew he could take you where he wanted.

He would make you forget.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hiiii could you write a Remus Lupin (as an adult) with x reader who is a student at Hogwarts? Like a teacher x student one maybe? Like Remus knows that that is wrong but he can’t resist her even if he really tries to. Write smut or fluff both is good :)

Thanks in advance 💐

Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • my other remus x reader oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: oneshot where remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

word count: 3.1k

warnings: age gap but it’s legal

a/n: tysm for this request lovely!! i hope this is what you wanted! also, for legal purposes the reader is in year seven and eighteen years old but you can imagine it however you want. also i made the reader a ravenclaw. enjoy!! 🎀🍓💌

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     You walked down the spiraling staircase that lead from your dorm to the Ravenclaw common room, a series of hallways, and eventually the majestic great hall at Hogwarts. 

You wrapped your cloak around yourself tighter in the chilly September temperatures. Even though you were within the walls of the castle, you still felt the cold in the air and rubbed your arms to stay warm. 

     You finally came to the great hall, stopping for a second to look around. Even though you’d been going to school here for six years you still found it a breathtaking sight. You kept walking and found a spot at the Ravenclaw table next to Penelope Clearwater, your best friend of four years. You sat down, piling food onto your plate quickly and shoving it into your mouth even quicker. 

     “Woah, slow down (Y/n)!” Penelope said.

     “Good morning to you too,” you teased, “I’m in a hurry. I’ve got Defense Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes.”

     You had probably taken too many classes for your own good this year. But you wanted to take as many subjects as you possibly could in your last year at Hogwarts. And you wanted to start this year off by not being late to your first class. 

     “So do I,” Penelope took a bite of a biscuit, “Third floor right? I’ll walk with you.”

     You finished your breakfasts and gathered your books, heading towards the staircase that would take you to the third floor. 

     “So who do you think we’re gonna have this year?” you asked your friend. Every year since your 5th year when Professor Quirrell had been killed in a fight with Harry Potter after he began aiding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you’d had had a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You shuddered, thinking of the dark wizard. 

     “I don’t know, but I hope whoever it is actually teaches us something instead of the other way around,” she said. You laughed, knowing she was referring to Professor Lockhart, your last DADA teacher. 

     You turned a corner, passing a few other students with early classes making their way down the hallway. 

     You walked into the classroom and found a man with his back to you, his head bent over a book on his desk. His robes looked well worn, and his brown hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Upon hearing you and your friend walk into the classroom, he turned around noticing you and Penelope and giving you a warm smile. 

     “Good morning…,” he paused waiting for you to tell him your names.

     “I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and this is Penelope Clearwater,” you answered.

     “Well Miss (Y/l/n) and Miss Clearwater, I’m Professor Lupin. I’m afraid you’re a bit early, but please take a seat anywhere you like.”

     You smiled back at him as you went to sit in one of the chairs closest to you. Penelope sat down next to you and began flipping through one of the textbooks she held. You watched Professor Lupin as he went about what you assumed was finishing preparing his classroom. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t had a good nights rest in some time but there was something about the way he carried himself that seemed to hint at a subtle energy. Intrigued, you continued to watch him. He mumbled a few spells, rearranging what you hoped weren’t crates holding some sort of magical creatures. 

     “(Y/n)? Did you hear me,” Penelope broke you out of your thoughts. 

     “Oh, sorry, got distracted. What did you say?” 

     She rolled her eyes, smiling, “I just asked what you thought of the Professor but I think I have my answer.”

     You blushed despite yourself, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “Nothing,” she said cryptically. 

     You wanted to press her further but plenty of other students had started to filter in and take their seats and Professor Lupin now stood in front of the class, waiting.

     “Good morning everyone,” he said, “as most of you know, I am going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.”

     He started pacing and continued. “I hope all of you will take this class as an opportunity to not only learn how to defend yourselves but to grow as witches and wizards. I want you to look inside yourselves. Most of all, I hope you come out of this class today with more questions than answers. I can see the potential in all of you as I look around this class and ask that you always apply yourselves to your full potential so you can become the best versions of yourselves.” He looked at the class with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. 

     You listened aptly and could have almost sworn he was looking right at you as he finished his speech, his eyes burning holes into your forehead. You looked down quickly, smiling to yourself. 

     “Now if there are no questions, I invite all of you to turn your books to page 10 and let us begin.

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     “I’m telling you, you like him,” Penelope said as she fought to walk faster to keep up with your pace as you tried to get to your next class and away from this conversation.

     “Penny, he’s a professor and you’re delusional.”

      She pulled at the strap of her bag as you guys walked. “I see the way you look at him.”

     You stopped abruptly, “Since when did focusing in class because I want to get good marks become fancying the teacher?” Besides, there was something about Professor Lupin that you just liked, even though you were only a few months or so into the school year. And not only because he was, you thought, attractive with his bright smile and kind eyes. He was intelligent and wise but also patient and you could tell he really cared for his students. Not that those students necessarily included you…

    “I see the way he looks at you too,” your friend wiggled her eyebrows. 

     “Ok, that’s it! No more romance novels for you,” you began walking again. You quickly added, “And besides he doesn’t really like me, remember?.”

    “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Penelope matched your pace, “Why wouldn’t he? You make perfect marks and answer all his questions in class.” 

     It was true. You had kind of become known for being a teachers pet in most of your classes—much to the amusement and teasing of your best friend and the appreciation of your professors. Especially Lupin. Until recently, he had beamed every time you answered one of his questions or volunteered to demonstrate a spell. However, lately you got the feeling he didn’t like you all that much. Or at least was indifferent to you. You weren’t sure why, and couldn’t be certain, but you thought you didn’t imagine that he avoided looking in your direction. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t bother you, but it did. You cared about his approval, wether you wanted to admit it or not. 

     “Drop it, Penny, ok?” She didn’t look like she would drop it anytime soon. 

     “‘Oh, Professor Lupin, what spell would you recommend using here? What is the counter-curse to this charm? Why don’t you love me? Why haven’t you asked me to marry you yet?” She mocked, giggling.

     “I heard that,” you snapped, not looking back. 

     You walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts together and found all of the desks pushed to the side and a group of students crowded in the center of the room with Professor Lupin standing next to a large wardrobe at the front. Turns out your pause in the hallway has made you a bit late, so you and Penelope snuck in right as class was starting. 

     “Alright students: Boggarts,” Professor Lupin said, not noticing as you two entered the classroom late, “who can tell me what they are?” 

     “They’re shapeshifting creatures, known for turning into the worst fear of whoever comes upon them,” you answered instinctually.

     “Show off,” Penelope mumbled, teasing you. You elbowed her in the rib. 

     “Very good, excellent!” Lupin beamed, looking around the grouping of students trying to find where the voice came from. Upon seeing who had answered him, he looked down and cleared his throat, continuing. You bit your cheek and looked at Penelope, as if to say: See? She furrowed her brow. 

     “Boggarts can only take the shape of a fear. They have no form of their own and therefore cannot hurt you. Now, I’m going to open this cabinet and I want a volunteer to step forward—don’t worry, you’ll all get a chance to participate—and at my command use the spell ‘Riddikulus’. Are you ready?”

     The first student, a nervous-looking boy with red hair, stepped forward. 

     Lupin took a few steps backwards, hand ready to open the cabinet. “Now, relax, hold your wand like so…and remember, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.”

     He pulled it open with a flourish and within seconds a large scorpion took form. The boy let out a yell and jumped backwards but Lupin stayed calm, telling him what to do. Eventually, he was able to gain control of himself and the scorpion briefly donned a cowboy-hat before it was gone. The class applauded and the boy held his chin a little higher than he had before.

     In turn, all of your classmates had a go with the Boggart, which turned into a variety of fears from snakes to clowns to a stalk of celery, and when it finally came time for you to step forwards you weren’t feeling particularly terrified. 

     “Ready?” Lupin asked. When you nodded, he let the cabinet open and you almost stopped breathing entirely.

     There, in front of you, was who could only have been He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, grinning wickedly. You felt your legs turn to lead and watched as he reached out a bony finger towards you. You, of course, had never actually seen him, but you had no doubt that’s who stood in front of you. Rooted in place you felt like the world was spinning. You heard the other students’ distorted screams, as if they were coming from very far way and the last thing you remembered was Professor Lupin’s concerned face as he rushed towards you before everything went dark… 

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     Light. The first thing you saw was a bright light as you squinted your eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. You shut your eyes again. The last thing you remembered was being in class, the screaming of your classmates, and Vol—

     You shot up, your memory returning. You looked around you. You were sitting on a couch and appeared to be in a small sitting area decorated in browns and greens. Your head pounded but you felt wide awake. Suddenly, a voice startled you from behind. 

     “Miss (Y/l/n), good you’re awake.” You looked around you and saw Professor Lupin standing in the doorway behind you holding a steaming cup of tea. 

     Embarrassment flooded through you. You attempted a smile. Lupin walked over to you, handing you the cup of tea and offering you a piece of chocolate. 

     “Take this,” he said gently, “It’ll help.”

     You took them gratefully. Lupin sat down next to you. 

     “How are you feeling?” He asked, “Does anything hurt?”

     “Just my pride,” you smiled ruefully. Professor Lupin smiled back at you, the first time he’d really smiled at you in months. You wondered what had brought on the change but figured it was probably just because you’d passed out in his class and he felt bad for you. 

     “There’s no shame in being afraid, (Y/n),” he assured you. “If I’d known your Boggart would take the form of Vol—You-Know-Who, I promise I wouldn’t have made you face it.” 

     You appreciated his attempts to make you feel better, but you doubted anyone had ever fainted in his class before. You didn’t even know why, really. You-Know-Who was gone, or at least that’s what everyone was saying. There were…rumors though. But still. 

     “How long was I…out for?” You asked.

     “Not long,” he answered, “I know your friends will be glad to see you awake, though.” He made to get up.

     “Wait,” you stopped him, “where am I exactly?”

     He sat back down. “Oh, right, I—I brought you to my chambers. It was the first place I could think for you to lie down.”

     “Well, you have lovely taste,” you gestured around the apartment, admiring the decor. Professor Lupin laughed. “I’d say it’s nice in here if I wasn’t here on the grounds that I fainted in front of the whole class like a total loser.” 

     Lupin smiled, “Like I said, there is no shame in fear. And you’re not a loser. You’re one of the brightest students of your year and any Professor would be lucky to have the honor to teach you.”

     You were touched. You weren’t sure that  Lupin had uttered this many words to you in a month, much less so complimentary. 

     “Thank you,” you told him. 

     He looked at you warmly, and then as if suddenly catching himself, he looked at the clock on the far wall and said curtly, “Well, I really should be getting back to class and you need rest, stay as long as you like.”

     You didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in the professor’s mood but it frustrated you. You were grateful to him for helping you but suddenly just as you felt like he saw you as a person again, he dismissed you. Maybe on any other day you would have just let him leave, but now, lying on Remus Lupin’s couch and having already made a fool of yourself, you surprised yourself by saying, “Why do you hate me?”

     Lupin stopped in his tracks, turning around, “(Y/n), what?”

     Now that you had said it, you couldn’t stop saying things. “It’s just, I’m a good student. And I always participate in class and you can’t even look at me! And then you’re kind to me one second and the next you just act like I don’t exist. I just—what did I do to you?” You realized your head was hurting again and you leaned back on the couch cousin. 

     Lupin looked like he was fighting with himself and then he ran a hand through his hair and sat down beside you. “Miss (Y/l/n), i don’t hate you I can promise you that.” 

     When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I think your a phenomenal student—person. Your bright and kind and wise beyond your years—” he breaks off, “and it isn’t that I don’t like you. I—the problem is, I like you too much.”

     What? You didn’t understand him. He sensed your confusion and tried again.

     “I never in my wildest dreams imagined saying this to you,” he looks down, “but here we are. You deserve the truth. I like you, Miss (Y/l/n). A lot. And the reason I find it hard to look at you is because I cannot deny my attraction to you and I know how wrong it is but I can’t—gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t resist you and it’s painful to look at you when I know I can never do anything about it.” 

     You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Of all the things you’d expected him to say…. You found yourself blushing. You tried to form words but couldn’t, your head still spinning. Lupin stood up.

     “Now I think it’s best if I leave,” he moved towards the door. 

     “Wait,” you found yourself saying. You walked closer to him, close enough so you could see the faint scars on his face and smell his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. You looked into his eyes and saw the struggle there. You didn’t know if it was the lighting or adrenaline or maybe it was still the effects of what had happened this afternoon but you leaned in and suddenly you were kissing him. 

     He pulled away, “(Y/n), we can’t—” but you pulled him in again. This time he didn’t fight it, kissing you back softly at first, hesitant, but then more passionately and you could feel the months he’d spent  waiting to do this but telling himself it would never happen. He moved a hand to your hair, the other on the small of your back. 

     He pulled away again. “(Y/n), we don’t have to do this. There are plenty of guys your age who’d be lucky to have you and I don’t want to tie you down with a—” 

     “I want you,” you interrupted, kissing him again. 

     Neither of you heard as the door opened and—

     “(Y/n),” a voice said, “someone said you were in here and—” the voice stopped abruptly. 

     You and Lupin pulled apart, gasping as you turned around and stared at Penelope. Her mouth was open and she was looking between the two of you in utter disbelief.

     “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were ok but it seems you are,” she mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips. 

     “Miss Clearwater,” Professor Lupin started but you interrupted him. 

     “It was my fault Penny, I kissed him.”

     “Now, Miss (Y/l/n),” Lupin began but this time 

     Penelope interrupted both of you, now smiling big, “I don’t care who’s fault it is, I’m just glad it finally happened.” You stared at her, amused.

     “Hey, I’m the one who said you were in love with him after months of you obsessing over him and—”

     “That’s a gross exaggeration.” Your cheeks flamed and Lupin smiled down at you. “And Penny—”

     “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!” She beamed, putting a finger to her lips. “I’ll be outside.” She walked towards the door, looking at you wickedly. 

      “I’ll be out in a minute,” you called to her. And then you and Professor Lupin were alone again. 

     “Sorry about…that,” you said.

     “Don’t be,” he put his hands in his cloak pockets, “I didn’t know you were obsessed with me.”

     “Ok, I’m going to kill her!” You stomped your foot but you were smiling. 

     Lupin looked at you seriously now, and lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, “Still think I hate you?”

     “Maybe a little less,” you teased. You clasped his hand and he interlocked his fingers with yours. 

     “You’re beautiful, (Y/n). You know that? You’re one of the most special people I  know.”

     You leaned up and kissed him gently. “I’m so glad this happened,” you whispered. 

     “Me too,” he said.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you @merthosus for the request, i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoyed this!! i love writing for lupin so much also this whole thing was written while listening to taylor swift so do with that what you will 🎀have a lovely day/night <3

[dreaming-marchling]

2024 Fic Round Up

Tagged by @princessfbi (thank you! so thrilled to have discovered your work this year!)

2024 Word Count: 661,417

JANUARY

FEBRUARY

Safe In Certainty Started in 2023, Completed in Feb 2024 | Fast & Furious | Marked in Trust Series | 223,657k

Part four finished! Still stunned to be here story after story with the most amazing commenters I could have ever asked for. Not bad for a story I had never intended to share!

MARCH

Marked in Faith 10 chapters posted in 2024 | Fast & Furious | Marked in Trust Series | Roughly 60k posted in 2024

I'm putting this in for March because this is the month I began posting one story a month until Reckless in Devotion started. Some of those babies are longer than my oneshots, lol. Forever love exploring other POVs in the Marked in Trust world!

APRIL

MAY

The Ex 911 | Bucktommy | 17.5k

My first 911 story! My first Bucktommy story! Buck as a character totally captured me this year. I haven't been taken by a new fandom in so long so this was so exciting! Of course I beat the crap out of Buck right in my first fic for him :)

JUNE

Eyes On Me 911 | Bucktommy | 18k

Post lightning strike cataracts, I had so much fun with this one. I constantly think about extending it or maybe doing a Buddie version of it, I just loved the storyline so much and other scenes popped into my head after I posted

Doctor/Warlock Confidentiality Shadowhunters | Magnus-Centric | 17k

My first Shadowhunters of the year! Magnus Bane gets therapy against his wishes. I felt very clever for the title, lol

Heart & Universe 911 | Buddie | 6.8k

My first Buddie story! Why be stuck in a ship war when you can have BOTH?? I love writing them realizing they're in love :)

JULY

The King of the Dark Storm Shadowhunters | Malec & Chairman Meow | 5.8k

I've had this stray headcanon about Chairman being an old god trapped as a cat floating around in my head for fun for so long and finally I wrote it!

Not Sexy 911 | Bucktommy | 7k

Listen, I need more fics about Buck using sex in unhealthy ways. It's catnip for me. Tommy got a glimpse behind that particularly miserable door in this one

Invasion 911 | Buddie | 10k

Nakedperil!Buck and protective!Eddie - a match made in heaven, in my opinion

AUGUST

SEPTEMBER

Over the Cliff 911 | Gen 118 Fam | 6k

This was originally supposed to be how Buck got injured in Not Sexy but I was having way too much fun with the cliff rescue which wasn't even the point of Not Sexy so I chopped them in half to make a gen 118 family/Buck whump story and gave a much more to the point explanation for Buck's injuries in Not Sexy

Away From Us 911 | Buddie | 76k

My first 911 multichapter story! A presumed dead lawsuit era story full of angst. I fully anticipate more lawsuit era angst in my future, lol

OCTOBER

Art Class and Earthquakes 911 | HenRen/Gen Buck & Karen | 5.5k

Karen Wilson is awesome and needs more stories

NOVEMBER

DECEMBER

Reckless in Devotion Fast & Furious | Brian/Dom | 33k posted in 2024

The 5th installment in Marked in Trust series!! This took me so much longer than I thought it would but it's finally up and running and I am so excited for everyone to see what's to come :)

To Be Bonded Shadowhunters | Malec & Parabatai | 30k posted in 2024

I still literally cannot believe that this is finally being shared. I started this story in 2019 - I know I keep saying that but like this thing took me 5 years. It is my nemesis, finally vanquished. And people are enjoying it??? What? I've been cursing its name and people are now enjoying it. Wild. Wonderful

2024 has been kind of a crappy year for me irl but in fic it as been wonderful. A new fandom, so many words shared and, best of all, such amazing support and kindness from readers. You're all so wonderful and you have truly been one of the brightest pieces of my year. I cannot thank you all enough.

Tagging: You know the drill, if you saw this and thought "I wanna do that" then you're tagged. Literally @ me so I can read yours, that's how tagged you are.

[bestanimal]

And that is the last of the phyla! Excuse me while I collapse on a fainting couch like a Victorian woman who longs for the sea.

I will continue to reblog with #poll results as polls are completed. Be sure to check that there’s not any you missed by using the #Round 1 tag, and reblog polls that are still underway if you want them to win! The last poll (Chordata) will conclude on September 23rd at 8pm EST (in the US). Some time afterward I will post a final stats post and discuss which phyla will be moving on to Round 2!

For now, I know that I want at least the top 3 phyla to move on. I might include a 4th or even a 5th if the ranking is close. Heck, I might just include all phyla that scored above 1,000 but, uh, don’t bank on that. I am playing this by ear based on how much work it will make for me, how much time it will take, and also how much I want to talk about the different classes lol.

Speaking of classes, while I have been mentioning it in asks, I probably won’t be following the traditional linnaean classes, and instead substituting clades that make more sense here and there. I know classifications can be contentious, especially at this level, but I beg of y’all to be patient with me. I don’t know everything. My main interests are in archosaurs, small mammals, hymenopterans, and arachnids, and I don’t know all the lumping and splitting that goes on elsewhere. I will use groupings that seem to make the most sense from what I can see, and it should probably be obvious if you have a fav in that group.

Once I have the winning phyla chosen for Round 2, it will probably take me a couple weeks to get the first batch of polls queued up, after which I will announce a starting date. I hope y’all will stick around for Round 2!

In the meantime, we have merch???

I have added these “I voted” stickers/magnets/pins to my Redbubble, which you can find here. (There’s also a bunch of prehistoric animal stickers and other designs on there if that’s something you’re interested in)

Let people know you did your civic duty. 👍

I plan to make stickers for winning species in the future as well!

[theoutcastrogue]

Bounded Accuracy, why it was necessary, and why it doesn't have to apply to skills

"Why Bounded Accuracy?", by Justin Alexander

"Let’s start by talking about bounded accuracy. Endless ink has been spilt on this topic, but I think one of the clearest way to understand bounded accuracy — what it is, why it works the way it does, how it’s supposed to be used — is to look at the design lineage which created it.

To do that, we need to go back about twenty years to the development of the Epic Level Handbook for 3rd Edition. The concept was to extend play past 20th level, allowing players to continue leveling up their characters forever.

The big problem the designers faced was that different classes gained bonuses to core abilities — attacks, saving throws, etc. — at different rates, which meant that their values diverged over time. By 20th level, the highest and lowest bonuses had already diverged so much that the difference exceeded the range of the d20 roll. This meant that any AC or DC you set would either be an automatic success for some PCs or impossible for others.

The designers of the Epic Level Handbook tried jumping through a whole bunch of hoops to solve or ameliorate this problem, but largely failed. As a result, the Epic Level Handbook was a pretty flawed experience at a fundamental level (and its failure may have actually played a major role in Wizards of the Coast abandoning the OGL and the doom of 4th Edition, but that’s a tale for another time)."

[The Rogue notes: I think the big problem with 3.5 was that the breaking of the d20 roll (where the AC or DC you set could be auto-fail for some and auto-success for others) happened LONG before epic levels, if players made characters with different levels of optimisation. Which was sometimes a result of, well, studying, pouring through splatbooks and looking up combos on the internet, but other times it just happened, without any effort. Some classes had to jump through hoops to keep up with the rest, and that was bad.]

"On that note, fast forward to 4th Edition: The designers knew this was a problem. (Several of the designers had actually worked on the Epic Level Handbook.) They wanted to avoid this problem with the new edition.

Their solution was to level up everyone’s bonuses across the board: Classes would be strong at some things and weak at others, but the values wouldn’t diverge. This methodology was, furthermore, wedded to 4th Edition’s design ethos of “level up the whole world with the PCs” and more or less fundamental to its My Precious Encounter school of encounter design.

Fast forward again, this time to 5th Edition: The 4th Edition of the game had burned down, fell over, and then sank into the swamp, and 5th Edition’s mission was to win back the D&D players they had lost. The whole “level up the world” ethos was widely identified as one of the things people who hated 4th Edition hated about 4th Edition, so it had go.

Bounded accuracy was the solution. Importantly, bounded accuracy was about two things:

Controlling AC & DC so that the target numbers never become impossible for some of the PCs.

Controlling bonuses so that the results don’t become automatic successes for some of the PCs.

In other words, all of the results exist within that boundary. Hence, “bounded accuracy.”

If you go back to the original problem experienced in 3rd Edition (and which metastasized in the Epic Level Handbook), you can see how this solves the problem. It also avoids the 4th Edition problem where your numbers get bigger, but your results never actually improve because the numbers increase in lockstep: As long as the DCs remain consistently in bounds, the moderate increases to the PCs’ bonuses will see them succeed more often as they increase in level, resulting in high-level characters who feel (and are!) more effective than 1st level characters."

– Justin Alexander | The Alexandrian, September 2022

Commentary: Bounded Accuracy and Skills

This very well-written summary was part of an article roasting the 5e skill system, and specifically arguing that Expertise is bad because it breaks Bounded Accuracy, and Reliable Talent makes it worse. And with this, I disagree.

I think that Bounded Accuracy is excellent for combat's standard rolls: attack vs AC, and saving throw vs DC. That's when you need numbers that challenge the whole party: some characters may have a better chance than others, sure, but the d20 roll doesn't become irrelevant because this one is guaranteed to succeed and that one is doomed to fail.

But for otherwise interacting with the world, I actually don't think the numbers need to challenge the whole party. I think immersion and simulation (I like these!) are better served by making such challenges tricky. Occasionally they will be too easy for some, and/or too hard for others, depending on where the characters focused their training. And when that happens, it's up to the party to figure out ways to make up for it, to look for other, creative solutions rather than get stuck on a skill check that one or more of them are doomed to fail, and in the end to acknowledge that some tasks are suited for only some of them.

So maybe half the party auto-failing to scale that wall means they need to find another way in, or use their spells, or have the athletic ones climb up and throw down a knotted rope. That's good! It's a complication that requires a solution other than rolling a single check! Maybe only the Wizard (with 2024 rules) has a chance of making that extreme Arcana check about a long lost artifact. That's great! It makes sense and it's immersive, they should be the only one able to make it. And maybe, if your goal is to stealthily scout ahead, don't send forth the clanging armoured warriors, only send the sneaky rogues. That's fantastic! It's basic tactics! What's not to like?

I have BIG beefs with the 5e skill system, on account that it's half-baked (and 5.5 is somehow even less baked), and doesn't give details or DCs even for the most bog-standard skill uses that you expect to come up at every campaign. A generic DC table from very easy to nearly impossible is great as a guideline for niche cases, and crazy things the players came up with. But things like climbing walls and picking pockets should come with instructions and numbers. As is, the DM is either winging it every time and the players are in the dark, or the DM is doing the designers' work for them, and homebrewing DC tables for everything. But bounded accuracy is not the problem here, imo.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

3rd September 2024, Tuesday

sobbing because i've dropped my alarm clock so many times that now it's malfunctioning, unless i tweak it in a certain way it doesn't ring in the morning at all

day 9/50 productivity challenge

🕒 7:00 a.m. - for school

morning skincare

extended duolingo streak

had chemistry lab at school today and we just practiced titration!! my group is always surrounded with laughing gas in these classes istg and it's always so fun. also found out that our chem lab practicals will probably be next week. also found out that my psychology mid term will be the last one, 5th oct maybe (mid terms start on 23rd sep). anyways i got back home at around 1, the usual timings. this week is to catch-up on backlogs for biology, chemistry & psychology so that next week i can deal with my physics backlog and quickly catch up to where they are in school, and go ahead at my own pace ofc.

came back home watched kaun banega crorepati with my mom imagining what it'd be like if we were there in the hot seat

practiced playing keyboard

showered

wasted time on pinterest like the master procrastinator i am

read newspaper

completed chemistry lab practical observation book

did an exercise video

brainstormed for my novel

night skincare

prepared for psychology seminar

🕒 1:00 a.m. - slow, slow, fixing i would've slept earlier but i procrastinated slightly and i'm not willing to shift work from today to another day

🎧 1980s Horror Film II - Wallows (lol that girl in the song is SO me indirectly coming out)

all in all, i was kinda productive and i did in fact follow my timetable mostly so 👍

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Hatchetfield High Headcanons: Birthdays

Starting a new series of just posting all the headcanons I have for the Hatchetfield teens (might move onto the adults after, if people are interested), instead of them just sitting in my drafts collecting dust.

Senior Class of 2021:

Kevin Pierce (Joey’s drama student) - 5th January 2003

Rosary “Rose” Parker - 14th February 2003

Josephine Thatcher (Angela’s drama student) - 18th February 2003

Grace Chasity - 2nd March 2003

Caitlyn O’Connor - 31st March 2003

Maxwell “Max” Jägerman - 15th April 2003

Jason Jepson - 20th May 2003

Richard “Richie” Lipschitz - 8th June 2003

Stacy Phelps - 27th June 2003

Kyle Clauger - 13th July 2003

Brooke Brant - 1st August 2003

Brenda Muir - 7th August 2003

Travis Coulson - 24th August 2003 (RIP - he and his family starved to death)

Sara Zimmerman - 16th September 2003

Patricia “PJ” Johnson - 23rd September 2003

Stephanie “Steph” Lauter - 12th October 2003

Rudolph Ivarsson - 29th October 2003

Reese Murphy - 11th November 2003

Brad Callahan - 13th November 2003

Trevor Wägner - 4th December 2003

Peter “Pete” Spankoffski - 31st December 2003

Ruth Fleming - 30th January 2004*

*Because she has one of the funny cut off birthdays, she had the option to go up a year. As did Kevin, but his parents declined. Ruth’s didn’t.

[yayakoishii]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun - Birthdays

I'm just making this post for myself since I came across the character profiles while reading the manga.

*The ages in the bracket are only what they "appear" to be and are not their actual ages (according to the profile). These profiles were set in the start of their second year (post Heartbreaker).

★ Misfit Class:

Suzuki Iruma - 4th October (15)

Asmodeus Alice - 6th June (16)

Valac Clara - 5th May (15)

Sabnock Sabro - 22nd December (17)

Andro M. Jazz - 8th August (16)

Shax Lied - 13th September (15)

Ix Elizabetta - 3rd March (17)

Crocell Kerori - 4th November (16)

Caim Kamui - 5th July (17)

Agares Picaro - 3rd January (15)

Gaap Goemon - 4th April (17)

Allocer Schneider - 6th February (16)

Purson Soi - 10th Deviler (15)

★ Babyls Students:

Azazel Ameri - 13th March (17)

Amy Kiriwo - 13th Deviler (17)

Ronove Romiere - 1st January (18)

Amphsy Nafra - 3rd September (15)

Eligos Schenell - 2nd April (18)

Orobas Coco - 2nd May (16)

Ichiro - 11th January (17)

Niro - 2nd February (15)

Dosanko - 31st December (18)

Konatsu - 20th July (15)

Azuki - 1st September (16)

Haruno - 10th April (15)

Eiko - 30th November (15)

Ocho - 22nd February (20)

Sabnock Sylvia - 12th December (13)

Crocell Chima - 15th November (9)

★ Babyls Teachers:

Sullivan - 1st April (66)

Naberius Kalego - 14th February (35)

Balam Shichirou - 7th June (34)

Bars Robin - 31st August (22)

Stolas Suzy - 7th August (28)

Morax Momonoki - 21st March (25)

Buer Blushenko - 10th October (38)

Orias Ozwell - 9th May (26)

Raim - 2nd June (26)

Dantalion Dali - 12th July (35)

Murmur Tsumuru - 16th May (26)

Marbas March - 9th March (28)

Furcas - 5th November (68)

Ipos Ichou - 22nd September (27)

Morax - 1st February (70)

Ifrit Djinn Eito - 28th July (25)

★ Masters/Special Instructors:

Barbatos Bachiko - 5th August (??)

Furfur - 4th Deviler (33)

Vepar - 24th May (34)

Mr. Hat - 10th August (70)

★ 13 Crowns:

Asmodeus Amaryllis - 13th June (??)

Azazel Henri - 1st June (42)

Baal - 1st April

★ Others:

Gyari - 30th December (16)

Alikred - 27th April

Opera - ?? (?? - possible range: 32-38)

[angelfacemjj]

I was goin to pull this on an aro or ace culture inbox, but I stopped n said “nam, too intersectional to put in only one space” so I'm typin this all to post here now.

Btw, content warning for romance and sex mentions.

All this patifaria started yesterday, when the school general (cuz I study in a civica-military school, so we got a general) made me n my classmates watch a movie (I think it was “the brightest places”, “the bright places”, smthn like that. I forgot even the portuguese version of that name, for y'all to have an idea) for yellow september/suicide prevention month.

Until the fateful moment I'll talk about later, all right; it was really selling me that it was about awareness for suicide, with all that setting in yellow, and the boy savin the girl from jumpin off the bridge, n tal & tal & tal. Aí, when I think it's a no: unsolicited romance.... *Sigh.*

It was horrible, becuz I didn't want no romance bullshit, and to get it worse these two little pieces of shit were kissin in a french kiss. “But Angelle! How did you know their kiss was more intimate if your coward ass was turning your face around becuz you was cringing so bad?” ......The 5th grader spirit of my class didn't let that shit slide. Nuh-uh, their immature asses would not be seeing a fuckin tongue kiss and be normal about that. If they did that, that would never be a brazilian school. Not even in a thousand years.

And the worst wasn't even that, it was the fact that this movie had a sex scene two millimeters of minutes later.

Now imagine: you. In an auditorium. Full, IMPISTIATED! Of brazilian middle and high schoolers, with the maturity of 5th grade children... And all of the sudden: The general pauses the movie to skip the scene, and the next thing you know is that the female protagonist is making a pleasure face on the fuckin screen...

Only God... Only God and anyone who went through somethin like this knows the embarrassment I felt at this very fuckin second, and I cannot understand how these niggas choose to play a movie like that to a bunch of hormonal teenagers (n not hormonal in the sexual sense, I mean it in the “shrimp head” way!). At least they skipped that scene, WHICH IS THE BARE MINIMUM!

Enfim, resumin the opera, I got no classes for the second half of the day, I got slapped with unwanted allorose shit, and of break, the ending was weak asf, bcs I still don't know if that nigga killed himself of if it was an accident.

I just get leñed, huh, I deserve it.... 🤦🏽‍♀️

[ibrithir-was-here]

I am Insane and I'm sorry for the text dump.

So Quincy in WWI is a very good idea to explore. My ADHD just makes me hyperfocus on this stiff, both good and bad things. I didn't have time to explore Scott Hunter along with Lu and Quincy, from what I gathered, Scott and Quincy would not be in the same Battalion if Scott still lived in Cruden Bay with his parents. I think in this case, either Scott went to move by himself to the Devonshire area or his family did. As well, Devonshire was unique in that it never made any Pals Battalion, though in this case, if Scott and Quincy are the same age range, they wouldn't be in any Pals Battalions since by the Battle of the Somme, the originals Battalions would be wiped out by July.

Before I go an further, I did further research because I realized that there is a 50% chance that Quincy could've meet J.R.R Tolkien before or after September. So, if we go with say...instead of May 3rd, June 3rd as Quincy's birthday, by Mid-September he would've been shipped out and have a been getting ready for action with his Batallion.

The Blue circled area is where Tolkien fought and the Red circled area is where Quincy would've potentially fought, either before as getting ready, I had to look this up because different battalions would switch a lot. So as I studied it, it would go something like this:

-Pvt Quincy , 11th Devonshire Regiment - 1st Batallion, from the 95th Brigade, are in the 5th Division which along with one or two other Divisions, would form the XIV Corps. Another or two Corps would be under Fourth Army Command in 1916.

Which would then go to:

-Cpl. Quincy, the 11th Devonshire Regiment - 1st Batallion, from the 95th Brigade in the 5th Division. This and two other Divisions would make the XI Corps which would be under the 5th Army command in 1918.

Now, lets get to WWI! So it's a good idea to explore because it really has so many themes to explore. For instance, a letter arriving at Quincy's 18th birthday, only to find out it's a conscription, making it the worst birthday present ever. There is also the possibilty of Quincy, due to his parent's wealth, being be an officer. Discussing on the matters of class in the UK is talked about a lot, so a good thing to explore is how his family is connected due to Arthur Holmwood, who would probably be like in his mid-50s in WWI.

For me, I wouldn't subscribe to the idea that Quincy drinking blood, but I could see that he heals more quickly and Olympic level fitness in every area, hell a really depressing story is that Quincy by the end of the war is the only remaining person alive from his orginal company because how he could survive near fatal wounds through drinking blood of dead bodies.

As well, I did some wiki search for the Mystery of the Sea novel, so you can explore Scott Hunter's power more in terms of his fate. Like imagine knowing your going to die, it's fated, so Scott being percieved as an extremely confident person or a dick in the trenches could be that he's either accepted when or how he dies, in somebody's arm, so he tries to distance himself from people, only to meet Quincy and fall in love could be seen a doomed love from the start with choice, fate, and existentialism. Or better yet, he sees "potential futures" and chooses to save Quincy, knowing that he could've not done so but sacrificed his life. And really, there could be no supernatural elements at all besides his visions.

Oh, that could also go along with someone knowing what he is in his company but kept it a secret becoming Quincy's longest wartime friend, who sadly dies just before the armistance. Bonus points for Quincy being the leader of the company just by surviving until the very end.

Or as well, the supernatural! WWI is known to have ended four empires and the starting decline of the British Empire. Really, European Aristocracy was wiped out in the war. Vampires are often an allegory for Aristocracy, so in this case, a Vampire in the story could reflect the death throes of the European Eristocracy. Funnily enough, when I read your idea, my first thought was Quincy facing off against one of the Brides of Dracula, before I found out they died in the novel. womp womp. But as well, because of what I listed earlier, Quincy could've been sent to Italy. Which can also help be in contact with Austria-Hungary for a brief moment, or with Italian folklore.

Though one thing could be written is Werewolf places being absolutely obliterated by Artillery, thus in turn, Quincy having to fight off a werewolf in the trenches that have been killing off men, only it to be just a regular person whose village was destroyed. There's so many folklore to explore with how Quincy interacts with them.

One final ramble. Post-War, Quincy and Lu could absolutly be about politics, specfically early 1920's due to the rise of extremism. Rotha Lintorn-Orman was the woman who founded the first open British Facist movement, so you could tell a story, either with some supernatural elements, of Quincy Harker and Lu vs the fascists of early 1920s.

Anyways, my rambling aside. I have some question that's simple.

What do you headcanon with Quincy on WWI and what does he do or experience? Is he less of a Vampire then in Blood of my Blood or more like a Dhamphir?

Where would Lu be overseas stationed? What where Arthur's, Jack's, Jonathan and Mina doing during the war? Finally, setting aside Soldier and Solicitor, does Quincy keep the Kukri?

Once again just absolutely blown away by this level of detail and research and care!!! Thank you so much! 💛💛💛💛💛 Definitely gonna take all this into consideration if I do a proper Quincey in WW1 book 👍

Per your questions:

1. So yeah Quincey in a canon ending timeline is more dhampir-ish. He’s faster/stronger than most people, can see excellently in the dark and has a sixth sense for the supernatural. He can go into a vampiric rage if pushed far enough (like one would be in WW1) and while he doesn’t subsist on blood, he can heal faster/gain more strength if he drinks it (but it’s something he definitely tries to avoid. He discovers the ability by accident when kissing Scott goodbye as he dies, so there’s a heck ton of trauma related to it…)

2. Lu’s most likely over in France, serving as a VAD. Arthur, pulling from his actions in the BoMB timeline, is likely helping in the Intelligence/Spying of the war, (Lu possibly is involved as well, with her nursing work as a cover). Definitely see the rest of the Crew helping him out with that as well.