#but now I feel like I need to maintain those grades. and I feel this bigger pressure now to keep them up

[krennicswife]

some krennic headcanons during andor ❤︎

i am perfectly aware he has like 2 minutes of screentime during the 1st act but this man has me on a chokehold ever since i was 12 & the lack of his on-screen presence can’t stop me from forming lots & lots of headcanons in my head (also: reader is female and there’s like a huuuge age gap & power imbalance so if u don’t like it, don’t read it !)

you’re an admiral’s daughter; you’re young, spoiled, bratty, quite intelligent too but you prefer to rely on your looks and privilege to get what you want because: that’s just the easy way. from the day you got promoted from the position as an intern to a proper worker in the ISB, you began to have your head poking into things that are none of your business. whether it’s you sneaking into high-level briefings, leaning over the shoulder of officers way above your pay grade, or constantly pestering people for information you absolutely don’t need, you’re always there. this would be the first aspect a certain cape-wearing director would notice about you.

the first time krennic sees you lingering outside a briefing room, pretending to read your datapad but actually listening to classified conversations? he’s fuming; it’s like you’re trying to be part of the grown-up conversation, and it pisses him off. you're unprofessional and immature, trying to maintain your relevance with desperation while he had to work for years trying to get into the position you're in now.

his first instinct is to remove you (how romantic ikr). you’re a distraction, an intrusion, and frankly, the sheer audacity of your presence makes him bristle. he steps into the room, locks eyes with you, and with a sharp tone that matches the icy glint in his eyes, he says, “move, child.”

krennic genuinely considers you a pest at first. like, he uses that word in his head; “she’s like a fly in the mess hall. no purpose, just noise and irritancy.”

at first, he’s convinced you’re just some naive intern trying to climb the ranks by riding on your father’s coattails. but then there’s something about you. you never ask directly; it’s more like a casual, persistent probing. you drop little comments here and there that make him realize you’re not as stupid as you seem. you might be spoiled, bratty, and a bit too eager to impress, but there’s an intelligence there. something sharp, underneath all that arrogance. that’s what gets him in the end, as he doesn’t seem to be like that type that would fall for bimbos.

you catch him staring once. he looks away instantly - you grin for the next three days straight.

he starts seeing you in a different light when you actually speak up. not in a bratty way, but in a sharp, calculated way that surprises him. your questions aren’t just curious; they’re insightful. you start pulling pieces of information together, drawing conclusions from small details that most people in the room completely miss. he takes his initial impression of you as a miscalculation in his brain and wants to be more annoyed of you, but surprise surprise, the absolute opposite occurs.

at the ISB, you’re nothing special, but you’re ambitious and persistent, and that truly sticks with him. of course, you’re also gorgeous as hell, always wearing those polished uniforms and, at special occasions, the most expensive luxury gowns gifted by your father. but that is secondary (at least that’s what he tells himself).

at some point, whenever you're missing, krennic finds himself wondering where you are. he shouldn’t care, but after seeing you around a few too many times, he starts feeling the need to know where you are at all times. he’s not watching you. he’s just keeping track of your whereabouts.

one time, during a tense ISB debrief, you dare to casually ask a question that no one else even thought to raise. it’s phrased innocently - but it exposes a flaw in the current operation, something small but critical. there’s a long pause in the room. krennic hates how impressed he is. he hates that it turns him on a little.

from that moment on, he actually starts using a slightly softer tone with you, but only when you're alone. in public, he’s still giving “disdainful professional disappointment” energy.

after that, a shift happens, and the more serious it gets, the more you start to change. you’re no longer the confident, teasing intern who used to saunter around with a grin on her face, throwing questions and remarks at anyone who crossed your path. you’ve become quieter, more calculated. your peers are even starting to tease you; “you’ve spent too much time with the director. you’re practically turning into him!” “now i’m just waiting for you to grow a white cape on your own”

to him, the change in you isn’t just external. it’s subtle, but noticeable: your posture is straighter. you speak less, but when you do, your words are measured, chosen with purpose. you seem sharper in a way that makes krennic realize just how much you’ve grown since the first time he met you.

as your supervisors and parents got more strict with you, you’ve learned when to speak and when to stay silent. you’ve also learned to anticipate krennic’s expectations. you’ve become more attuned to his preferences, responding with quiet obedience and even anticipating what he wants before he says it. your submission is subtle, but it’s noticeable, and it makes him feel a strange sense of satisfaction. we all know how much the director likes to be the one in control, don’t we?

and from that moment on, you’re bound to stay by his side.

-end of part 1-

[self-made-purgatories]

Feeling trapped, crisis of the self, and the hidden meaning of Spock's two steepled fingers: Thinking once again about this particular hand posture of Spock's and what it means in the kolinahr scene specifically (Part 3 of my thoughts about TMP, this time connected to themes in Plato's Stepchildren).

The first time I noticed Spock using this hand posture was in Plato's Stepchildren, and I wrote previously about how this seemed to me like a very specific self-soothing gesture for Autistic!Spock.

In this instance in Plato's Stepchildren, he is in deep distress over the events of the previous scene, and while, as always, he is doing a fairly good job of maintaining his outward composure, he is completely spiraling internally here, as evidence by the way his very next action is to stand up and crush a cup in his bare hand out of rage and overwhelm.

The way he is holding his hands, each with two fingers extended, reminds me so much of the way his parents hold hands with two fingers extended, and to me it looks like a form of comfort stimming that probably feels very soothing to him, like holding his own hand.

Now, fast forward to TMP, and this is the first glance we have of Spock as he is about to undertake kolinahr and completely purge himself of any remaining emotion or connection. Notice that the hand posture is the same.

My theory is this: in this key moment, just as in Plato's Stepchildren, Spock is distressed. He is overwhelmed. He is spiraling internally. He feels he has something to prove and he is desperately trying to want this, to need this. He is trying so hard to get "a good grade in Vulcan-ness, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve!" But it's not actually what he needs or wants. It's not actually where he belongs. And, deep down, he knows it. So he holds his own hand for comfort through those feelings.

Let's contrast that hand posture with something similar that we see later in the same movie, after Spock has returned to the Enterprise, but is still acting very cold and distant.

This is a tense moment, in which the ship (and the crew) have purposely breached the cloud surrounding V'ger. One of their crew has just been forcefully abducted by V'ger, from the bridge, mere feet away, and the ship is now being pulled in further, against their will, by V'ger's tractor beam. Decker suggests they attempt to break free, and Spock responds: "Break free to where, Commander? (folds his hands) Any show of resistance would be futile, Captain."

In this case, when he folds his hands together, he only extends one finger of each hand, steepling his forefingers. His other fingers twitch nervously for several seconds, but he never steeples his middle fingers too.

In comparing and contrasting these three hand posture moments, there is a key similarity and a key difference that we should notice.

First, to compare. In all three of these moments, Spock feels trapped. The first and last are obvious: in the first, he is literally trapped by the telekinetics in Plato's Stepchildren, unable to leave, recovering from being forced to act in an embarrassing and potentially violent way in the prior scene, and facing the fear of being forced into that situation again. In the third, he is trapped with the crew by V'ger and suddenly realizing that there is no means of escape.

But, in the second one, the kolinahr one, it's not so obvious. My theory is that Spock feels equally trapped in this situation. Trapped by the unattainable expectations of his culture as a mixed-race person attempting to assimilate. Trapped by his own decision to run away from his love for Kirk, to reject the love of his friends, and to abandon not just his life in Starfleet, but his life as an individual capable of love and connection. Now he is moments away from achieving kolinahr and instead of feeling relieved or accomplished or inspired, he is feeling trapped. So he holds his own hand to comfort himself.

But what about the differences? What is common between the first two that is not in the third? What earns that second finger? Spock's crisis of the self.

In Plato's Stepchildren, Spock is grappling with seeing himself as violent for the first time. He has spent his whole life attempting to purge emotion from himself, specifically in the name of purging the violence of his ancestors, but the telekinetic Platonians came very close to forcing him to hurt Kirk, the man he loves. He is now feeling rage and hatred towards them for making him act that way, and this uncharacteristic rage is not just contributing to that trapped feeling, it is also giving him a further crisis of the self.

Someone (@mama-mia-its-mia) brought up Plato's Stepchildren in the notes on one of my previous posts on the Spirk breakup arc, which got me thinking more about that episode and what it means for Spirk's fight and Spock's internal crisis in the later episodes of Season 3. I do think that the most irreversible damage to Spirk's relationship happens in Requiem for Methuselah. But he faces a related crisis of the self in Plato's Stepchildren, a few episodes prior. Could this crisis ("My love for Kirk has awakened violent feelings in me") be the first crack in the glass for Spock? Is that crisis the very first stumble on the slippery slope into later trying to force himself into kolinahr? And could those feelings somehow be related to the song he sings later in that episode about how dangerous it is to love a man? (A song which he sings while staring at Kirk the whole time, mind you.)

He sings to the women of how the man you love "leaves with your treasure." At first blush, it's a sexual reference. But what if Spock's treasure is his composure, his nonviolence, but he is realizing that his love for Kirk is upsetting that fragile balance within himself?

The third instance, however, with only one pair of steepled fingers, is not a crisis of the self. It is merely that trapped feeling. Distress, yes. But not a crisis of identity. So the middle fingers stay down.

Which brings us back to the second time, moments before kolinahr. Spock is not only feeling trapped, he is again asking the question he once asked when forced to face a rising feeling of violence and hatred in himself: Is this really what I am?

That will still be the same question he is asking later, when he extends his mind to meet V'ger's and finally learns the answer he has been looking for his whole life.

[poppadom0912]

Excuses

Warnings: Mentions of fainting, diabetes, canon-typical injuries

Summary: You suffer the consequences just because your teacher thought you were making excuses.

A/N: First fic of 2024!!! I had plans that I was going to post weekly in the new year just like last year but things went downhill. This january and february has had its very good but also really bad moments and even writing this was a struggle. I've found myself in a weird place of wanting to write but struggling and all of a sudden not being able to balance my schoolwork and writing. So I took a lil step back to solely focus on my work but looking at everything now, my fic updates will be much less frequent but hopefully just as or if not, more fun to read.

I feel bad for not saying or posting anything since the new year but I'm here now and hopefully will be more alive. I've got lots planned for you beautiful people, several series and way too many fics in my drafts that I cannot wait for you all to read. This wasn't as long or as juicy as I intended but my brain completely failed me so I hope this is good enough. I initially wanted to post this at the beginning of March but I finished the final editing today so here you go!!

Final note before we start, I have general knowledge about diabetes but that's all from my grandma. I have no idea if it's the same for teenagers so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Happy reading!!

Your biology teacher had been on maternity for three weeks now and you were seriously contemplating life.

Because of the crappy rules surrounding maternity leave, when your teacher refused to return before her three months ended, your school had a supply teacher fill in for her till she came back.

Since day one, you knew you hated her.

It was mid lesson and you knew as soon as you started feeling sluggish that your sugar levels were dropping. Your thoughts were only confirmed when your Dexcom receiver let you know of your decreasing glucose.

This wasn't a usual occurrence. Will and Jay always made sure you had eaten enough and you had the means to maintain the needed glucose levels so that nothing happened.

Alas, you were up late revising and you were stressing about keeping up your good grades. Jay was rushing you out the door because he needed to go to a scene he'd just been called to and Will was out walking Kol and hadn't seen you leave.

In conclusion, it'd been a hot minute since you last ate something.

The school were well aware of your diabetes. It was one of the very important things your brothers stressed them about when you first started.

Most students knew about it actually, having seen your Dexcom and not understanding since a diabetic child apparently wasn't common according to them.

So, when you randomly pulled out a snack from your bag mid class, no one questioned it and instead would make sure you were okay. There'd never been a problem before in school and everyone wanted it to stay that way.

However, this new teacher, Mrs Byrne was apparently completely unaware of your medical condition.

"Y/N. You know the rules about eating in class." She said strictly, pulling away all the attention from the board onto you.

She stopped you in the middle of opening the packet of fruit gummies. You frowned, looking at her confused along with your classmates.

"I have diabetes." You said bluntly, continuing to open the packet. "I don't eat this and I'll pass out."

Mrs Byrne only rolled her eyes, smiling at you condescendingly. "I've heard that excuse hundreds of times, give those to me."

You scoffed at the audacity, refusing to hand over what was yours.

It was when she started walking towards your desk with a pep in her step that the entire class got involved. Their raised voices overlapped, some angrier than others over what was happening.

However, you too were Stubborn alike to your brothers so you kept as firm of a grip of the packet. You turned a blind eye to the anger fuelled cover teacher. You continued to smile as she spewed threats of all sorts.

Due to your frustration and annoyance over the teacher who wanted to take your gummies away, you didn't notice how everything started change; how hard it was to move your eyes and lips, your limbs getting heavier and you thoughts slowly getting muddled up.

Lost in a daze, you were no longer able to fight back when she pulled harder, successfully snatching the small packet out of your hands. It was now that the class got furious, your friends were already up and at your side but now they were verbally attacking the teacher.

Fed up with her petty behaviour, you were going to get up and go to the nurses office who would take care of you but getting out your seat was harder said than done.

With one of your friends help, you weren't too sure who was helping you from your hazy sight that cleared when you blinked too many times.

You were wobbly on your feet, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the front of the classroom but before you could leave, you felt your legs give out and everything went black.

*****

It turned out that supposed crime scene that he was imminently needed at was nothing but a prank by a bunch of college boys resulting in a grumpy Hank putting them in cuffs and having them fined for a very reasonable reason.

That's how the rest of the unit found themselves finishing up paperwork, catching up about life in general as they debated what they were getting for lunch.

Jay was smugly sitting back, eyes flickering between Kevin and Adam who were bickering over something trivial when his phone rung, catching everyone's attention.

They were all so bored and normally when one of their phones went off during work hours, it meant something came up and they were needed.

In interest, everyone turned their heads towards Jay and waited for him to tell them they got a crime scene.

Picking up his phone, Jay's brows furrowed at the number, confused as to why your school was calling him in the middle of the day. They'd only call him if two things happened: You'd gotten in trouble or you got hurt.

"Hello. Is this Y/N Halsteads brother Jay?" A voice he couldn't recognised asked, most likely some lady from the main office.

"Yeah, that's me." Jay confirmed, sitting up in preparation for whatever he was going to be told.

"So sorry to interrupt you sir but Y/N collapsed in class." The lady said with guilt laced in her words. "Your other brother didn't pick up the phone. We called to let you know we had to call the paramedics and they've taken her to Chicago Med."

"Uh yeah." Jay said, collecting his jacket and keys. "Yes, thank you."

Not waiting for a reply, Jay hung up and quickly knocked on Hank's office door frame.

"Sarge, I gotta get Y/N-"

"Go get her. We're done here."

*****

Wanting to pull his hair out, Will rubbed his eyes in frustration, glaring at his patients scans that only confused him further. He was tired and was coming to half way through his twenty four hour shift.

"Dr Halstead- Uh, Dr Rhodes in T4." Maggie stumbled, looking down at her brick and making sure she read it correctly.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, confused as to why Maggie changed her mind which she usually never did.

"It's Y/N."

Now fully awake, Will followed Connor towards the ambulance bay where you were being rolled in. You were groggily sitting up on the stretcher, you hair a mess and a few scratches around your face and hands from when you fell.

"Sylvie, what happened?" Will asked the blonde paramedic while looking you over. He desperately wanted to check you over himself but let Connor do his thing. He really did not need Ms Goodwin on his case today.

"Teachers didn't tell us much but her classmates said she collapsed after not being able to eat." Sylvie relayed the minimal information she knew, shrugging her shoulders when the two doctors looked at her weirdly. "No one would tell us anything more."

"Y/N, it's Connor. Can you hear me kid?" Connor said while pulling out his penlight. He was like another brother to you, his concern just as high. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You groaned, mumbling nonsense with your eyes screwed closed. Your words were mostly unintelligible but Will understood them mere seconds later.

Fixing the problem you complained about, Will turned down the lights and let Connor continue fussing over you.

It didn't take long to find out the cause of your collapse, Will sighing at the news when he read the numbers from your tests.

"I thought she was always on top of her sugar levels." Connor said, closing the room door so you could sleep in peace.

And what he said was completely true but they weren't aware of why you couldn't today specifically of all days.

"She is." Will said, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. "Maybe her dexcom malfunctioned or something."

Connor hummed, agreeing with his friend.

"Hmm, maybe."

*****

Arriving at Med, Will gave Jay a detailed rundown of everything he new about your medical state but also the events pre your hospital arrival.

Getting a good look at you, holding your hand in his and kissing you on your forehead, Jay was more than happy to leave you in your oldest brothers safe hands while he got to the bottom of this entire ordeal.

He noticed Sylvie was still at Med, Foster mentioning they were running low on a few supplies so they needed some stocking up. Jay took this opportunity to interview the two paramedics and try to get further understanding on this situation that wasn't making much sense to him.

Arriving at your school, Jay had some thoughts in mind but they weren't very concrete and his confidence wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be.

Walking into the school, Jay immediately noticed an entire class sitting and standing around in the corridor waiting in front of the principals office.

One of the girls who had been sitting in a chair had caught sight of Jay, her eyes widening before she smiled, gently nudging the girl next to her and pointing in his direction. The girls reaction was the exact same.

This created a sort of domino effect as the boy next to her noticed Jay and everyone was telling the other of his sudden arrival. The once silent corridor was now beginning to fill with murmurs and whispers, all their eyes glued onto his figure that moved down the corridor, their shocked faces quickly changing into smiles and smirks.

It seems that Jay had a reputation of sorts.

"Why are you making so much noise? What did I just say about talking-"

The principal cut himself off from his scolding when he suddenly noticed Jay's presence, his face blanching as all the pieces clicked into place.

"Detective Halstead! What a surprise, we weren't expecting to see you so soon-"

This time Jay cut him off, not too bothered about his lack manners. "My brothers with Y/N at the hospital so I thought there was no other perfect time."

The principal remained silent.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why my sister fainted under your watch?"

The students behind Jay couldn't help but snicker knowingly.

[yearofthesnape]

Meta: Is Snape a Good Teacher?

The complicated thing about teaching is that to be good at it, you need to be good at several smaller skills: 1) subject competency, 2) communication of facts, 3) rapport with students, 4) organization, 5) safeguarding students, 6) establishing consistent and fair expectations for classroom conduct, 7) enforcing those expectations on the spot in class, 8) giving learners feedback, 9) having reasonable expectations of students' skills and knowledge. Among other things.

Snape's teaching skills: I think we all agree that Snape is really good at subject competency. HBP establishes that strongly, and so does Umbridge's rare praise that the class seems up to snuff in OotP. Snape's communication of facts seems good as well; Ernie MacMillan praises his lesson in HBP, and Snape's students have a high proportion of passing the classes well. Also, no one needs Remedial Potions; it's unheard-of that Harry is rumored to do so (and, although he hates Potions, he passes the subject with an E). Organization is something Snape takes very seriously; his competency at it is supported by the O.W.L. examiners' independent verification that he has covered what he should have covered in class, and his students are never heard complaining that they don't know what they're supposed to be doing or saying that they never learned about some important potion in class. His expectations for student conduct (as opposed to knowledge/skills) seem to be fairly reasonable to me; students should be on time, not fight with each other physically, not talk out of turn, not insult the teacher... pretty standard stuff.

Snape's teaching weaknesses: Snape's rapport is absolutely abysmal, and he truly does not seem to be trying to improve it. This could be because poor rapport is part of an act to maintain his cover, as a Death Eater who makes all the Muggleborns at school feel good is not a very convincing Death Eater. It's also true that when students like you, they take up more time (see Harry seeking out Lupin to ask him questions), and time is something Snape has in short supply. Additionally, Snape may simply not understand that rapport is a requirement, as no one has ever bothered with establishing rapport with him and he turned out jUsT fInE!

Possible areas of dispute:

I think Snape is great at safeguarding students, given the dangerous discipline he works with. When something goes wrong with a potion, he has the antidote on hand, and he frequently provides emergency care to people like Katie Bell. But I suppose one might argue that students do get sent to the Hospital Wing from his class.

His expectations for student knowledge are admittedly high, but I don't think it's unreasonably so; Harry and Ron aren't the most shining examples of academic work, but they mostly seem to complain there's a lot of Potions work, not that they don't know how to do it. Neville is not good at most subjects, not just Snape's. Snape's only example of unfair questioning is the first class with Harry, and even then, as others have pointed out, he's asking questions it would be possible for a first-year student with only the textbook to answer.

Snape's grading methods are also generally on the strict side, but still fair. I can't find the post right now, but I believe it was @lilithofpenandbook who pointed out that in the British system, getting a zero for a day's exercise is frustrating but has no real effect on your academic career, as grades are meant to direct you to the areas which need work. So Snape's most egregious offence of breaking Harry's potion in OotP is (while unjust) not going to destroy Harry. Harry rather dramatically thinks Snape's going to fail him at various points, but Snape doesn't, which should put that to rest. Others have also observed that the grades seem to have the intended effect of motivating Harry to put Potions work above other things. As for his other feedback, Snape (though harsh) always ensures his students know exactly which step they missed.

I also think Snape punishes reasonably for Hogwarts. The things which spark his punishments are (aside from Harry's tiny deductions the first day) generally reasonable, though to be fair, he ought to give them to Slytherins too. (The fact that the Slytherins still bother to try to hide their misdeeds implies he probably does punish the Slytherins in some way, as has been mentioned. Also, the information that Snape favors Slytherins comes exclusively from Gryffindors; when Ron confidently asserts this is so, he has no source but his Gryffindor brothers from which he could have gotten this information.) The punishments themselves are usually within reason, too; 10 House points is the amount given by other teachers for answering a question correctly, so removing 10 points for being late isn't as bad as it sounds. There are the infamous detentions where Neville disembowels horned toads and Ron pickles rat brains. These are unpleasant, but not life-threatening, and (as an elusive post has pointed out) "horned toads," also called horntoads, are in fact lizards that look nothing like toads, so Neville isn't harming Trevor lookalikes. Ron is harming Scabbers lookalikes, possibly, so I could see faulting Snape more for that, although since Harry has to do it too, it seems more like an unfortunate coincidence. I still think that, in the scope of the other life- and sanity-threatening punishments at Hogwarts (getting sent to the Forest to track a twisted killer because you missed curfew; getting turned into a ferret and bounced because you got into a fight; getting locked out of safety to possibly face a murderer because you wrote down your password...), Snape's aren't too bad. But he could do better on the emotional side.

Concluding estimation

Snape is not a perfect teacher, especially when it comes to providing his students with emotional support, but in terms of more quantifiable outcomes like physical endangerment, student academic success, organization, and maintenance of appropriately high standards, he succeeds. It's interesting to note that in this way, he's almost the exact opposite of Lupin. As to whether this makes him a better teacher — I think that depends. Students need different things from their teachers. Perhaps, in the end, a good teacher is always in the eye of the beholder.

[shaibonbon]

Well tell us about the graduation then

Sure! As the names implies, it's when Bonbon graduates from school, and she gets sad. See how sad she is in the drawing, what's the mystery? :0

Ok jokes aside, big lore dump warning bellow (if you haven't read the previous post, I highly recommend it):

Graduating school (or for Americans I guess it's highschool). It's the end of a chapter of your life and a beginning of a new one. It isn't any different for Bonbon, but considering I already said it's the final piece of how we got nowadays Bonbon...

There are a few things you need to keep in mind to understand Bonbon situation. First, you may recall Bonbon is almost friendless, having just 1 friend, Cinnamon. Bonbon literally maintained friendship with just 1 person all the way up graduation, she is logically heavily depended on that friendship. So much so the moment they got distant for a period, bonbon went into downhill spiral. Graduation means you stop seeing your classmates (by extension friends) daily, slowly and steady you start talking less too. You probably see where I'm going with this. It is a ticking time bomb before the course of life separates them..

The second thing you need to know, is related to how Bonbon graduated. Sure, she finished school and did the final exams, but didn't end up with the best grades, especially on that "easy year", where everyone else managed to get better grades than normal. See, the bomb now explodes. Bonbon ends up to failing to enter any university. Needless to say, this was emotionally devastating for her. And while she had a easier time coping by distracting herself, she was far from okay mentally.

What happens is, Bonbon would spend the next year in a special school to improve some of her grades, so she could try and enter university again. Yes, a new school even further away. The bonus, the classes were at night! Lovely arriving home at 23:30. Who needs a good sleep schedule when you can sleep all morning am right? More time to lazy around. Cinnamon on the other hand entered uni in another city, so far away she had to move there due to atrocious travel times. There was now a curious problem, both were super far apart and on different schedules of free time. Talking with one another suddenly became super hard, and they ended up talking only on weekends. Cinamon adapted the same way as before, by just talking with her other friends. Bonbon on the other hand, for what should be no surprise, made 0 attempts to make friends on the new school, never speaking to anybody unless she was spoken to. There was only 1 time someone tried to befriend her by introducing themselves, bonbon ended up forgetting their names and face 10 minutes later. Interpret that however you want.

As time passes, those weekends talks delude to just few monthly talks, as Cinnamon would extend the time with the friends on weekends too. For her it wasn't a matter of choosing, she just invites bonbon to the conversations with her group of friends. Sadly, it just made the bunny feel worse. Put yourself in her perspective, being in a group of people you don't get along, where everyone is in university talking about their successful life's are, while you are at the button, hits hard doesn't it? Well, it made her feel like a failure. I'm unsure if I made it obvious, but ever since Bonbon fails to enter university, she just gets slowly worse and worse across that year. An extremely bad sleep schedule for a year makes anyone way grumpier, add in a heavy dose of sarcasm for a bad mood to handle others into the mix, she feels constantly demotivated to study or try things, is extremely lazy, horrible low self-esteem... I could go on but the word 'depressed' probably describes it all symptoms well. Also, from this point forward, you will rarely see her smile. The result by the end up the year is nowadays Bonbon. She is technically at her worse during the year, she does improve a bit afterwards.

Welp, thats it! Graduation is probably the most WIP chapter, there are parts here that need more detailing or changes. But the general core idea is that Bonbon fails to enter university and she basically loses her best friend. I haven't mentioned, but they both never see each other again. (at least, for the part of the lore I have layed out)

[adagiorii]

Edu, don't keep us in the dark >:0 what are the typical circumstances of the PCD's missions that make using high-grade guns not be ideal??? ENLIGHT US

See for me to answer this I'm going to have to get into some deeper lore so I'm gonna try to keep it as short as possible-

There was originally a completely different explanation for it but while writing this I came up with new lore so that will be the answer now

TLDR: They have weapons mostly for self-defence and/or to neutralize threats and keep others safe, not necessarily to kill those threats. Their weapons also double as capture tools so a gun really wouldn't be effective at all.

Circumstances

I'll clear up what I meant about the "circumstances" first. I said that because the PCD usually do their work in public places, and sometimes even in people's homes if need be - which means it's not really ideal for them to go around using really destructive and powerful guns lmao. And even if it wasn't, guns in general aren't the most effective weapons for the job except in the self-defence department. See Method 2.

Paranormal Entities

As for why smaller guns like police handguns wouldn't be useful, that's because of what the PCD fights - paranormal entities (placeholder name while I can't come up with a better and catchier term). An entity is essentially a deceased person that has experienced what I call a sort of "botched" resurrection attempt. They're not quite alive again, but it's the closest they can get (they basically look like distorted doppelgangers of the person they were before). They can be either corporeal or not, but regardless, the main thing that keeps an entity "alive" is their host, to which they are bound from the moment the person passes away. It is through this host that the entity maintains a connection to what is left of their humanity, which is usually very little. Most don't retain enough of their rationality and consciousness to be able to think like a human person, and end up devolving into violent and resentful beings driven mostly by instinct. And, yes, they do have powers.

This is why they're a huge danger to people, and are known to attack human beings.

Method 1

In current lore, entities can be killed in two ways (called Method 1 and Method 2). Method 1 is destroying or killing the host.

Method 1 has some issues. Fyi, a host can be pretty much anything - an object, a plant, an animal, or even a human in very rare instances. One of the issues can be that identifying an entity's host can be very difficult, time-consuming and impractical. And then, if the entity's host is a living creature like an animal or, even worse, a person, the situation really gets delicate. (Fyi, in-universe, human hosts are almost unheard of and even considered a sort of myth or at least a very rare occurrence - but it can happen. Either way, this still applies to animal hosts.)

So, in the vast majority of cases, the PCD uses Method 2.

Method 2

Alright so- this is where the lore changes. The original Method 2 was that if you wore the entity down enough, by attacking it over and over again and essentially torturing it, it would lose the remains of its sanity and essentially self-destruct (this would also save the host btw).

I decided against that entirely because I feel like it's 1. just killing the entity with extra steps and 2. it undermines the importance of the host if you can just kill the entity without worrying about how to keep the host safe. It removes stakes. I originally had another way to keep those stakes but with the lore change that's probably going to change too so I won't get into it. I also don't like that it boils down to physical and mental torture by relentlessly stabbing it. It sounds like a weirdly needlessly violent plot point and it didn't sit right with me. Besides, it really doesn't counter the gun argument - my original argument was that small handguns don't do enough harm to successfully kill the entity with Method 2 because stabbing them is more effective (again weirdly violent), and big guns are a needless safety hazard to the public when you can just stab with sword.

The new Method 2 is something I had been considering for a while but never actually gave much thought to. This idea is that in this world, there is a unique kind of metal that is capable of absorbing and essentially trapping entities, which would be more akin to ghosts (since that's also what they were inspired by). This metal is the main material used to build the PCD's weapons, and their modus operandi is having their agents go out, fight entities, make sure they're not a threat and at the first opportunity, trap them.

They use weapons for self-defence and/or in case the entity is violent and they need to fight it. The weapons then double as their "capture tools" for lack of a better term. Take Eiko's sword; I like the concept that, being a rapier ideal for stabbing and piercing, it would actually also function like a medical needle (in the sense that the entity is sucked inside) once an entity is stabbed with it. As part of this change I am also considering having the main part of the weapon actually be the little red gem in the tip of the handle of her sword, which would be a feature in all PCD weapons and be the actual part the entity gets trapped within. Once a mission is over, that little gem is temporarily removed so that the entity trapped inside it can be locked away in some high security facility idk.

This, in my eyes, is a much less weird method? It establishes that an entity cannot actually be killed unless their host is too, which adds stakes in a more natural way in my opinion. And, obviously, having a gun as a PCD weapon doesn't really make sense because the weapons' main purpose is to trap entities. It's hard to do that with a gun with bullets you're supposed to shoot at them. Idk I don't think it works.

You could argue that a gun could work for the self-defence part and maybe. But keep in mind that as long as the entity's host is safe, it's not going to die lmao. You can do harm to it and injure it enough that it will sort of quiet down, but it can and will regenerate eventually. I don't think a gun is very effective in that regard especially because it's tiny holes and an entity doesn't have weak vulnerable spots like humans do.

I also really like the potential worldbuilding this new Method 2 could bring. I haven't mentioned it much but the whole regime the country operates under and the PCD are a little shady. I imagine the citizens don't actually know the PCD usually doesn't kill entities, they just capture them and take them elsewhere. You might ask why they aren't honest, but let me remind you that entities were once humans. How would you feel if you knew your once loved one turned entity wasn't actually put out of its misery, but rather captured and sealed away to have God knows what done with it without you knowing about it?

Furthermore, the PCD are seen as mighty heroes in this country. Having the people believe they actually do kill entities suits that noble and brave image a lot more than the reality. They're the knights slaying the dragons and saving the day. Honestly a dragon entity sounds pretty cool.

[niteskysx]

part 3/3 of Putting in the Work 🧎🏻‍♀️😩😭🙈😩✨🤭

spencer reid x fem! reader (yxn)

The last student had left, leaving you and Dr. Reid alone in the classroom. You were overwhelmed with this whole situation and you didn't know what was happening with Dr. Reid so you decided it was best to switch professors and transfer to another class for the remaining of this semester. Hesitantly, you approached his desk with a transfer request form.

"I need you to sign this," you said, holding out the important document. "It's really important."

Dr. Reid was completely absorbed in grading papers when you approached him. He He glanced briefly at the form before turning his attention to you. He took the document from your hand and asked, "What’s this?"

"It's a transfer order to switch classes," you explained, swallowing and almost trembling. "I need you to sign it, please."

He looked at you for a good, long minute before he started untieing his tie and let it drop onto a nearby chair. Rising from his seat, he circled around you, slowly walking behind you. Your breath quickened as you felt his presence so close.

Without a word, Dr. Reid slid his fingers up your neck and began to kiss it. His lips were warm and soft, brushing lightly against your skin. You shivered, torn between the strange pleasure and the urgent need to get him to stop and sign the form.

What’s happening? All I can think about is how this is so wrong... but it feels so good.

“Um,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “Dr. Reid, the paper—”

He continued his kisses, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders, pulling you closer. His touch was intoxicating and you found it hard to keep your focus on getting that signature, especially when the sensations were this distracting.

“Mm-hmm,” Dr. Reid replied, barely acknowledging your words. His kisses grew more insistent as he pressed closer.

You struggled to maintain your composure, your attempts to discuss the paper becoming increasingly difficult. “It’s really important,” you said, your voice breaking.

Dr. Reid’s kisses traveled along your neck and shoulders, his touch making it hard for you to think clearly. “Sure. Okay,” he replied nonchantly, his focus clearly on your neck rather than the document. He then moved to the other side of your neck, pushing your hair aside with a swift motion. His cold, long, slender fingers sent shivers down your spine.

The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, and the boundary between professor and student became increasingly blurred. Somehow, you got your focus back to the document and you persisted once again but this time, raising your voice slightly. "Dr. Reid—"

Finally, he gave up. Dr. Reid’s frustration was noticeable as he pulled back abruptly with an exasperated sigh, his breath heavy and irritated. He moved to the desk and grabbed the document with quick, decisive movements, signing it with a harsh, frustrated stroke.

He handed the signed paper back to you, his expression a mix of irritation and lingering desire. “Here,” he said snapped. “Take it.” You could tell he was angry.

You never saw him so angry before. Not even in class. Not even at other students. You felt almost afraid of him. Like, truly afraid.

You accepted the paper, feeling a a wave of relief mixed with confusion. You looked down, your cheeks flushed as you tried to avoid meeting his gaze. Dr. Reid leaned against the desk, adjusting his disheveled hair and shooting you with a look that that seemed to scream, “You can get the fuck out now."

With a nervous tremor in your voice, you managed a quiet, “T-thank you,” and hurried towards the door.

Just as you were about to leave, Dr. Reid’s voice sliced through the silence, with pure coldness in his tone. “Remember to cover those hickeys!” he barked after you in clear anger as you exited the room.

[scoutofmymind]

okay mama so I’m thinking about the lasan x reader pregnancy drabble…

Do you think the boys would ever want to know which one them it was?? Like I feel like in most scenarios there’d be a DNA test, but I feel like here they maybe wouldn’t want to know and just love the baby equally?! Maybe yall think yall will be able to tell but you get a smartass kid with olive skin and dark curly hair and they’re just like “welp I couldn’t tell ya” lol

Yessss!!!! Obviously they’ve wondered. Especially the boys. I mean, of course they wanna know whose swimmers were the fastest and strongest but genuinely it’s hard to tell.

"I just hope he inherits anything but my teeth," Luigi murmurs, his fingertip tracing the perfect, unmarked terrain of Elias' gums with scientific precision.

His head tilts at exactly the angle of someone witnessing a masterpiece, cradling this luminous creature who, just last week, resided within the confines of your body — a nine-month tenant who has now claimed permanent residence in all your hearts.

"Your teeth are fucking flawless," Hasan counters with the particular brand of exhausted affection that comes from spending the entire night as your self-appointed guardian.

His vigilance manifested as instantly waking whenever your feet touched the floor, appearing with unsolicited hydration when you simply needed the bathroom, and eventually orchestrating midnight charcuterie that neither of you needed but both consumed while Luigi performed his sworn duty of keeping Elias anchored against his chest — a position he maintains with reverent dedication while simultaneously insisting that the co-sleeping is simply temporary.

We’ve just waited so long to meet him.

"After my orthodontic hostage situation that lasted three years," Luigi retorts, demonstrating his meticulously aligned bite with theatrics before surrendering again to Eli's gravitational pull.

His warm fingertips traveling reverential adoration — tracing eyebrows that perform an involuntary dance of miniature expressions, caressing cheeks that exist in that impossible state of newborn plushness, and hovering above the marvel of a nose that occasionally crinkles with the serious business of learning to breathe outside the womb.

"I had them too, Lu," Hasan murmurs from his position of calculated collapse against the couch cushions. His arm drapes around you with the perfect calibration of weight — present enough to anchor but gentle enough to accommodate your still-recovering body.

You nod in solidarity, producing your seventh-grade photographic evidence on your phone screen with the flourish of someone revealing blackmail material; your adolescent smile imprisoned behind an elaborate pink orthodontic trap, complete with symmetrical rubber bands.

"He's cooked," Hasan laughs, reaching over to brush his big hand over Elias' tiny head — a head that emerged miraculously crowned with a full shock of hair. "At least he has this advantage in life."

As seasons pass and Elias grows, his features gradually claim their permanent residence on his face.

Those dark eyebrows frame expressions with increasing eloquence, while his nose — now a delicate landscape of scattered freckles — crinkles when he laughs.

His hair plays tricks with light; sometimes appearing nearly black, other times revealing itself as deep, rich brown when caught by sunlight. His eyes maintain their warm brown dominance, but during family trips to the bay, you find yourself mesmerized by unmistakable hazel fragments that appear and vanish like whispered secrets.

His complexion deepens gradually to a rich olive tone, especially pronounced after afternoons spent as Luigi's gardening apprentice or following you through chlorinated waters, his small body absorbing both sunshine and someone’s heritage in equal measure.

"Do you ever wonder whose little swimmer really made the cut?" Hasan asks in a hushed tone, turning toward you as the three of you relax on pool chairs under the warm sun.

Elias has exhausted himself in the water and now sleeps peacefully on one of the larger outdoor couches, protected by a slanted awning while cartoons play on the outdoor television — loud enough to create a barrier around your conversation.

"Sometimes," you nod, looking up from your magazine and bringing your wine glass to your lips. This small pleasure has only recently returned to your life, now that Elias has reached an age where your vigilance can occasionally relax. "But then I realize, it doesn't matter all that much."

Luigi hums softly, nodding his head. "Of course." He shifts onto his side, extending his hand to rest tenderly against your stomach — a gesture carrying more weight since his recent observations about the three of you not getting any younger, a delicate chronological reminder whose subtext requires no translation. "But it's an interesting thing to think about."

"No," you concede with a gentle shrug. "You're right. It is." Your gaze drifts upward to where clouds perform their slow choreography across the blue canvas, feeling a smile form almost involuntarily at the corners of your mouth. Sometimes the only appropriate response to overwhelming fortune is simply to acknowledge it, to let it settle into your bones. "But I see all of us in him. All the time." Your eyes travel from Luigi to Hasan, cataloging the beautiful inheritance. "His nose, his freckles. His eyes. His ears. Those big eyebrows."

"Do you think we've made the first baby with three different DNA's?" Hasan laughs softly,though the speculation in his voice carries a tenderness that transforms the impossibility into something almost believable.

He could hold onto that hope.

"I'm okay with believing that." You nod, Hasan's hand joining Luigi's in its journey across your body — tracing the terrain of your thighs, the rise of your chest, the vulnerable curve where neck meets shoulder. "He's got such a big heart. He's smart, and he's so goddamn funny." Your gaze drops to where both their hands have settled on your stomach, as if magnetized to that sacred space they once monitored with such vigilance five years ago, the place that remains their instinctive anchor when expressing devotion, or when conversations dive beneath the surface. "Doesn't much matter to me, or to him the technicalities, honestly."

As Elias grows, the initial wonder gradually transforms into something more ordinary yet no less miraculous.

Occasionally, the reality reasserts itself that biologically, only one of them contributed this decisive genetic material.

Yet watching him navigate the world, you find yourself consistently bewildered by the impossibility before you; how his features seem calculated to reflect all three of you in perfect proportion, how his capacity for empathy expands beyond what any single bloodline could explain, and how his developing sense of humor catch you off-guard daily with its familiar echoes of three distinct sources, merged into something entirely unique to him.

His entry into double digits arrives with the startling brevity of a camera shutter — ten years condensed into what feels like a single inhalation and exhalation.

The rebellious edge growing in him carries Hasan's signature; that flash-fire temper, the immovable conviction, the challenging tilt of his chin when he believes himself wronged.

Yet the aftermath belongs entirely to Luigi — the way anger recedes like an ebbing tide, leaving behind a gentle shoreline where apologies grow without prompting, where forgiveness becomes his reflexive language, and where reconciliation matters more than being right.

[osaemu]

ミ★ quick learner 🜸

pairing: student! gojo x reader

summary: to you, chemistry means two things – the worst subject on earth and the best feeling ever. satoru somehow teaches you both.

word count: ~2.0k

notes: suggestive. modern au. mentions of organic chemistry. making out. guest appearance by geto. gojo calls you 'smart girl' at one point. rushed. barely proofread. written while i was half asleep. like always, reblogs are very very appreciated.

a/n: i genuinely don't know how i feel about this one... there are parts i like and parts i don't like (that i was too lazy to fix) and it's kinda just stitched together ... lmk what you think in the comments pretty pls 💞

"question four – what's the difference between molarity and molality?"

"wait, those are two different things?"

since you and satoru had both procrastinated studying for your impending chemistry test, you found yourselves at the library long past midnight. 

it was an accident – when you had decided to study in the library instead of at home, you hadn't anticipated running into anyone you knew. but of course, satoru gojo, the charismatic guy in your english class, was here too. 

you wouldn't say that the two of you were close – acquaintances was a better word. satoru and you knew of each other and were on friendly terms, but until now you had never really taken the time to talk alone.

but hey, just because you didn't know the guy that well didn't mean you were about to turn down a free study partner. especially one as attractive as satoru, although it was admittedly a bit distracting when you were trying to focus on your work.

it wasn't his fault – his long, white lashes were just naturally mesmerizing. and his eyes? breathtaking. even in the dim light of the library, his eyes shone like crystals. you didn't even want to start thinking about his hands, his jawline, and certainly not his body, otherwise you'd be studying something else the whole night – him and his stupidly attractive self.

after a ton of mental self-chiding, you finally manage to get your priorities straight and actually try to study, but what started as a study session gradually turned into a tutoring session when you two realized that one of you needed a lot more help than the other.

and to your dismay, that was you.

"you really thought molarity and molality were the same thing?" satoru scoffs, shamelessly grinning. "y'know, it's really a miracle you have an A in the class. you don't deserve it."

"shut up," you reply, knowing only too well that he was right. the only reason you were able to maintain a good grade in this stupid chemistry class was because the teacher offered a ridiculous amount of extra credit.

but unfortunately, you couldn't float on that boat for much longer. your grade was still slowly slipping, from a 95 to a 93 to what was now a flat 90, and your pride wouldn't let that number fall any further.

satoru laughs and shakes his head, running a hand through his white hair. "c'mon, at least tell me what molarity is."

"uhh, that's moles per liter, right?"

he nods and twirls a pen in between his fingers. "yeah, that's right. now what's molality?"

"how should i know? i don't pay attention in class," you groan, resting your head in your palm.

satoru rolls his eyes, and you take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous they are. they were a color somewhere in between cerulean and ocean blue, further enhanced by his long white lashes.

your admiration quickly fades to indignation when satoru clicks his tongue and starts rattling off some dictionary definition of molality.

"y'know, you'd know more if you weren't on your phone the whole time in class," he says dryly. 

you groan again and lean back in your chair. "it's just so boringgg," you whine, pushing the chemistry worksheet away. "forget it, i'll just guess on the test tomorrow. it usually works."

as you start to sweep your pencils and papers into your bag, satoru grabs your wrist and gets you to meet his ocean-blue eyes. "i'll feel bad if you do badly because i didn't help you enough."

his grip on your wrist is firm but gentle as he leans a millimeter closer. "let me help you, yeah?"

after a beat of silence, you nod and look away. his glacial eyes are piercing in the kind of way that makes you think he can see right through you, and you don't like the feeling of being readable.

"so, am i gonna have to force you to pay attention or will you do it yourself?"

the question catches you off guard. something about the way he asks it makes it very clear that it's a genuine question – either you can try and make yourself focus or he can make you.

you don't quite know what the latter means, but it sounds more fun, so that's what you pick.

and that's how you ended up on his lap, hair wrapped around his fingers as he quizzed you from behind. 

satoru had somehow motivated you to actually try and study by rewarding you with a kiss for every question you got right. had the offer come from anyone else, you would've called them a creep, but satoru was attractive and he knew it. on top of that, he wasn't afraid to use his good looks to get what he wanted, which, in this case, was for you to do good on tomorrow's test.

"avogadro's number?"

"umm, 6.022 x 10 to the 23rd?"

satoru nods and kisses the side of your face, lips trailing over your jawline as his eyes flick back to where he'd scribbled a couple practice questions.

"how many bonds can hydrogen form?"

"one."

this time, his lips touch your neck, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your body to hold back the embarrassing sound you can feel at the bottom of your throat.

"last question, how many bonds can carbon form?"

this time, your voice comes out breathier than you expected. "four, right?"

"smart girl." 

and now, for the first time this night, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. he doesn't linger and he doesn't give you any chance to savor the taste of his lips – one second his mouth is pressed to yours, the next it's moving with words you don't quite absorb.

he rifles through a couple papers and makes a face. "actually, my bad, there's more. not much," he quickly adds when he sees you groan. "just some stuff we didn't cover completely at the beginning."

"you're the worst."

"you'd fail without me."

"maybe, but at least i'd be happier."

despite your playful jabs, the truth that studying with satoru was a lot more bearable than studying by yourself, and it was also a lot easier to stay awake. before you knew it, two hours came and went, and you were practically an expert on everything that could possibly be on the test tomorrow.

and when you're finally able to confidently tell satoru the difference between molarity and molality, that's when he turns you around on his lap to face him and presses his lips to yours again, and this time, he doesn't pull away.

"you're a quick learner, aren't you?" satoru mumbles against your lips. he pulls back for a second to get some air before grabbing your chin and leaning in for more. "yeah, i wonder what else i could teach you. you wanna find out, pretty?"

you're not entirely sure when the studying ended and the making out started, but you certianly do know when the making out ended. 

before you could reply to satoru's rather suggestive question, a message blared from the speakers around the library and interrupted whatever you two had going on.

" it is now closing time. all remaining students, please return to your residential places immediately."

satoru chuckles and nudges you off of his lap before standing up and stretching. "well, it's almost 3, we should get some rest." 

"yeah, that's probably smart."

"of course it is. i'm smart."

"yeah yeah," you mumble after a second when no better retort comes to mind. probably because he was telling the truth – satoru was smart, and he knew it. 

"well, i'll see you tomorrow," he says, sweeping the remainder of his stuff into his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder. "good luck on the test, you'll do great."

you smile and zip up your own backpack before heading towards the exit on the other side of the library, his words buzzing around your head and the memory of his mouth fresh on your lips the whole way home.

"satoru, satoru! guess what i got on my test!"

after you made your way home from the library last night, you slept like a rock. barely a minute after you tiredly stumbled into your oh-so welcoming bed, you were out. 

despite only getting around five or six hours of sleep, you felt pretty damn good the next morning as you sat down to take your chemistry exam. and that good feeling stayed with you the whole test, and when you finished, you were able to confidently set your paper on your teacher's desk.

well, as confidently as anyone could set a piece of paper down anyways.

but now it was lunchtime, and a soft chiming sound from your phone signaled that the test was score and put into your grade. your hands shook slightly as you tapped the notification, but to your delight, a 97 lit up your screen.

and of course, who else could you credit with this besides satoru? so you walked over to where you'd seen him hang around during lunch and called out his name, but you really hadn't anticipated company.

"ah, satoru, who's this?" the dark-haired boy beside satoru asked, voice light with interest. "have you been seeing someone and not telling me about it?"

satoru laughs and shoves the guy's shoulder before turning to you and grinning. "sorry 'bout him. yeah, what was your score?"

he has a lollipop in his mouth, and as he raises an eyebrow at you, you feel yourself grin as you proudly say "a ninety seven! my grade went up to the mid-ninties, too!"

"smart girl. knew you could do it," satoru says, a lopsided smile spreading across his face.

"it's only 'cause of you," you say, a bit sheepishly. "without your help, i wouldn't've been able to do that."

satoru exhales a laugh and reaches out to ruffle your hair. he looks like he's about to say something before the other guy clears his throat.

"sorry to interrupt your... moment, but the lunch line is starting to grow and my patience is starting to shrink. satoru, you coming?" 

"yeah, give me a sec, suguru." 

satoru looks back down at you, sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose and cerulean eyes flashing in the sunlight. "looks like i gotta go."

you nod and wave him off. "yeah, i'll see you around, i guess. thanks so much for the help, really. i owe you one."

satoru grins and pulls the lollipop out of his mouth. still looking at you intently, he runs his tongue over the lollipop one last time before sticking in your mouth.

"you wanna pay me back for tutoring you last night?" satoru asks, smirking at the surprised look on your face. "drop by my place tonight. i'll teach you something else this time."

he leans in and gives you a quick, sugary kiss before turning away and walking in the direction geto left in, leaving you with nothing but a tingling sensation in your lips and a promise to see you soon.

satoru laughs to himself as he walks away, waving one hand back at you without bothering to turn around. when he catches up to suguru, the latter notices the wide smirk satoru dons and asks about it.

"oh, it's nothing. just looking forward to tonight."

you were, too.

a/n: if i wrote smut i'd write a pt 2 to this. maybe one day idk

i'm probably going to get back to writing some more angst after i finish the last of my requests. i miss writing fics that make people cry /hj

if you haven't already, check out some of my other jjk fics in my masterlist (below!)

anyways thank u vvv much for reading, reblogs are always very appreciated 💞

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[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 28 - GP! Winter x Im Nayeon

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: Yes, I'm waaaaayyy behind my schedule for Kinktober (Like a week behind) but istg i gonna post the all 31 works.

Also I know I said no more than two stories per idol, but things happened this days and I just had to write this. So that's why nayeon is here again.

And also I apologize if this feels a bit rushed, but is the best I can get this days. With all that being said, I let you with this nonsense.

Minjeong never thought that she would need to be on her knees in order to approve this class. She came to Professor Nayeon's office to ask, or beg if necessary, for a chance to earn some extra points to increase her grade and pass her class. Minjeong was thinking of something like extra homework, a special test, maybe even doing Professor’s laundry, but nothing remotely close to being on her knees with her face buried between Nayeon’s thighs.

Nayeon was sitting on her chair with her skirt lifted to her waist, no underwear, and one leg over her desk to give Minjeong more room to work. Minjeong for her part was on her knees, caressing Nayeon’s thighs, and with her tongue as deep as she could inside her professor’s pussy.

At this time of the day almost no one left on this side of the building, but nayeon still has one hand covering her mouth and the other playing with her student's hair. Despite the low chances to be discovered, never is good having moans coming out of a professor's office. 

Minjeong obviously was doing a good job, otherwyse her face wouldn't be covered on her professor’s slick. To be honest she isn’t that good at giving head but the adrenaline of eating a professor's pussy and also saving her class in the process, is giving her all the enthusiasm she needs to eat that pussy as if it were the last meal on earth. And her effort seems to have a good result because Nayeon uses the hand that was playing with Minjeon’s hair to maintain her head in place while she orgasm and cum in Minjeong face. 

The girl has to admit that her professor’s pussy tastes so good, one of the best she's ever had. Maybe she needs to ask for assistance more often, because if this is the way to pay she has no problem with that.

“Good girl.” Nayeon was panting but still was able to speak. “ But if you had put the same amount of effort into your classes as you did into eating my pussy then you wouldn't have needed it.” Minjeong opened her mouth to protest but Nayeon cut her words. “No, no.” She said moving her index finger from side to side in a negative gesture. “We Aren't finished yet.”

“But I ate you, and made you come.”

“I say we aren’t finished yet. Get your pants down, now.” Nayeon was a good professor and never acted this bossy during class, but people know that it is better not to mess with her. She can be peaceful most of the time, but if you get her mad then you're finished. Better just get back home and take that class next semester but with another professor. Luckily for Minjeong that wasn’t her case, she always paid attention in classes and had decent grades , but shits happens and now she is here. “Don’t make me repeat it.” Nayeon's gaze was stern.

Minjeong was kinda concerned but still obeyed her teacher, but since she only mentioned her pants she only pulled off that garment. Despiste that she ate her professor’s pussy just minutes ago, this makes her feel vulnerable. Her cute white panties were on display and did almost nothing to hide her erection.

“Oh don’t tease me.” Nayeon herself pulled Minjeong’s panties down revealing her small and semi erected dick. “Much better. Now turn around.”  Nayeon gave her one of those looks that told her that was a bad idea to protest or not obey, so Minjeong turned around really confused because initially she thought Nayeon was gonna suck her dick, or at least touch it. But apparently her teacher has another plan for her. “Now bend over my desk.”

This time Minjeong didn't need to hear it twice to obey. She put her elbows on the wooden surface as she bent over the said desk. “No, no, not like that. Spread that ass for me.” This earned Nayeon a confused look from Minjeong. “Did you thought I was to touch your little weeny?” A loud laugh came from the teacher. “Come on, my hand is bigger than your dick. If you want me to touch you then earn it.”

Not waiting for Minjeong to actually do something, Nayeon espread her butthocks revealing her small wrinkle entrance. “Wha.. what…” But Minjeong’s words were cut when she felt Nayeon’s tongue doing things to her anus. Teacher's tongue was doing circles over Minjeong’s sensitive anus  showing a lot of expertise, she definitely has experience doing this.

Minjeong wants to protest but the tongue on her ass is doing things to her strength and she can't resist, so she tries to stick her ass out to help her teacher to have more access to her dirty back entrance. And Nayeon takes advantage of that by sticking her tongue inside Minjeong, pushing and opening her ass with her wet and warm muscle. 

Minjeong, far from protest, is a whimpering mess. Having a tongue inside her ass and her butthock being held by Nayeon’s big hands make her hard. Her dick is throbbing against the desk and her balls are arching.  Is so pathetic that she’s close to cum just by her teacher eating her ass.

But suddenly Minjeong's ass feels empty. She wants to protest, she wants Nayeon tongue inside her again, but instead she gets something more.

God knows from where Nayeon takes a lotion bottle and pours some lotion on her hand, then her hands lands again on Minjeong’s ass. But this time instead of spreading her cheeks she massaged her anus. That little entrance is already so stimulated that nayeon easily slid a finger inside Minjeong. The girl is kinda hypnotized by her teacher actions because she don’t even think about to protest, even when she normally don’t get her ass fucked. The power nayeon has over her is so that Minjeon is now spreading her own butthocks to help her teacher. Maybe that gives her some more points.

“You’re hard but my hand is still bigger.” Nayeon laughs in her ear, finally touching Minjeong dick, and what she says is true. Girl’s dick is as hard as it can be but Nayeon's hand is easily covering it with balls included. In some way that makes Minjeong arousal go to the sky.

Another finger goes inside Minjeong anus. She already feel filled but Nayeon thing is time to really fuck her ass, so she start moving her fingers. Now both Nayeon’s hands are pleasuring Minjeong, one inside her ass and the other stroking her dick. Or most like grabbing and twitching her shaft while making fun of her size.

“You take my fingers so well. What a good girl you’re.” The mix between the compliment and the jokes about her size were really doing things to Minjeong. “If you take another finger I’ll allow you to cum. Want you?”

Minjeong's first response was a pathetic loud whimper. “I… I don’t Th-think I can take another.” Nayeon's hand leaves her dick and that makes her sad, but the other hand stays inside her anus. “Please, please. lee-t me cum.”

“Then be a good girl and take another finger.” Nayeon fingers were working extra hours on Minjeong ass to make her use to the intromission. She was opening her fingers inside Minjeong’s little entrance to gape her anus and make room for a third finger. 

“Ok… Ok. I’ll take it, but let me cum please.” Minjeong´s brain was already fried with all the unexpected pleasure she was getting from her ass and all she wants right now is to get some friction on her dick. When nayeon wasn't grabbing her she tried to grind against the desk, but that didn’t give her enough pleasure. She definitely needed Nayeon’s hand to make her cum.

“Good girl,” With a little bit of effort Nayeon puts her third finger inside Minjeong’s small anus. Her slender fingers feels so good against her warm walls, they were so long that were deeper than any other thing Minjeong had ever put on her ass. Also having three of them inside her ass makes her feel so filled. Having her anus this expanded was something really new to her.

Nayeon’s other hand came back to touch Minjeong’s dick, this time wrapping her fingers around the hard meat. While her work on the youngergirl ass was fast, really fucking her anus, the pace on her dick was more controled. Slow long pumps, or at least as long as her size allows, that had Minjeong’s shaft throbbing. The dual action was too much, and that added to the fact that Nayeon was complimenting her for taking her finger so well has Minejong at the very verge of the orgasm. But for some reason he knew she wasn't allowed to cum till her teacher gave her the direct order to do so.

Now the girl was holding the desk edges tightly till the point her knuckles turned white. The pleasure was so much that it was overwhelming. She was releasing patetic whimpers while her teacher was stuffing three fingers inside her stretched anus. “Good girl, you earned it. You can cum now.” Nayeon whispered to her ear and that was all she needed to stop holding her orgasm and pour out her cum on her teacher’s hand.

Minjeong released the desk and used her hands to cover her mouth as best as she could. After all they still were inside Nayeon’s office and her whimpers could get them to be caught, that would definitely end with her being expelled from college and Nayeon being fired. For that Minjeong tries to hold her whimpers, but didn’t help that nayeon still where fucking her ass while she was cumming, filling the big hand whit her hot milk. And even when it was a bit uncomfortable having her anus so stretched was also a very pleasant orgasm, even her legs were shaking for the pleasure and overwhelming feelings.

“Good girl. You did it so well.” Nayeon finally pulls her fingers out of Minjeong’s anus, leaving her entrance full open and feeling empty. “Actually you deserve more than a few points.” Minjeong's orgasm was so good that she had blurred vision. “If you can take my fingers again in the future I’ll let you pass my class with an A+.” Nayeon uses her panties to clean Minjeong´s cum from her finger while circling the desk to face the girl.” We call it a deal?” The teacher asked with her characteristic big smile, acting as if she hadn't just fucked one of hers students in the ass just moments ago.

[childofpudding]

Okokok, so I’ve been kind of on an Ever After High kick recently because the premise is just too good oughhhh and I love thinking about it. So here are a few insane headcanons I wrote down instead of studying for my calc exam. Keep in mind though, I’ve only ever watched the show and read the first book (a few years ago now), so if anything I say directly contradicts canon or is already confirmed, please let me know!!! I really want to interact more with the fanbase!

I headcanon The Storybook of Legends to have passive mental persuasion abilities regarding destinies. The magic coerces students into signing by fueling a bone-deep, instinctual pull to act out their story and attempts to crush any personal reservations or hesitations students may have about their own legacy. Of course the book isn’t the only reason weary students with crummy destinies might choose to sign- there’s peer pressure and the instilled belief that by not signing, everything and everyone will disappear. (This alone manages to convince most soon-to-be-villains with bleeding hearts to go through with it.) But the persuasive magic makes the decision much easier. I imagine the book’s magic only works within a certain range and strengthens with prolonged exposure. It also amplifies near Legacy Day, making it extremely difficult for students to resist the urge to sign. Information about this specific property of the book would be well known and documented by Grimm and potentially other school admin, but is largely hidden from the students of Ever After and the broader fairytale world. 

As Legacy Day approaches, many students who subconsciously fight the book’s influence experience migraines, delirium, and paranoia. Personality traits and values that align with the destinies of students are heightened. Characters fated for romantic or strong platonic relationships may also feel inexplicably drawn to one another, even if they weren’t before.

The mass hysteria around Legacy Day is felt by all, yet acknowledged by none and once the book is signed, the persuasion magic, though still there, becomes far less potent (kind of like when a highschooler accepts a university offer and though they still need to maintain a grade average, they often no longer feel the need to put in as much work as before). I also headcanon this to be part of the reason the Royal/Rebel conflict happened when it did and not before, seeing as the book was replaced with a fake and wouldn’t be able to affect the students in the same way (though the real one was hidden within the school, maybe the Evil Queen hexed it (???)). 

I believe that absolutely everyone in the fairytale world has a destiny. The Storybook of Legends has infinite magical pages, and even minor characters or random town residents have legacies. Though, for many, their destinies resemble something like: continue the family business, go outside one day and witness the protagonist of your story do something cool, fall in love, procreate. We know each retelling of a story has slight tweaks, so I’d think background characters’ destinies allow some wiggle room in what they decide to do with their lives. Still, I like to imagine everyone eventually signs the book. Kind of like those old POV tiktoks that go a little something like ‘when you turn sixteen everyone finds out their future??? 😱’ in the sense that before the school year starts at Ever After (where the Storybook of Legends is kept) there’s like a tour that happens where the book gets paraded around  to major fairytale towns and landmarks and every single kid going into (I think it was) the 10th grade/2nd year of highschool/sophmore year are made to sign the book. 

Additionally, it’s a general rule that the number of children in a background character's family corresponds to the number of parents, so each kid can take on a parent’s legacy. If a family has more kids than parents, it likely means:

A. Someone committed adultery,

B. One child is destined to die an unpreventable death, or

C. (Very rare) the child is meant for another fairytale entirely — like a love interest or a stock hero who dies young and doesn’t reproduce.

And unless they’re from a Stock Family, this balance usually holds.

Segue into my next headcanon -which I think might actually be at least partially canon - stock families! So what are they: I headcanon stock families to be families that produce significant amounts of offspring specifically to act as certain archetypes in stories, more often then not, love interests (to prevent incest y’know). This is part of the reason as to why there are so many different Charming families that aren’t related to one another. Children from these families often don’t know their destinies. (Though Charming parents have successfully bribed Grimm in the past to let their kids peek at their destinies early.) and while many become nobility, sometimes they don't. 

Many of these kids attend Ever After and only see their destinies for the first time while practicing for, or during, the televised Legacy Day at the same time as the entire rest of the fairytale world watching. Legacy Day is especially stressful for Charming children because there’s always a risk that they aren’t part of a story befitting of the school’s prestige and it has happened before that Charming children have signed the book on a mundane destiny during the televised event. I like to think this is why there’s a (seemingly not royal) news reporter with the Charming name in the webisodes. 

I also imagine these families are doomed to fizzle out into obscurity, with mundane destinies, after a few generations (again, to prevent incest), with new ones popping up every few years. Despite this, stock families often have more children than average to meet the demand for fairy tales (e.g. Darling, Daring, and Dexter are three siblings from two parents).

I also like to think that, Ever After, despite housing the Storybook of Legends, is not the only school to use it. It’s canon that other schools exist, in this universe like:

Beanstalk High (giants only),

and a school for villains (where Ramona transferred from).

 This leads me to believe that Ever After is special in the sense that unlike other fairytale schools, they don’t specialise in one archetype, however Ever After is still quite hard to get into seeing as they only accept children who play main or supporting roles in popular fables. I like to headcanon that a school called something like ‘Tall Tale High’ exists and they house primarily children of fictional folk story heroes (think: Pecos Bill, Joe Magarac, Old Stormalong, Momotaro, John Henry, Paul Bunyan) and because folk tales have characters perform absurd physical feats, they often give Ever After a run for their money when it comes to sporting events. Ever After probably lets other schools borrow the Storybook of Legends for brief periods so they can do their own Legacy Days, though those ceremonies would never be as commercially successful. There’d probably also be normal schools too, for background children, so that they can learn to ‘contribute to society’ (Though Ever After actually does actually offer a wide variety of STEM courses, and many Ever After alumni do have lives after their ever after (think Snow White) many with stories aren’t expected to enter the workforce.)

That’s it for now, if anyone wants to disagree or add anything, please do, like I said, I really want to talk to people about the show!

[wisdomwriter4313]

It is a thin veil that separates the worlds of Men and Mystics. It is said that only once in a generation a being is born who is innately of both, known to the mystics as the greatest of sacred treasures. After a less than welcomed intervention a young college student learns that the many dark and sinful creatures of the mystic world would stop at nothing to devour her, body and soul. To make matters worse, fate has designated a personal protection detail to prevent her power from falling into the wrong hands. If only she could figure out which hands are the right ones…

word count : 7.7k (chapter 1)

Pairing: BTS 0T7 x reader/oc

genre : BTS OT7 Reverse Harem Fanfiction, Fantasy AU, Vampire Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Smut

warnings : Explicit content, depictions of violence, abduction, minimal angst, sexual themes and eventual smut, alcohol and nicotine use, minors DNI. Viewer discretion is advised.

a/n : Greetings and salutations besties and beasties!

Welcome!

I appreciate every moment you may take to read my first attempt at a fanfic! While I'm new to posting I do hope that you will bare with me through the pains of late night editing and please be understanding of any misspellings or grammatical errors.

This story is a BTS reverse harem series, set in a fantasy au in which the members are vampires. While I do intend it to be a slow burn as of right now I'm a fan of the natural progression of a story, so we'll see where we end up. I'm an OT7 girly so please rest assured that if at any point your looking for your specific bias to have their moment, there will come a time! Rest assured!

Chapter 1: Forbidden Fruit

This was not the place for him tonight. Jimin noted it with quiet internal torment and a sigh while he swirled the amber liqueur in his glass. Tonight the club music assaulted his senses with its primal beat and screeching synthesizers. Typically it was an atmosphere he quite enjoyed, raging with exuberance and impulsivity, however on this particular occasion he was here for a purpose, which turned the excursion into more of a chore than a retreat. He was certain the expression he bore was one of peak disinterest.

Beside him, a bright eyed Taehyung was chatting up their bartender, Evie, with whom they'd secured a cordial relationship years ago because, well, everyone needs a bartender. Busan was a big city. Lots of good, bad and ugly but a good bartender was always something to hold on to. Jimin liked Evie well enough, especially once she started to learn him. When he was feeling chatty. When he wasn't.

She still hit on him at least once a night without fail but only once had she ever actually crossed over into actual suggestion. At the time he had entertained her as women generally found it intimidating when someone of his caliber showed interest. Something innate about him naturally warned them the moment he gave them his full attention, that it was something they should be wary of. Something instinctual. To Jimin's great pleasure she never made that mistake twice. Evie wasn't his type. She was his preferred bartender.

Evie could tell Jimin wasn't feeling especially talkative tonight so she kept his glass full and her chattiness directed at his very handsome best friend Taehyung. She had always been an attractive girl herself, something she'd been told many a time by many a person. She kept herself well maintained and a bit on the edgy side to match her slightly above mid-grade confidence, but the three most attractive men she had ever met, ever coveted, were not in the slightest bit interested in her. It punched pinholes in her self-assured self-image. Pinholes that occasionally tore at the edges widening ever so slightly and allowing some of the inner ugly she hid away to seep out. She was persistent. Evie saw these three men as victories to be won. Patches for those holes and so she was patient. Persistent and patient. Inevitably her time would come. After all, she made the best old-fashioned in Korea, an American style drink that Jimin was very fond of. She knew at the very least that he would always come back to her for a fix.

Meanwhile several feet away Jimin and Taehyung's youngest roommate was making his way across the seating section of the club toward the stairs to the dancefloor. His gaze was locked on a slender but tall brunette who wore far too many club bracelets to be anything less than a night owl and far too much makeup to give any idea as to what she might look like without it. The mystery was enough to entice. After all, Jungkook was a hunter who preferred to be surprised by his prey. If he had left the options to the other two it would have been over all too quickly. Too easy.

"Jungkook!" Suddenly your quiet voice was so clear over the roar of the music, despite the fact that you were about fifteen feet away, that it paralyzed him effectively derailing him from his charted course. He wondered if you understood how unlikely it was that anyone else would ever hear you at that decibel and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Turning about to find you in an instant. It wasn't as simple as your modest attire which, in a setting like this, made you stand out like a sore thumb. It wasn't even your big almond eyes glittering warmly as they caught the light of the computer beside you. It was your air, calm and earnest, smiling in that mild and friendly way that you more often displayed for him lately. It made you impossible to miss, yet somehow he had. Baffling.

You dropped your hand back to your lap still smiling at him and his eyes darted toward the bar to check his options. Glance shifting minutely he saw the bartender engaging his housemates and figured, although it was risky, he could spare a minute to keep you from getting the false impression that he didn't want to talk to you. He did. Another charming development that had become a more often than not recurrence as of late. He strolled over and his eyes flicked up again as he did, knowing full well it would have been best if he had given you that impression. He could given "friendly but politely preoccupied". Even dismissive would have been better than what he was about to do but before he knew it he was standing at your table next to the tall bar stool you perched upon, eyeing the virtual mountain of research surrounding your open laptop.

"How are you like this?" Jungkook laughed outright, unable to stop himself from resting his crossed arms on the table to drop his very tall stature to your level. A faint pink tinged your cheeks as he raised a comical brow at you. A lovely flush of color almost publicly undid him. Thankfully, his recovery was seamless. "Who comes to the club to study economics?"

"This is the perfect place to study economics!" With a laugh and quick shake of your head you shook off the alarming effect of his charming smile, pointing your finger at the bar. "Look, in that one space alone; production, consumption, and the transfer of wealth all occurring in controlled repetition. What more can you ask for? Don't get me started on the dance floor. Lot's of exchange happening there." You cringed a bit, he laughed at you again and then you laughed shyly along with him. You momentarily wondered if it was completely uncool how much you laughed around him.

Whereas, Jungkook was pondering how he'd recently discovered that strangely enough you didn't find him intimidating in the way most shy women did. You also didn't look at him like the perfect Michelin medium rare steak most other women did. Initially that was what had sparked his damnable curiosity. At first he thought, 'Smart girl. Impossibly naive. Must be an act. I'll play.' but as luck would have it you were pure as the driven snow and just really, really genuine. He liked that. Jungkook liked you. All the more reason he should have walked away tonight. Instead he lingered, enjoying sharing the same space with you outside of your normal classroom or campus encounters for just a moment too long.

"Oh, I've got a new joke for you guys! Check it out. A vampire, a werewolf and a hunter walk into a bar, right-"

"That must be Jungkook-ah's classmate." Jimin cut Evie off before she could finish what would no doubt have been a cringeworthy waste of breath and time. Immediately, Tae followed his line of sight landing on their younger with an intent eye. Jungkook was talking with an apparently plain young woman. It took only a second to register how pretty she actually was beneath her large rimmed glasses. She was a tad overweight for her short stature, not in an unappealing way to Taehyung despite the fact that he typically preferred the svelte athletic sort. To that point he'd had his eye on a blonde across the club for most of the night who was built like a professional model, lean and muscular and she walked like a giraffe. He was tall. He tended to like tall. But then there was you and you were womanly and curvaceous, not that it was initially obvious. In fact the more he observed you the more he noted the way your atrocious ensemble offset all of your best physical qualities, from the frump-tastic sweatshirt with the unicorn decal to the long maxi skirt blooming from beneath it or perhaps it was a dress? Heaven only knew what sort of pleated navy disaster-peice you adorned beneath it but when you crossed one knee over the other he was able to glimpse the simple white calf socks and ghastly off-white sketchers. Atrocious. He nearly laughed out loud. You were surely interesting. Curious and cute in those calculating spectacles and... you really were very pretty. Beautiful even. He found himself studying your face. Ventured to say that had you been born in his time you might have been the feature of a great many portraits.

"Looks like the youngest trouble maker has a thing for Minnie Mouse. There goes my last chance to marry into the family." Evie sighed with a sarcastic chuckle and both men were sure she had meant to sound less bitter. They smirked in unison. Evie didn't notice. "Can I get you another, Jimin?"

"Yes. Thank you, Evie."

"Always a pleasure." She filled his cup and thankfully before she could settle back into their corner she was summoned away by the other much busier and now frustrated bartender.

"You think that's the one he's been talking about?" Tae muttered quietly. Jimin's sharp ears picked it up with ease as he too surveyed you. You had a movement to you. Sure, you looked a bit like you shopped off the clearance rack at the department store and played dungeons and dragons with the same four guys since you were ten, but the way you ascended in Jungkook's presence... Jimin couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was like he was looking at a new and unidentified species of plant. Strange stalk but the flowers were vibrant and their soft petals reached for the sun without fear of being singed. Jimin could almost smell their sinfully delectable fragrance. He momentarily wondered if you were poisonous as with all naturally occurring beauty. In kind the way their youngest housemate drew into your presence was almost too familiar. He couldn't remember what it reminded him of. Just then Tae sighed.

"I don't know Hyung. She's clearly very innocent. He usually stays away from that type."

"He usually scares away that type."

"Don't we all. Not that it matters. They're rarely any fun." The younger man shrugged his head prying his eyes off you to glance at the origin of the eyes on him. "So, should I go pick up my little blonde friend? She's been staring for ten minutes now. I'm pretty sure I've got it in the bag."

"I don't know..." The eldest smirked, still watching the peculiar little exchange just thirty feet away, tapping his fingers absently along the bar top.

"Do you want to try for the punk rock princess the Maknae was about to engage?"

"No..." Jimin continued to drum away, his gaze intent, his lips curving into a sly grin as he felt Taehyung's illuminated eyes upon him.

"Hyung, Jungkookie said she was off limits." Tae chuckled knowingly and the older man quickly scoffed in response.

"When has that ever stopped you?"

"Aish, I'm trying to be better, remember? Respect thy brother? And just when did you become the evil twin?"

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm just enjoying the view. Besides, Jungkookie's taken quite a liking to her. He never does that. Color me intrigued."

"Seems you two aren't the only ones. At first I thought they were hooked onto him but..." Taehyung spun around on his seat to face Jimin. "I'd say they're definitely more interested in her." Jimin's attention flitted efficiently to the faces behind the pair of you until he landed on a group of people sitting in a booth across the lounge. Several well built males and two rather ferel looking females were clearly attempting to hide their interest, casting glances about the area but more often than not those looks landed on you. The true tell tale was how little they looked at each other when they spoke, consistently checking to make sure you were still present in your seat. Does not bode well. He thought. That is when the epiphany struck. Jimin took a deep breath honing in on you and then instantly he could almost taste it on his tongue. A particular fragrance, both sour and sweet like a fresh apple the day before it turns ripe. Unforgettable. Unmistakable.

"Very interesting." he muttered in appreciation. Tae appraised his best friend as, in between blinks, his eyes nearly reddened and then the facade was back in place. "I thought I recognized something about her." This was confusing to Taehyung. Jimin was always the picture of control in public. He never let that slip. It was instantly riveting. "Looks like our Maknae has found a sacred treasure."

"Oh really?"

"That modest young lady is the Senka." At this Taehyung's eyes widened. He didn't know much about it, but he knew this. Only one Senka was born to a generation and they were born with immense transformative power. Always human. Always coveted. He too sniffed the air and his eyes did turn red. It was just a moment but it had Jimin grinning as Tae let out a shaky breath composing himself.

"Well, fuck. She sure smells tasty." He smirked. "Hell of a lot better than that fuck off corner of dirty dog."

"Yes, she does. It's said that feeding from a Senka will increase a mystic's power to incredible proportions. Wolves being of the hierarchy have a good sense for these elusive beauties. Sadly they don't feed like we do."

"Oh no, that's right. They'll gobble her right up."

"And we can't have that can we?" Jimin nodded. "After all Jungkookie was adamant that she should be viewed as off limits, was he not? If he's that protective of her where it concerns the two of us it goes without saying that we can't leave the little rabbit to the wolves." At this Taehyung gave a dramatic drawn out groan, cocking his head to watch you and Jungkook simpering over each other.

"Seems like our options just dwindled down to boring."

"Junggoo-ah, introduce us to your friend?" Jimin smirked. Both men had approached so stealthily that it wasn't only you they startled. Jungkook's head whirled toward the two of them as he practically snapped upright. You might have thought his eyes appeared concerned, if not for the bright smile he gave them. For a moment it took you back to high school. Was the popular guy embarrassed to be caught talking to the nerdy girl? You'd met that cliche before.

"H-Hyung..."

"Hi, I'm Taehyung. This is Jimin-Hyung." The jet black haired man told you, gesturing to his friend who's hair color was almost a honey brown. There was something definitely roguish about the former. Something almost fairy-like about the latter. Then of course there was Jungkook. Jungkook was incredibly good looking. It had been crazy enough to you that he paid you any attention to begin with, let alone that you were normally somehow able to speak with him without embarrassing yourself; a feat that took you many years to accomplish even with the average person. Now enter his two stunning idol looking housemates and why were they talking to you? The vision of the three of them standing together was so stunning you were momentarily struck dumb. One second passed. Then two. On the third you noticed Taehyung's smile quirk at the corners into more of a grin and it wrenched you from your stupor.

"H-Hello, my name is Trinity. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." You ducked your head politely, hoping to hide the embarrassment you could feel reddening your ears. Jimin gave a beguiled smile, crossing a hand over his chest.

"Be still my heart. A formal lady in a club. You are a dying breed my dear." Everything about him from his movements to the gentle but high praise he awarded you was regal. Elegant, giving him every appearance of a distinguished gentleman.

"Trinity. That is... a wonderful name." Taehyung mused his eyes flitting briefly to Jungkook, who's friendly smile, unbeknownst to you, evaded his eyes.

"T-Thank you." You said first to Jimin, and then immediately to Taehyung. "A-And thank you! Taehyung is nice too!"

"He certainly can be when he wants to." The one known as Jimin laughed, his eyes creasing with mirth and you guessed mischief as he raised his glass to his lips. "This is the girl you were talking about right? The pretty one from your econ class?" You blushed crimson.

"Erm..." Jungkook cleared his throat nervously scratching the back of his head to stave off the pang of embarrassment. He thinks I'm pretty? Realization hit you like a train. That first morning three months ago when you'd assumed he was smiling at the person sitting on the other side of you whilst you nibbled on the back of your pen. The way he had occasionally placed his laptop bag on your seat to save it for you on days when he had arrived before you did. Just the other day he'd walked you to your next class. It was the longest conversation you'd had with him yet and only when he said goodbye and turned to leave did you learn his next class was at the same time as yours on the other side of the campus. Had he been... giving you special attention? Now he was blushing nervously as if to confirm it, and all the blood in your body had apparently diverted to your face.

"What a lovely color." Jimin noted with quiet humor. You weren't sure if you heard him correctly, but you suddenly felt the urge to play with the peeling vamp red nail polish on fingernails in your lap. The thought occurred that this Jimin fellow was quite lovely himself but more than anything you had to appreciate the elegant well-timed he was about to provide. "What's that you were drinking?" He asked, grabbing your attention back.

"Oh, um..." It took you a second to remember. "It's a Shirley Temple." At this Jungkook scoffed and then tipped his head back laughing. It was a beautiful and happy sound and you snorted at yourself. Right. Why were you being weird? He wasn't behaving any differently. So what if he did think you were pretty? It's not like it was something you needed to process immediately, especially in the presence of his roommates. Better to save it for later, when you took your laptop home to resume your studying where the idea of it could safely derail all other thoughts.

"You're doing homework at a club and you haven't had even have a sip of liquor?" Jungkook raised the other brow this time and the coinciding corner of his lips quirked with wry humor.

"I just wanted to get this last section done and then I was gonna... maybe. I don't know! Why are you looking at me like that?" You griped nervously at him.

"How about you finish up your section and Jungkook-ah and I will grab a round?" Jimin suggested then. Momentarily taken aback by the openness of invitation your eyes widened. It wasn't that you did want to. It was just that you weren't exactly the most social butterfly. The thought of joining their festivities was a little nerve-wracking. Given enough time you would absolutely blunder your way into some sort of awkward comment or gesture that would most definitely shatter the miraculous attraction you'd just found out about. But as you glanced Jungkook's way you saw something suddenly wayward about him. His typically exuberant friendly nature seemed lesser, denoting wariness or worry. It instantly made you want to comfort him. Afterall you certainly didn't want to be dismissive of his friend's generosity.

"That ok with you?" He asked then as if reading your face in return. Feeling emboldened by your desire to put him at ease you gave him your best grin. You weren't a baby. You'd had a few beers here and there. You could handle having a drink or two with them... You hoped.

"Sure! That sounds like fun!" Giving him your best affirmative nod you pointed back at your laptop and focused in as they smiled casually and turned for the bar.

Jungkook walked up to it with Jimin, forcefully maintaining a nonchalant appearance. In reality he was moments away from baring his teeth. Jimin, who was acutely aware of his dongsaeng's growing ire, ignored it, quickly ordering four very strong drinks from Evie with a pleasant and unassuming curve to his lovely mouth. The second she zoomed across the bar to complete the order, the youngest spoke carefully for only his Hyung's ears.

"If you're thinking what I think you are..."

"If you think I'm thinking that she's the one then you are correct."

"Not happening." The Jungkook almost snapped at him, barely turning his head but the authority in his tight tone was unmissable. Jimin loved the way it challenged, turning to him and leaning on the bar.

"Don't you want to know why we think that?" We? Fuck they've discussed. They're so fucking predictable.

"Not tonight." He shook his head once firmly, frustration threatening to boil over. "Probably not ever." This was the first time in a while he'd felt disappointed in his Hyungs. It wasn't often he asked them for anything. Never had he asked them to pardon someone from their hunting. Why couldn't they give him this one? It wasn't like you were exactly either of their type. Jimin preferred older women with regal sophistication and Taehyung was one for the street walkers or at least taller women with questionable motives. Was it just because he asked them to leave you alone? Just because they sniffed out that he actually was fond of you? Jimin angled his head to catch his eye but Jungkook denied him, staring directly ahead watching the crowd on the other side of the bar. The way the eldest sighed had the youngest setting his jaw defensively.

"Well that's awfully unfair, wouldn't you say?" At this, Jungkook, who didn't feel the conversation was open for debate turned his attention to Jimin's hand around his glass. Tensely, he reached out and took it from him, downing its remnants in an attempt to drown his temper.

"I'd say it's ridiculous that I asked you to leave this one girl alone and of course here we are."

"You've never shared well. It's my fault for spoiling you." That gave the Maknae pause. Jimin had indeed been very good to Jungkook. To both him and Taehyung, but where Tae was a best friend and accomplice to Jimin in many ways the elder doted on Jungkook like a younger brother. Jimin sheltered him, taught him, fed him and loved him. Saved him in almost every way. Perhaps he was being selfish but someone had to be selfish for you. And you were most certainly not the one for what they intended. His eyes softened. He calculated his response carefully, pursing his lips and then the next words he uttered were rather revealing.

"She's not like the others Hyung. She's not like anyone I've ever met."

"I see." The revelation hung in the air briefly but turned out to be more illuminating for Jungkook than it was for Jimin. The older male who had already put two and two together fixed himself with a small wry look and a nod as Jungkook's eyes slid closed in concession and he ran a hand through his soft dark brown locks. His next question had the younger of the two shaking his head with shame before he'd even finished. "So you're intent on protecting her, then?"

"Should have just stayed away from her."

"Answer the question, please." He prompted.

"Yes."

"Then it's really best you not fight me on this."

"I will. I'll win too." Finally Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's and locked. Their doe like shape not narrowed. Bold. Bold and brilliant and resolved as he offered quietly and as respectfully as possible, "You know that." This made Jimin's smile slide off his perfect plump lips. First he gave a reproachful exhale and then he tutted at him.

"Jungkook-ah come now. Do you honestly think I intend to hurt you?" He placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder in the most friendly manner but there was a warning there in his gentle palm. A dominance. "But If I did, let's be honest. You would lose." Jungkook had never been fearful of his Hyung. He did however know full well that Jimin was a force to be reckoned with. Whatever was happening he was missing it. Jimin rarely ever pushed him this hard. He seldom imposed his own will upon him or Taehyung, but the look in his eyes held authority and Jungkook was done mincing words. He was left with no choice but to ask. Why now? Why you?

"What are you angling for? I know you well enough to catch when you're beating around the bush. Spit it out."

"Have you noticed anything strange about her?"

"She's different. That's strange." He shrugged tensely. When you lived like he did, like they did, inevitably all personas started to fall within predictable categories. It was the norm. Not you though. You kept him guessing. Knowing that couldn't be what Jimin was referring to, he waited for more.

"How about anyone strange taking an interest in her. Has that happened at all? Perhaps someone new sitting closer to her in class? Striking up a conversation?" In fact he had seen something like that. Earlier that same day Jungkook had been rather displeased upon entering the lecture hall to find someone standing in front of his seat in the eighth row, blocking his access. A young woman, so it appeared from across the room, her long black hair cascading down her back in wild curls as she spoke to you. You seemed to be happy enough, though he had been prepared for one of the more dominant females in the class to take umbrage with how much he'd been engaging with you as of late and so he approached decisively. Once he was within about fifteen feet he noticed it. The smell. It had rained the night before and the scent of wet bark and mud clung to this individual reaching him and standing the hairs along his arms and the back of his neck on end. Thankfully you saw him coming before he'd had to intervene, calling out to him and then innocently, politely, you asked her to step aside so that he could sit. She'd happily moved but their eyes had connected. Just for a moment. It was a knowing connection and she hadn't lingered, giving you a friendly smile before she retreated two rows down to her own seat.

Jimin was watching as his eyes scanned the memory. Jungkook looked concerned and broody. The elder man found it adorable and scoffed, reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of tequila from the underbar and four shot glasses.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Ya, Park Jimin just what do you think you're doing-" Evie's lesser male counterpart began to rebuke lightly. Evie was quick to cut him off.

"Leave our best customers alone, MinMin! They're good for it." Jimin licked his lips, tipping his head to her with sly gratitude. It was a flirtatious move that she giggled over, placing the blue and purple cocktails on the counter before the young men and informing him: "It'll be on the tab." Then she scurried back to work.

"I'm confused."

"Your little friend is far from simply strange. I'd call her one in a billion. Several billion." Jimin deadpanned as he turned with the shot glasses and bottles in hand. Jungkook's eyes widened into saucers. He didn't expect that nor did he like the sound of it. Jimin's tone of voice was tepid. Almost pitying. "I'm sure you've noticed how she smells. The scent is difficult to place when they're still pure but unique all the same. Others have caught wind of it."

"What is she?"

"She's a Sacred Treasure. What's known as a Senka. Their origin has been told in many ways, but the details are not really a matter of great importance as of right now. Ten o-clock." Jimin muttered the last part to an increasingly concerned Jungkook who knew well enough to scan past that direction without landing his eyes on it. He noticed her immediately. The girl from his class. The one who'd gone out of her way to talk to you that day now sat with several others at a booth, her eyes cast in your direction. There was hunger in them. His gaze shifted immediately back to the bar top, his brow furrowing as Jimin finished his thought. "That, I would say, is gravely important."

"They're on the hunt." Jungkook snarled, recognizing the situation for what it was but still he had trouble processing the new knowledge. "They've marked her. Why, because she's this Senka thing?"

"She's forbidden fruit. Delectable, powerful, and above all else desirable to all things mystic. Obviously you're familiar with that much. Built like a human though, so she's weak. They lack the ability to use their own power. It's likely she's just as unaware of herself as the rest of the mortal world is of us." Jungkook knew what that meant and he didn't doubt it for a second. You were easy prey. A sitting duck.

"Fuck." He finally growled. For a minute he thought it over. There weren't many options. The truth brought to life left him with many sudden feelings. Frustration. Possessiveness. He turned and glanced at you briefly. You were doing that thing he found so endearing, staring off into space at your computer screen making an utterly ridiculous face, the tip of your pink little tongue poking out from the corner of your raspberry lips. Completely unaware of even the way Taehyung was watching you and he was sitting less than two feet to your left. That was when he felt fear. It was quick and sharp and then it turned to anger. "I'll take care of them."

"You would drag us into a fight for her?" Jimin probed, gently but deliberately.

"I don't need help, Hyung. I can handle them on my own."

"You're missing the point, Jungkookie." eluded the eldest as Jungkook began to gather the cocktails. "More and more will come. All different kinds from all different places and they'll all want the same thing. You're going to fight them all on your own for a young lady you barely know?"

His words gave pause. Jungkook knew the answer to his question much quicker than he had expected to. It saddened him. He should have protected you sooner. Should have protected you from this. From himself. From all of them. No good would ever come from these feelings. He knew that. Especially not now. But, at the very least, he could keep you alive. They could.

"I..." He trailed, unable to finish his sentence aloud but he looked to Jimin, his wise Hyung and Jimin nodded, his pleasant smile returning.

"Then she's the one." He declared. "And you won't be doing it alone, so you'll have to share."

"This isn't right. It's not fair."

"We all make sacrifices for what we want."

"I meant for her."

"No, sadly I suppose it's not. But she's a sweet little thing. She'll come around."

You were supposed to be finishing the paragraph before you. You knew that, but you'd read the last sentence over twenty times now and still couldn't understand what it said. These men were enigmas. You knew that much as you stared back at your computer screen, its blinking cursor hovering at the edge of the last word you had managed to type before spotting Jungkook. You had only caught glimpses of his other two roommates once or twice around campus but they were popular names whispered in the corners of all lecture halls in between turning pages and changing slides.

You'd heard some of the rumors. As expected most had depicted them as the most desirable, most emotionally unavailable men at Puson College. Park Jimin being the youngest sophisticate to teach philosophy in the history of the school was often overshadowed by recants of his open-classroom teaching methods and soft almond eyes. Kim Taehyung was known for his diligent assistance alongside Professor Yu, the college's charismatic psychology head, but better known still among the female students as Pusan's resident playboy. His reputation was certainly the loudest.

Virtually everyone you knew drooled and dreamt over them. Some said they were all Chaebols, filthy rich and heirs to their family fortunes. One could surmise it was a possibility given their impeccable tastes and brand name clothing but it was all just conjecture. Truth be told you didn't understand why it mattered what they were. If not them it would be something or someone else. The masses would always find a distraction to chatter about and there was never any shortage of gossipers turning their ire to you due to your lack of desire to participate. That being said... Now that you were to share drinks and pleasant discourse with them you did wish you knew more about them.

Somewhere around the five minute mark you caught that you spaced out the moment before Jungkook and Jimin left. Yet it appeared you had not been left alone as you had initially assumed. You'd sat here silently staring off into the backlight of your computer screen without even addressing the presence that still remained near, for at least five minutes. There was panic. Instant panic, wide eyed as you looked up to find the black haired Kim Taehyung had taken up the stool beside you. There he was, leaning his chin on his hand, a subtle smirk playing at his lips whilst he reviewed a paper he'd plucked from your mess. Like it was the most naturally thing in the world to him, he sat quietly, casually reading over your thesis... Your THESIS?! Your heart skipped.

"Um. That's... n-not finished. It's just a bunch of thoughts. A cacophony really." You sighed embarrassed at the gibberish he probably took it for. That was when you noticed that Taehyung had seductively shaped eyes, if there was such a thing, that fluttered to you and lingered, capturing your gaze. In fact that wasn't thing only thing they caught as your breath lodged halfway down your throat. In that moment you forgot how to dislodge it but in the next he'd smiled, or rather it was more of a lighthearted smirk. Then he looked back and nodded, continuing to read it anyway, and thankfully once again you could partake in the enjoyment of air.

"Your wording lacks conviction at times but the ideas are there."

"Thank you. That's very helpful advice." A happiness washed over you. His gaze returned with a smirk as if he expected to find sarcasm in yours. To Taehyung's surprise all that awaited him was sincerity. You knew the draft was lacking strength. The truth was you were still trying to work it out in your own mind, and thought it was awfully kind of him to show an interest in it. Taehyung thought it was awfully strange how the next words left his lips with equal sincerity. He wasn't the sincere one. That was more Jungkook's territory but the offer came none-the-less.

"You're welcome. I'd be happy to help you with it if you like. I had MinSang-Hyung two years ago. He's a bit of a Nazi."

"Don't I know it. Some of the hardest A minuses I've ever had to work for, but at least he doesn't hand out yellow stars." You had the instant sense to be appalled by what you had just uttered so callously. There was absolutely nothing funny about the holocaust. There had never been anything funny about it so WHY did your mouth betray you so by crafting such an insensitive and thoughtless, not to mention inappropriate-

"Did you just crack a holocaust joke?" Kim Taehyung, the modern adonis himself was staring blankly at you awaiting your answer as he returned the paper he'd held to the pile. You gawked for a moment, still caught up in sheer mortification you closed your eyes and quickly nodded.

"I need to repent. Please light me on fire."

"Terrible!" He cackled, reeling with pure glee. The boisterous sound shocked you a bit but nervously you peaked to find his boxy smile was fascinating. "Gotta say I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to have such a dark sense of humor." You gave him a nervous one of your own shaking your head.

"Senseless. A senseless and insensitive sense. I'm going straight to hell for that one." Something unexpected crossed behind his eyes, like a shadow or flicker of dark. His lips twitched devilishly as he leaned just the slightest bit closer to you. Just as Jungkook and Jimin approached with four drinks he polished his off, and then whispered.

"Could be a fun ride."

The next thing you knew it was two hours past when you had initially intended to leave. You were never much for the "yolo" lifestyle but there you were at two in the morning, drunkenly playing a game of truth or drink with three supposed Chaebols. Somehow on your third round of these fruity cocktails, you had asked them twice now what they were called because they were absolutely delicious but you kept forgetting the name. You blamed the two shots of tequila.

It was obvious before the game even began that they knew each other remarkably well but it was during the first few questions that you'd discovered they were roommates. That made sense. They teased each other like brothers, and attractive people did tend to flock together but their personalities seemed so different. They were all sociable but Jimin appeared to have the most proper manners. He was almost regal and there was an old fashioned sense about him. They were all fashionable intellectuals but Taehyung appeared to be the most fashion forward and studious. They were all kind and funny but Jungkook was still the one you felt was the most open and unguarded. Their bond was pleasant to observe but it also meant that most of their questions were trained on you being that you held the most truths untold to them.

"Alright. Alright. My turn." Taehyung poured another round of shots from the expensive looking bottle. He had an airy mischief to him that you thought seemed really fun. He turned to you, predictably enough and placed a shot before you. It made you a bit nervous as he smirked. "So Trinity, out of the three of us, who would you say is the most dateable?" You nearly choked on your drink. You should have known inevitably that an uncomfortable question would arise.

"I wouldn't presume to know." You chuckled, shrugging the question off, the liquor smoothing out your normally nervous edges. While Jimin and Taehyung seemed amused by your response, you couldn't bring yourself to look at Jungkook. To be honest you'd thought about him in that sort of sense once or twice lately but you felt he was very much too handsome for the likes of you. That aside you didn't have any time for such things as romance. You worked three part time jobs outside of school. You had a massive class workload.

"Oh, that's cheap." Taehyung scoffed, flicking his wispy black hair back into perfect place. "Aren't you in class with Jungkookie? He's not a cad in class is he?"

"No! Not at all! W-What?!" You blanched looking up to see Jungkook shaking his head. It was the slight twitch of his lips and the tint of pink at his cheeks that caused you to trail your next sentence. "He's..."

"He's what? What exactly do you think of him?" Jimin saw the opportunity leaning in and angling his head to a coy tilt. Something about it was comforting, you noticed. Perhaps it was the friendly way his almond eyes sparkled. "Spill or drink." You felt the need to answer him. Especially now that the subject had been pushed and you didn't want Jungkook to think you disliked or thought little of him.

"He's very kind... and respectable." You nodded affirmatively. At this Jungkook' lips curved in a charming way. Amusement crinkled Jimin's eyes and Taehyung out right laughed. "What?!" You laughed, joining them. "I don't know what you want from me! Fine. I'll drink." you picked up your shot and downed it. Immediately you discovered that was a mistake because the second you did all five previous drinks smashed into you all at once. As you coughed and winced at the burn, your head spun and they all seemed to notice but it was Taehyung who reached out placing a hand on your arm.

"You alright?"

"I'm good." You reassured nodding emphatically and clearing your throat. "Would you mind keeping an eye on this stuff for a minute? I'm just gonna run to the restroom."

"Of course." Jungkook said. In the haze you'd settled into, you missed the way he eyed Taehyung's hand placement. "We'll be right here." He smiled at you. You really enjoyed his smile, but now more so than ever it made you tingle. It was a foreign feeling and you shook your head at it as you sloppily made to dismount your stool.

"Woah." Several voices said at once. It was a good thing Taehyung already had a hand on you because you might have toppled over. Jungkook was quick too bracing you with an arm around your back. His gallantry brought him much closer to you than he'd ever been which only served to spin your head again. It was clear his intentions far purer than your muddled inebriated thoughts as you looked up into his face.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, worried.

"Yeah. Just embarrassingly lightweight." you joked brushing them off with a smile to quell their concern and then you scurried off to the bathroom as fast as your numb legs would take you. Once there you quickly removed your glasses and splashed some cold water on your face to quell the growing nausea you were experiencing. The water was refreshing and you sighed with relief looking up at your blurry reflection in the mirror. That's when you noticed movement behind you. For some reason you had thought the bathroom was vacant.

"I'm sorry. I'll get out of your way." you apologized assuming that since there was only one sink the woman behind you must have been waiting to use it.

"Trinity?" She asked then. "Are you feeling alright. You look a little green." The voice wasn't one you recognized but she seemed to know you. After a second you managed to fumble your glasses back on and then jumped. It wasn't the who as much as it was the proximity.

"S-Serena!" Christ, she was less than a foot away. The girl seemed to have no concept of personal space what-so-ever. It was the same earlier that day when she came to you in class. She seemed nice enough and to have taken a liking to you recently but something about her big green eyes unsettled you, not that you'd ever admit it aloud. "You scared me. " You chuckled. "I'm alright. I just had one drink too many I think."

"Here, I have just the thing for it." She remarked with a grin placing her purse atop the counter and rummaging through it. She withdrew a small vial, a shiny clear liquid sloshing within. "I made it just today so it's nice and fresh."

"Oh. Um. Thank you, but I'm going to head out soon. I'm just going to take some Tylenol back at my apartment and try to sleep it off." You declined but she held it out to you expectantly.

"Relax Trin, its not poison." She laughed. It's a natural remedy to strengthen the constitution. If you would accept my offer to join the Holistic Club you could make it yourself." She angled raising a friendly but comical eyebrow. "Here. Take it." You felt quite uneasy as she pulled the tiny stopper out of it and held it out almost under your nose. You didn't want to be rude but you barely new Serena. She was nice and a bit pushy but you didn't like the idea of taking some home crafted medicine without knowledge of it or its components. Especially in a nightclub bathroom.

"A-Actually, I'm really alright, Serena. But I appreciate the... thought..." You trailed off watching as her smile slipped from her face and her eyes gleamed. There was a moment of strange silence. You weren't sure why she was looking at you like that but you had clearly offended her with your refusal. Maybe I should... I doubt a fellow student would give me anything to- Your train of thought was interrupted by the hand that harshly snatched your jaw. You yelped as you were smashed into the bathroom, your head clacking loudly against the tile. It hurt; made the room spin again. Absolutely flabbergasted you grasped at her wrist attempting to pry it away, searching her expression which had grown cold and cruel.

"Serena! What-"

"Shut up and drink it!" She spat, fury radiating from her wild, snarling face.

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Alright lovelies, looks like we made it! How's everybody feeling? Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter as the next one will be a bit more illuminating. I have it locked and loaded and ready to go, but I am hoping for at least 10 likes before I drop it here. Let me know your thoughts on the chapter and enjoy these AI scene photos! Please remember AI is finicky, particularly with hands so if you notice extra fingers or anything else that might be a bit off I SWEAR, I did my best.

Here we have an ai photo of our girl noticing Jungkook.

And what Jimin and Taehyung might have seen from their perspective at the bar.

*wink wink*

WARNING: This chapter was candy. The next chapter will be perilous and macabre. There will be violence, dark themes, and explicit content.

[madelynhimegami]

Raffina Guide

Things've been pretty eventful for me the past several days, so this took a tad longer to finish it. But now finished it is. I believe there's just Schezo left, and then it'll be left up to me who goes next, pending a request for anybody specific.

Raffina is a firm believer in hard work and diligence.

That naturally involves physical training and maintaining her appearance, but it also includes her studies.

Raffina has the second-highest grades of the main Primp kids' year, second only to Klug.

Despite that, she used to call Amitie her rival instead of Klug, because at the time she believed that Amitie succeeded-- especially where magic is concerned-- through talent instead of working her ass off. Which to Raffina is personally insulting.

Nowadays, Raffina acknowledges that her friends from school (even if she is very reluctant to describe them as such) are also trying to do their best, in their own way. And yes, that includes Klug, too.

Raffina genuinely does respect Klug for his efforts at his studies. He earned the top spot and is continuing to defend it, despite her efforts.

Raffina also considers Klug to be an anchor of sorts. The mere image of Klug chastising her for falling prey to an illusion was enough for her to recognize it and break out.

She would actually greatly appreciate it if Klug respected her back.

Unfortunately, Klug still finds the need to push Raffina's buttons because of his own inferiority complex (but that's the last post).

As mentioned in said last post, Raffina tends to think similarly to Klug, to the point that their dialogue mirrors each other sometimes.

Raffina is haughty, sometimes arrogant, but she's also proud. She doesn't put on false airs and does not stoop to anything beneath her.

She also has very little patience for those that do put on airs. Or silly behavior in general, for that matter.

Really, she's not a very patient person. She gets aggravated easily and lashes out at the source(s) of her annoyance when pushed.

For the most part, Raffina attempts to speak formally and politely. But she slips out of that kind of speech when she gets provoked or worked up and instead becomes rude.

A running gag of hers (moreso in Japanese than English) is that she'll notice too late that she wasn't being polite and will hastily append a more formal ending to her sentence after the fact. The English equivalent would be like if she said "Shut the fuuuu-- fudge up!"

Raffina's family has a history of excellent magic proficiency-- a reputation continued by her two older sisters.

She's sensitive about her lack of magic, and gets very cross very quickly by even passing comments.

Any mention of how she uses her bag to make up for said lack of magic immediately activates her fight-or-flight instinct.

Raffina is perfectly willing to try new things if it helps her become stronger, prettier, or even more capable.

Her beauty routine is just as thorough as her excercise routine.

Her diet, meanwhile, seems to consist almost entirely of protein. Or at least her school lunches do. Ham, bacon, sausage, roast beef, eggs, etc.

Even if she tries to avoid them, she is very much tempted by sweets. She tries to hide it, but she's been seen trying to cut a bargain on cake.

Which leads to something else: while her family may be wealthy, Raffina herself does not seem to have all that much.

She is eager for chances to gain money, jewelry, land, or political power.

Raffina is sapphic. No, that's not a headcanon. Whether she's bi or gay (with internalized comphet) is still up for debate, but there's really no heterosexual explanation for dreaming about multiple girls around your age approaching you in succession to confess romantic feelings.

(What is a headcanon, specifically mine, is that she admires Rulue as the older sister she wanted but didn't grow up with)

Though Raffina claims to not be afraid of anything, she doesn't seem to handle dogs very well. Or at least is nervous around Baldanders.

And of course, she's scared of having the secret of her bag becoming known.

Among other feats of strength, Raffina is capable of lifting a boulder with her bare hands (but not uprooting a large tree)

[ominouslywritinginmyhead]

Pairing: Makoto Tachibana x F!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining (of a sort)

Notes and Warnings: F!reader, slight canon divergence, Reader is 1 grade older than Makoto & has known him and Haru since childhood, set shortly after S1, reader is implied to experience bullying and social ostracism at school, Rin and Nagisa are unfairly scapegoated in this and I am SO sorry about that, my sincerest apologies to Rin and Nagisa fans for the in-universe slander bc I genuinely like them both as characters

Recommended listening: PLEDGE (the GazettE)

He finds you on the roof. Again.

You don’t even look up from your book as the door creaks open and you hear his footsteps approaching. The days are getting colder, and it’ll soon be time for university entrance exams. You might as well use the extra time to read.

“Senpai, did you eat lunch?” Makoto asks. Always the caring figure, even though you’re older than him. It stopped bugging you around four years ago.

In response, you show him an empty bento with one hand, the other still holding your book. Your mom will kill you if you don’t maintain a balanced diet during this crucial time period - you’ve grown up hearing horror stories from around the world about students collapsing during exams, being hospitalised on test days, and more. You need to eat well and sleep well if you want to do well this winter.

It’s your only hope of getting out.

“What are you reading?” is the next question you hear from Makoto as you put your bento away. He leans down and stares at the book cover hiding your face. “The Hunger Games…senpai, you’re reading this in English?” He almost yelps. “Isn’t it hard?”

“Not if you consider it the best book of all time.” You grin while dusting crumbs off your school skirt. “It’s not one of those two-hundred-year-old classics, so the vocabulary isn’t all that difficult. You should try it sometime.”

Makoto sits down beside you, legs crossed. “I’ll think about it,” he chuckles, because it’s a running joke between you two that English is your best subject while being his worst.

“Where’s Haru?” You ask.

“Helping Amakata-sensei with some classroom supplies,” Makoto tells you.

Truth be told, you knew that already; you saw Haru in the hallway just a few minutes ago. You just want to hear Makoto’s voice.

Ever since he and Haru restarted the swimming club, you’ve hardly gotten to spend any time with him. For six whole months it was always, “sorry, I’ve got club practice” or “sorry, we have a tournament coming up” or “sorry, my training camp starts tomorrow.”

A part of you hates that first-year - Nagisa - for coming up with all his hare-brained schemes, and another part of you hates Makoto for actually going along with them. The fact that he chose some Matsuoka kid over you still makes your blood boil. You knew him for, what, a year? You wanted to scream. You’ve known me your whole damn life!

It was always supposed to be the three of you - you, Makoto, and Haru. Walking home from school together. Going into the city together. Hanging out at each other’s houses. Even if Makoto and Haru were best friends, they never made you feel like an outsider. It didn’t matter that you were one grade ahead, or that your own classmates stifled their laughter every time you spoke, words stumbling over each other, or every time you wrote on the board with a shaking hand. Your real friends never judged you.

And when they joined you in high school, a part of you hoped…especially since April, when you and Makoto spent almost the entire first week together when Haru ditched…

Well, there’s no time to think about it now. You have books to finish and entrance exams to study for when you get home. Dwelling on how lonely you’ve been this year won’t change the past.

You’ll have time to make friends and date boys in Tokyo.

“Done with the swimming season?” You ask casually, hoping the word swimming doesn’t drown in the hatred you’ve had for it since the spring.

“Pretty much,” Makoto says, leaning against the railings that line the roof. “We have meetings every so often, and a few joint practices with Rin and the others at Samezuka, but the tournaments are over, so I’ve got a lot more time on my hands.”

There it is again. Rin. Samezuka.

You’ve haven’t seen Rin since he was in elementary school, but you hate him. If he hadn’t come back from Australia, you wouldn’t have lost the only friends you have left in the whole world.

You close your book. “I should go,” you say flatly. “I have a meeting with my homeroom teacher later.”

The meeting is in half an hour, but Makoto doesn’t need to know that.

Turning, you grab your bento and are about to stand up, when Makoto calls out, “Wait!”

It’s the plea in his voice that makes you pause.

And for the first time in weeks, if not months, you finally get a proper look at Makoto Tachibana.

He was always tall and well-built, but there’s something about him that’s different now. His shoulders seem broader, and there’s a firmness to his jaw that you’re certain wasn’t there six months ago. His green eyes bore into you with a determination you’ve definitely never seen before.

There’s one more thing that hits you only now.

When Makoto was little, he always made himself smaller, retreating into his shell the way you do now. He seemed uncomfortable with the amount of space he took up, even as a kid, hunching his shoulders and looking anywhere but ahead. But now he sits straight-backed, looking much more relaxed in his body than he has in years. It’s as if there’s a completely new Makoto Tachibana sitting beside you, gazing at you with concern. Is this because he’s gotten back into swimming? “Is…is something wrong?” You ask hesitantly.

“Senpai, I…” Makoto bites his lip. “I’m sorry I haven’t hung out with you much this year. The swimming club took up a lot of my time, what with me being Captain and having all those training camps and tournaments.”

You blink. This wasn’t what you were expecting. But Makoto Tachibana has never liked conforming to people’s expectations. You’ve seen him almost your entire life - you know this better than anyone else. Except maybe Haru.

Makoto isn’t done. “I saw you during the lunch breaks, heading to the roof like today. I wish…I wish I’d called you over. Maybe you could’ve been part of the club.”

“Like…like a manager or some, uh, something?” You manage. Oh, come on!

You hate it when your voice shakes like this around Makoto. He’s your closest friend, why are you panicking around him? You didn’t even blush seven months ago when you realised you liked him!

“Maybe,” he muses. “Or you could’ve been a swimmer too and we could’ve started a girl’s team.”

“I’m not much of a swimmer,” you admit. “Haven’t been since we were at the pool together. And nobody would join the club if I was there.”

“That’s not true!” Makoto says hotly.

You smile bitterly. “You know what they say about me. How much they laugh at me. I can’t be in any club while I’m in Iwatobi. I have no chances left. Why do you think I’m going to Tokyo?”

He looks away, but the expression on his face isn’t one of fear and shyness, the way it used to be eight, nine years ago, when you were all swimmers at the ITSC.

No, that’s an expression of shame.

“I should’ve said something,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I know you better than anyone else here, senpai. We could’ve done something. You would’ve loved the swimming club, I’m sure of it.”

“The damage was done before you even started high school,” you tell him. “I’ll always be the unpopular, weird girl who sits alone all the time and can’t make friends. At least Tokyo’s big enough that I’ll get more than one chance to try again.”

Makoto looks up at you, shame still lingering in his eyes. “Senpai, I’m sorry. You’re still one of my closest friends, and I wish I could make things right. I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long, e-especially since…”

He blushes and looks away, and your heart skips a beat. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

You smile. None of it matters. Not anymore. Just knowing how much he cares is all you need. “It’s okay,” you say softly. “You being here is enough to make things right.”

When Makoto turns back to face you and the shame in his gleaming green eyes is replaced by hope, you know it’s going to be okay. “Are you sure?” He asks, voice as soft as yours.

“I am.”

Finally, he smiles back, cheeks still bright pink. “I was thinking about going to Tottori and seeing a movie next weekend. Would you like to come along? We haven’t watched a movie together in ages.”

“That sounds nice. I’d love to! What do you have in mind?”

“I’m not sure yet…unless there’s something in particular you’d like to check out?”

“Well…” you think about it for a moment. “There’s this really cool horror movie I’ve been hearing about…”

All the blood drains from Makoto’s face, and you burst out laughing. “Just kidding. I’d never do that to you. Well, not on purpose anyway. Hang on, let’s check what’s playing next week.”

You whip out your phone, not even noticing Makoto leaning in for a closer look. His light brown hair tickles your cheek, his arm brushing against yours. You don’t notice him looking at you instead of at your phone as you read out all the movies being screened at the theaters this month. You don’t see his eyes soften as he watches you, his smile widen as he listens to the excited tone of your voice. You don’t realise that your free hand is just micrometers away from his.

You’re just happy to have your friend back.

****

The weekend you spend with Makoto is as fun as any other day you’ve spent with him all these years, even if nothing comes from it. He’s still got club activities and his own future to think about, and you’ll be studying for entrance exams anyway.

You leave for Tokyo in the spring with no regrets, the burden of your girlhood lifted from your shoulders as you prepare for a fresh start in a new world. You stay in touch with your old friends and make new ones, but somehow, dating never really makes it into your plans.

Makoto continues on his own path, reflecting on the experiences he’s had as a swimmer and what his friends and family look to him for. He has his dreams, and he wants to devote himself to those dreams wholeheartedly.

But on his own graduation day one year later, he removes the first button of his school blazer and wraps it in soft felt paper, slipping it into his wallet.

He’ll give it to you when he sees you again.

Part 2 can be found here :)

[ploxpoke]

Izana X fem!reader

Tw- Smoking, mentions of violence, bad words (lmao)

Fluff with Izana bc I love him <3

Title: ♥ Out Of My League ♥

Izana was in your grade, and despite the two of you being in vastly differing social circles, Izana was interested in you. He’d been watching you for a while now, but he knew better than to approach you head on. He didn’t know what made you attractive to him but all he wanted was your attention. He wanted to make sure you were safe, comfortable, and protected. 

One day Izana saw you walk up to the roof, presumably to eat lunch. He followed you up and he watched you sit down and begin to eat your lunch and took this as an opportunity to talk to you. He walked towards you, his face fixed into a cold and calculating expression. He looks down at you and asks “Who are you?”

You were shocked by his sudden appearance and felt your heart skip a beat. You turned around slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. Your cheeks were flushed from both embarrassment and surprise and you  hesitated before answering 

“I-I'm Y/n”

 You say quietly, trying not to sound too timid. You  glanced back towards your food before speaking again

“And uh- I came here to eat my lunch today, since it's pretty empty up here and all... “

You pause for a second before you  feel a pang of guilt, you were probably bothering him you told yourself.

 “Do you eat here? Am I in the way?”

 You  asked while looking up at him nervously, wondering if he would react negatively to your presence. “I'm sorry- I can just leave if you'd like.” You quickly stand up, about to leave. You feel a sense of dread and you  hope he's not too mad at you. “I'm sorry-”

 Izana raises an eyebrow at your response, clearly surprised by your reaction to his presence, but he maintains his cold demeanor nonetheless.  He leans against the wall beside you, crossing one leg over the other as he observes you carefully. His eyes narrow slightly, taking note of your nervous behavior and the fact that you seemed to be struggling with whether or not you should stay.

“You’re not in the way,Y/n. You can stay here if you want to, I don’t mind.” He says simply, causing your heart to flutter “So, why do you come up here to eat alone?”

You  felt a surge of relief upon hearing him say that you could stay, but then you noticed how his tone had changed and he asked you why you were alone. You froze for a second, unsure of how to answer him. 

You didn't want to seem rude or disrespectful, but at the same time, you didn't want to give him an honest answer, since the truth was that you were ruthlessly bullied. “Uh... I don't really have many friends, so I thought it would be better to be alone. I like the quiet mostly”  You said quietly, not meeting his gaze and keeping your eyes glued to the ground. You had  tried to keep your answer short and sweet, hoping that he wouldn't pry more into your personal life and prayed he'd leave you alone instead of messing with you.

You felt some guilt for not telling the whole truth but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Despite saying that, you still  hoped that he wouldn't think you were some kind of loser or something, even if you  were to most people, because you really did  like him and he was quite popular with the girls at school.

Izana listened intently to your response, his expression remaining impassive, but internally, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for you. He had always been fascinated by those weaker than him, and now that he had identified you as someone who needed protection, he found himself drawn to you even more.

However, he knew that he couldn't let anyone see this vulnerability, especially not someone like you.

“Fine, I understand, Y/n.”  He said softly, still maintaining his cold exterior but somehow making it sound more gentle at the same time.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one without actually asking if you wanted one. “Would you mind lighting mine for me?”

You were taken aback by his request, feeling your cheeks turn bright red from both shock and embarrassment. You’d never smoked a cigarette before nor did you plan to, but despite that, you agreed to light his cigarette for him.

“Uhm- sure, I guess I can” 

  You lit his cigarette, your hands shaking slightly as you did so having never used a lighter.

You don't exactly like smoking, but you don't say anything about it. you can smell the smoke and your face scrunches a little from the smell. You  keep your eyes focused on the ground and you try to ignore the fact that you hate the smell of smoke

Izana watched you closely as you lit his cigarette, noticing your discomfort with the scent of the cigarette smoke, but he maintained his cold exterior. He took a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling slowly, causing the smoke to swirl around him. He then leaned forward slightly, reaching out with his free hand to take yours, pulling you closer to him and placing the cigarette between your lips.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him while whispering into your ear

“Take a deep breath, Y/n.. Inhale deeply.” He commanded, his voice low and firm, but also strangely gentle at the same time.

Your heart raced as you felt his strong embrace and you took a deep breath, inhaling the cigarette smoke that fills your lungs. You coughed slightly, trying to hide your discomfort and you looked up at him through your lashes, but still not daring to look into his eyes. You quickly look back down, not wanting him to notice you staring at him. 

Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were wide, but your body relaxed slightly against his as he held you close. The scent of the cigarette filled your nose and made you slightly nauseous, but you didn't complain. You feel a slight burn in the back of your throat and you hate the sensation.

 You coughed a little more and the taste of tobacco and smoke was stuck in your mouth and you hated it but you didn't dare say a word about it. You never wanted this moment to end.

The cigarette smoke mixed with the scent of his cologne and you breathed it in deeply, savoring every moment of being close to him, even though you knew you shouldn't. You tried to focus on everything but the disgusting smell and taste of the cigarette. You can't bring yourself to look at him but you can feel him staring at you.

Izana watched you closely as you took a deep breath, taking note of your discomfort with the cigarette smoke. He saw your hesitation and decided to pull the cigarette away from your lips, putting it out on the roof of the building before he placed it back in his pocket.

  He then wrapped his arms around you even more tightly, pulling you against his chest and resting his chin on top of your head.”You don't like it, do you?” He asked softly, his voice full of concern. 

Despite his dominating nature, he genuinely cared about your comfort and well-being. His arms tightened around you, squeezing you reassuringly as he whispered into your ear. “It's alright if you don't like it.”

He could tell you were worried about something and he murmured to you, his voice honey sweet, “Don't worry, y/n. You're safe here with me.”  His tone was low and soothing, but also possessive, as if he was claiming you as his own.

You nodded against his chest, not looking at him, but feeling his strong arms around you and his warmth. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body and it made you feel safe, despite the fact that he was a stranger to you. 

You  couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t know him that well, you just felt protected. You felt his lips near your ear and you turned your head slightly, wanting to look at him but something in your mind told you you didn’t deserve to so you don't and instead you stare at the ground

“Yeah... I really don't like it.” You whispered back, not meeting his gaze. You felt his chin on your head and smiled slightly. You could tell he was smiling but you still don’t look up at him.

“The taste is gross and the smell makes me want to throw up... reminds me of things I don't want to remember like...-”

You trailed off, not finishing your sentence. You shudder a little and you open your mouth to say something else when you hear people walking up the stairs to the roof. You realize that it's people you usually see Izana with. Other  students say they're all in a gang, and you hold your breath for a second nervously. You know those people, and they're not the nicest. You always tended to believe that at least some of them were in gangs. 

Izana heard the footsteps approaching and immediately recognized the sound of his friends, the members of the Tenjiku gang. He tightened his arms around you slightly, pulling you even closer to him as he glanced over his shoulder towards the source of the noise.He spoke softly into your ear

 “Don't worry, Y/n”.. They won't bother us right now.”

 He said reassuringly, even though he knew that wasn't entirely true. His friends often came to the rooftop to hang out with him, and occasionally they would get rowdy and start fighting or arguing with each other. But for now, he wanted to keep you safe from their prying eyes and judgmental gazes. 

"Well, they won't bother you... maybe each other but I won't let them bother you…”

You listened to his words and felt a sudden surge of relief. You didn't know why, but the thought of his friends seeing you with him, especially since he’d never really spoken to you before made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

You didn't understand why, but your gut told you to be wary of him and you couldn't help but listen to it. As the footsteps grew closer, you  held your breath and felt his arms tighten around you. You knew he was protecting you, but there was something in his demeanor that told you that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. 

You hide your face, not wanting anyone to see you at all anymore. You  knew the people weren't going to leave and you knew Izana wouldn't let you leave so you did your best to avoid eye contact and kept your eyes on the ground

The footsteps stopped and you heard voices, and you  recognized two of them as people you’ve seen Izana talking to quite often. you know who they are, Rindou and Ran Haitani . 

The two brothers were calling out for Izana, and when they saw him, they didn't notice you at first. Several other boys joined them before they realized you were even there. Izana kept his grip on you tight and the boys just stared at you for a second, not knowing how to react to your presence.

Rindou and Ran, stopped in front of Izana, their faces filled with surprise as they noticed him holding onto you. Rindou glanced at you briefly before turning back to Izana, his eyebrow raised in question. 

"Izana... Who's this? You've got a grip on her like you don't want her running away. Did she do something?"

Rindou asked curiously, while Ran frowned in confusion, clearly not understanding why Izana had brought someone up here with him.

 "She looks pretty frail, you might break her if you're not careful" Ran jokes

One of the other members of the gang; Kanji, walked over to join them, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked at them. "What's going on here?" He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared.

 "What'd she do huh? We need to kick her ass or something?" He glanced at you with an unimpressed expression.

 You flinched as the boys started asking questions, and youI felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, but Izana's tight grip around you and his reassuring presence gave you strength.

You  didn't dare speak up, and you didn't move an inch. You felt like a doll in his hands, and you hated it, but you also knew that if you moved or tried to run away, nothing good would come out of it. So, you  remained silent, trying to stay as calm as possible

You gripped part of Izana's coat in reflex when you heard them mention you doing something. You  could feel the fear bubble up from your chest and tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes but you will yourself not to cry in front of them. A small whimper left you as you closed your eyes, trying not to panic. 

You  looked around and you saw a few people who you knew because they had bullied you but, you  weren't worried about that. You were more worried about Ran, Rindou and especially Kanji's words. 

You didn't know what was going to happen, let alone if Izana decided you did do something to deserve being beat up. You tremble slightly and you feel Izana's grip tighten even more

Izana scowled at the implication that anyone might hurt you from Kanji's comment, his grip on you tightening even further as he glared at the member of the gang. Ran and Rindou exchanged confused glances, not understanding why Kanji would immediately decide to choose violence.

"Fuck off, Kanji," Rindou snapped "She hasn't done anything wrong yet you dickhead." Ran nodded in agreement, looking at you with concern yet still had an amused grin on his face

Kanji rolled his eyes at their comments, unimpressed by their defense of you. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, glaring at all of you. 

"Oh yeah? Then what's she doing clinging onto him like a lost puppy then? Looks like she's scared of something"

Ran scoffed and shot him a dubious glance "She's afraid of you asshat. You're not nice to anyone and you just threatened her..." Ran spoke casually and his words were long and drawn out.

Izana's hand tightened around your waist as he sensed your fear, and he whispered softly into your ear so that only you could hear him, "Don't worry, Y/n. Trust me, they won't hurt you. I won't let them." 

He spoke reassuringly, even though he knew that he couldn't guarantee your safety completely. He hoped that his words would comfort you enough to ease your fears somewhat. The three members of the gang approached you cautiously, sizing you up as they studied your appearance. 

Rindou and Ran exchanged glances, their expressions hardening slightly as they took note of your trembling and the way you clung onto Izana's coat while Kanji just looked angry. The three of them watched you and the way you responded to their stares with interest.

You heard Izana's words and felt a little more confident, but you were still very much scared. You look up at him and see that he said something to the guys, but you didn't quite hear what. You  look back at the guys and you see how they study you. You think they look like they want to hurt you, but Izana's words made you feel safer, so you trusted him. 

You believed him.

You slowly let go of his coat, but you kept your hands on it since it made you feel safer. You heard Rin and Ran talking, and looked at them with wide eyes, they seemed to be having a disagreement. You  couldn't understand what they were saying, but you knew that they were arguing about something related to you. 

You see Kanji glaring at you from the corner of your eye and you feel your panic come back but as your breathing picks up you feel Izana's hand lift your chin up to make you look at him. 

He smirked and leaned closer to you slowly. This got the attention of everyone.

 Ran and Rin stared with grins on their faces, as if they knew what Izana was going to do and Kanji looked even more angry. You open your mouth to say something to Izana only to be shushed by his lips on yours. Your whole body freezes up and Izana smirks into the kiss before pulling away and looking at the members of Tenjiku. He noticed how their expressions changed from anger to curiosity to realization as they watched him kiss you.

He knew that this would catch their attention and distract them momentarily from their plans to intimidate you as well as show why he was so interested in keeping you close. His hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb while his other hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. 

He saw the confusion and surprise on everyone’s faces, including yours, as they realized what had just happened, and he enjoyed every second of it.

Ran and Rindou exchanged amused glances, their earlier argument forgotten as they observed the scene unfold before them. Ran elbowed Rindou and grinned widely at him and Rindou handed him something that looked suspiciously like money.

 Ran snickered softly, "Well fuck, looks like someone's got themselves a girlfriend already"

Rindou just  chuckled, and gave Ran a playful nudge. “Don’t act surprised. You called it.”

You stare up at Izana who just grins down at you and you can't help but to flush from his gaze. You look back down at the ground and you mutter something so quiet that not even Izana could hear.

Izana came closer to you and you  see him still smirking.  He says something to the members of Tenjiku again, this time he was more direct. You heard him say "You better not try to fuck with her, you better not even think about laying a finger on her. She’s mine"

He emphasized the word 'mine' with a slight growl, making it clear he wouldn’t hesitate to protect you from anyone who dared to even consider hurting you. He lowered his hand to the small of your back and he grinned at you sweetly before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

"Is now a bad time to ask you to be my girl?" He says in a teasing tone before whispering in your ear "I've been waiting for a chance to ask and I doubt there will be a better time than now" He kissed you all over your face.

You just nodded and whispered yes over and over to him until he kissed your lips again and laughed with you. He smiled at you and held you close to him and said with the sweetest smile

"God, you're out of my league"

[bouncybongfairy]

Bodega Dreams

Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Miles Morales from Earth 42 are in a serious relationship. You have a feeling that Miles may keep something from you. Your friends reassure you that you're over thinking. Although reserved and quiet, Miles isn't capable of anything criminal. You conclude that you're projecting your anxiety onto the relationship because of the book you're reading in class: Bodega Dreams. The truth will come out, whether it being thoughtfully or forcefully is soon to be revealed.

Work Count: 3k+

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Part 2 Is Now Posted! <3

It was a typical morning. You woke up and sat up in bed and pulled your phone off the charger and checked your emails. Other than junk mail and a few reminder emails from canvas, there wasn't much to look at. You pulled your hair into a bun before leaning over the bed to give Miles a few pecks on the cheek. Like always, he didn't even flinch. As you kissed him, you could taste the metallic on your lips. Pulling back gently, you saw a healing gash above his eyebrow and a hint of a green bruise under his eye. Your brow furrowed and a couple of questions popped into your mind that you quickly pushed to the side. Even if you were curious about where and when that happened, it wasn't like you were going to wake him up out of dead sleep to ask him. Not to mention how busy your day was going to be. 

You had an English final, then had to go to work directly from school; you work at the daycare of a Hot Yoga studio. Most of the moms were young and entitled. They considered the crumpled-up 20s at the bottom of their purses to be pocket change. You couldn't complain about them too much though because those 20s became your tips more often than not. You grabbed the dirty laundry around their room and walked it over to the washer; after starting a loud, you make your way into the kitchen to start breakfast. You grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and started cracking them into a glass bowl. Hearing bare feet sliding against the wood floors, you greet the only person it could have been.

"Good morning, babe, hungry?" you asked while stirring the scrambled eggs. 

"Why are you up so early?" he mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his long arms around your waist. 

"Really busy day, school and work right after." you said, turning the burner off. He groaned playfully at the thought of you being gone all day. You set the pan on the back burner and turned around to face him. For a second you thought about asking him about the wound above his eye. You ignored this and grabbed his braids, pulling them to sit on his shoulders. 

"Are you coming to school with me today?" you asked looking up at him, knowing there was a considerable chance that the answer would be no. 

"My teachers are fine with it as long as I turn my work in on time. As long as I maintain my grades, I feel like perfect attendance is a nonfactor." he said, tucking a curl behind your ear. 

"I know, I'm not saying you need to be going more because you're not doing well; not at all, you have a better grade in history than me right now," you laughed before continuing, "Now that I work and everything with school.. I don't know; there are sometimes when I'm eating lunch I just wish we could spend that time together. Especially when I get home at 10 pm and you're gone for work." you said taking a cooled-down piece of egg and walking over to your hamster enclosure. 

"Alright I get it, I'll come with you today but I have to leave after lunch. I told Uncle Aaron I would go down to the warehouse and help him fix the computer system," he said, walking over to you and pulling you into a reassuring hug. You rubbed your hands down his and noticed more bruising on his forearms. 

"What are these from?" you asked, rubbing your index finger over them. 

"Carrying heavy loads of boxes from the shipment trucks into the warehouse." he said kissing the top of your head before going back into the kitchen. After you gave Peaches a bit of egg you walked over to the table where Miles had made a plate for you. 

"Have you done the reading for Bodega Dreams? My English final today is going to be a question-and-response essay. It isn't open book but we can bring a sheet of notes so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna ace it." You said this made Miles laugh. 

"You read that book cover to cover, even if you didn't have notes I think you'd still nail it." he said, starting to eat his eggs. You smile and pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

~ 

School went by fast and not in a good way where the day feels easy. More like so many assignments and tests that you feel like your eyes could fall out of your head. Luckily for you, the only class you had left was English. You studied for so long that you weren't really nervous anymore. When you walked in, the big red marker on the whiteboard was the first thing you noticed. It read: Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community? You took your seat and pulled out your laptop and waited for further instructions. 

Miles didn't end up going to school. Uncle Aaron called him in early because the computer systems went from slow to usable. Even though you were disappointed you understood, he didn't want to lose business. He promised to be home for dinner though, which was rare these days. 

"Alright, good morning. I know I've been preparing you guys for a question-and-response essay. However, today is the last day before Thanksgiving break and I want to grade all your papers over the weekend about the same way you want to write a 6 paragraph essay; not at all. So we will be having a class discussion." The class all started the chatter in excitement, moving around to sit next to their friends. You were a little disappointed that you studied and prepared for an essay but was happy that you didn't have to stress anymore. You pulled out a pen and paper and prepared for the discussion.

"So.. question is on the board. Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community?" she read aloud, waiting for a student to raise their hand. 

"Well yeah, even if he was using the money to support people and the community it is still wrong to sell to people in the community. What if he sold to the people who are recovering, addicts who moved to the neighborhood to escape drugs? What about the young men of his community? Does he put a risk to disburse those drugs? Or the children of the people who buy from him?" The entire class whipped their heads around to see who was speaking. Just as fast as they looked, they looked away as someone contradicted that statement, 

"I don't know about that, what about the families who aren't buying drugs? Families that could have just immigrated there are trying to get their footing; Bodega helps them with everything from shoes to housing and those people aren't doing any drugs. They're just trying to make an honest living. Bodega went to school, and legally owns a lot of the community AND doesn't jack up the rent to keep low-income families out of the area." 

"Yeah, Bodega tried to go to city hall and do it the right way. They ignored and mocked him, he has every right to take matters into his own hands. It's not like he's hurting anyone other than the people buying the drugs. I know two wrongs don't make a right but if those people want drugs they go seek them out, even if it's not from Bodega." 

"I think it's weird that nobody is asking if the government is morally wrong. Willie tried to do it the right way, by filling out the proper paperwork and trying to arrange meetings to help the people of the community; they snubbed him and his pleads. That was city hall's way of saying: help yourself because we have better things to do. So.. that's what he did. He used his resources and not only helped himself but also helped his community. Yes, selling drugs is illegal, we all know that so we try to condemn Willie for breaking such a regulated law. But if he was some famous rapper you all would be like: 'he did what he needed to do to pull his family out of poverty' or 'Oh my god how inspiring that he went from selling drugs to records' I can guarantee you so many of the lawmakers that ignored him have done plenty of dirt to get where they are today. So let's not come down so hard on Willie for something we praised celebrities for doing on the daily." You said looking directly at the girl who five minutes before said 'Poverty isn't an excuse to sell drugs'. You hoped that your stare would burn her already fried hair off. 

"Very well said Y|N, very mindful to be asking the same questions about the people who forced Bodega's hand on alternative ways of helping his community. I think we've just about-" Mrs.Lawrence was interrupted by the bell ringing, 

"We'll finish this conversation on Monday, everyone has a good weekend, and be kind!" She said, dismissing the class. You were extremely relieved that this was the final class of the day.

As you walked to the subway from school, you were happy that the day was almost over. Now all you had to worry about was work and of course Miles. You could tell that something was off with him. He was never aggressive with you but you could notice when there was something different in their routine. Ever since Miles' dad died, he started working full time with Uncle Aaron, he changed. You just summed it up to the stress of being the breadwinner of the family. You did work and bought groceries or household necessities like toilet paper, cleaning supplies etc. Miles however was paying most of the rent. He didn't need to but you think it helps him mourn the loss of his father. As if trying to live up to his father and the man he was is replacing some of the dull sadness with him being gone. 

You were grateful that your relationship had only grown stronger since his dad passed. Most relationships you've seen where one spouse is dealing with a loss became combative and bitter. It was scary for you to see him break down the way he did but it was so rewarding to be the one who built him back up. Even though you've only been dating for three and a half years, it felt like you lived a lifetime together. You felt so comfortable and protected with him, it almost scared you how much you relied on him as a sense of security. It scared you thinking about how you felt without him, and maybe that was because they were trauma bonded.

When Miles and you first met it was the beginning of 7th grade. You were still living with your father who was an alcoholic. He drank to suppress the memories of your late mother. This almost made you understand his alcoholism. When you thought of Miles passing, all you could think about was how well alcohol must drown the pain out. Even if it was for a second or two. Miles lived next door, you always walked to the bus stop together. He would give you a sympathetic look when your dad would scream at you from the door. It wasn't until the night your father got arrested that things really changed. 

Your father was just going room to room raging. Incoherent yelling that was so slurred you couldn't tell if he was even mentally there. Two empty Everclear bottles sat on the coffee table across from the couch. He was so intoxicated he thought you were your mother. Things were really starting to escalate, pushing you into the wall or pressing his body so that you were trapped between him and the wall. He grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it against the wall above you. A piece of shard flies at your cheek and cuts you. That was when Miles' dad busted in. He didn't arrest him immediately, he just escorted you out safely and helped you file a police report. You'd been living with Miles and his family ever since.

After you stopped torturing yourself with the memories and anxiety about Miles, you realized you were just one stop away from your work. You looked around to make sure you didn't leave anything on the seats around you before exiting and walking the short 10 minutes to the studio. Once you arrived you immediately went back to the daycare. Before you could even set your stuff down, the morning shift handed you an infant before updating you on the day. Apparently it was quite the day, because the daycare was a mess. Toys everywhere, kids running every which way, snacks on the ground ect. You took a big sigh and started picking up toys and hushing children, gathering them to watch a movie. An hour later your other coworker Miley came in and sat down next to you. 

"You okay girl?" Miley asked, taking the baby from your arms. 

"Yeah I'm just tired, I've been feeling a lot of stress lately," you said.

"I feel you, Michael and I have been bickering lately too." she said referring to her boyfriend. 

"It's not that we're arguing more or anything, I just have a feeling that there is something going on that he isn't telling me," you said. 

"Like he's cheating?" Miley whispered.

"No, I don't think it's romantic or someone else. It's more like there is something that is weighing on his mind. He's been acting the way he normally does right before he rants to me about something bothering him," you paused and wiped a few tears out of your eyes, "I don't know, I'm just worried about him and it's causing me turmoil I guess. I feel like I can't say anything because there really is no specific reason as to why I'm worried. It frustrates me because it's just a gut feeling so I don't want him to think I'm crazy or insecure. Sorry I don't know why i'm crying," you said trying to wipe away your tears without messing up your makeup. 

"Are you okay?" One of the little girls came up to you, setting her little hand on your knee. 

"Yes honey, I'm okay. That was very kind of you to ask," you said laughing after sending her off.

"I'm not trying to minimize your suspicions or feelings but, do you think you might be pregnant? Maybe that's why you're having so much anxiety about Miles?" She asked, this made you truly speechless for a minute. You always had irregular periods so it wasn't abnormal to miss your cycle.

"I hope not," you said standing up and picking up empty paper cups that they used to give the kids juice. 

"Would it be so bad? You're about to graduate highschool and you want to become an elementary school teacher. Miles is making good money," Miley said helping you clean up the tables. 

"Let's just move on. I don't even want to think about any of that," you said finishing up the rest of the shift. 

It was 9:30 and you walked to the store that was across the street picking up some stuff for dinner. Miles' mom was working a double and would be at the hospital overnight. Which meant you were in charge of dinner. You stopped at your local deli and picked up some sandwiches with some other snacks. When walking down the pharmacy aisle the pregnancy test was staring at you like a cheetah catching its prey; like it was shaming you. You picked one up out of curiosity, worse case scenario it comes out positive. Thinking about that was making you feel nauseous, such a stressful situation. It wasn't that you didn't want to be a mother but now just wasn't a good time for you or Miles. You also felt slightly insecure about your pregnancy scare. In the book Bodega Dreams Chino's girlfriend Blanca was also with child. It made you feel like you were projecting this book on to your relationship with Miles. 

After taking an Uber home from the deli, you started digging through your purse to find your keys. Once you finally found them and let yourself inside, you began to put away some of the groceries. Your phone dinged from your purse, you drugged herself to the couch to check the notification. It was a message from Miles that read: on a late delivery, an hour or two late tops. After reading the message you couldn't help but break down a few tears running down your cheeks. You weren't mad or anything, it wasn't like he could control if he needed to work over time. You just were looking forward to seeing him after such a long and hectic day. You just needed that reassurance. You got over it quickly and texted him back that you loved him and not to sorry. 

To take your mind off things you hopped in the shower. The hot water did help relax you, like all the muscles in your body loosened all at once. You sat in the sweltering steam until you felt at risk for passing out. You walked back to the room and laid on the bed in your towel for a while. It wasn't until you laid down that your exhaustion became apparent. You eventually sat up to avoid falling asleep before getting a couple more things done. You didn't want to go to bed with wet hair and you needed to eat, the only thing you ate all day was breakfast. You changed into some sweat pants and a tank top and began blow drying your hair. Sitting up and doing something was taking your mind away from how tired you were. Once you are done, you go to Peaches' enclosure to see if he is awake. You gently move some bedding around until you see the Syrian hamster pop his head out.

You laugh and grab him, taking him back to the bedroom. While you are in the living room you grab your purse. After getting back on to your bed, you rummage through your bag and pull out the pregnancy test. You stared at it for a while, like it was a spider that you were figuring out how to kill. Somehow the anxiety of not knowing was more comforting than having the actual answer. You grab the plastic hamster ball, placing Peaches inside and letting him roam around the room. You walk into the bathroom and rip open the box, unpackaging the test. You quickly follow the directions before exiting the bathroom. 

Even if it was embarrassing you really did hope that this was just a pregnancy scare. That you were so stressed and busy that you were projecting your life onto the book you've been analyzing, studying and breathing for the past 3 months. You were on the bed, taking a video of Peaches rolling around the room. You heard a bang so loud it made the bed feel like it was shaking. Your video ended abruptly, you quickly grabbed your hamster who was equally as scared. He tried scurrying away so fast that his nails weren't giving him any traction, giving the illusion that he was running in place. You stand up and open the door without making a sound. You could immediately hear people talking, well more arguing than conversating. You slowly made your way down the hallway, you were worried that whoever was there would be able to hear your heartbeat. It was the only thing you could hear at this point. 

Once you round the corner, you were shocked by what you saw. Miles tied to a punching bag, Uncle Aaron standing there with his arms crossed. At first you thought Aaron was hurting Miles, until you saw.. him. Your Miles, covered head to toe in The Prowlers gear. The only reason you recognized it was from how many news articles and videos you had looked over. You gasped so loudly that it surprised yourself. All three men in the room whipped their heads to face you. Miles' face immediately went from practically snarling to what you considered normal. I shook you to the core, the facial expression he had when he turned around; before he noticed it was you. He starts to walk over to you but your flight instincts kick in and you bolt back to the bedroom. As you ran down the hall, you could hear the metal pieces of his gear dropping to the ground. Once he got to the room, he was only wearing his street clothes. 

"What the actual fuck Miles," you said running your fingers through your hair. 

"I know, I know. I really didn't mean for you to find out this way," he said, approaching you cautiously. 

"Do you really think that I'm more mad about how I found out than the fact that you're the fucking Prowler? What the fuck," you said begining to cry.  

"i'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is hurting you and that I kept it from you. That- I was wrong for that but, I can't apologize for who I am," he said resting his hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. For a second, you wish you could stay in this moment; the feeling of him comforting you after everything that happened today. Once you processed what he said, you left that moment in the past. 

"Oh so this is who you are. You're nothing more than The prowler? You're not Miles anymore?" you asked rhetorically, taking his hand off your face. 

"I know who I am. I'm the type of person who won't apologize for helping the people I love. I help people who are deemed unworthy of support. I won't apologize for that. 

"Are you gonna apologize for the people you're hurting in the process?" you asked as fat tears rolled down your face.

"I'm sorry that I kept this from you. I'm admitting that I was wrong, and I understand that this is alot to take in. I have to handle this though, please just stay in the room and I'll be back in 30 minutes. We can sit down and talk about all this. Please?" he asked, pulling you closer to him. You nodded your head and wiped away your tears. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. 

You sat on the bed, trying to take in everything that was happening. You had just seen what appeared to be a perfect copy of your boyfriend. With everything going on, you truly had to talk yourself out of the possibility that you truly may be delusional and not in the hot girl kinda way. Tears were unstoppable at this point, flowing so fast that the collar of your shirt was completely soaked. The Prowler was responsible for so many manslaughters due to careless fighting. The Prowler was feared by many, and was showcased on the news more than the Kardashians on TMZ. You had even told Miles that you were scared of being caught in the crossfire of chaos caused by this person. What scared you the most was how comfortable Miles had gotten in his lie. What terried you more than that was you had fallen for it so easy. Thinking that a villian that you so deeply feared was the same person who kissed you goodnight made you feel nauseous. You run to the bathroom. 

You vomit into the toilet, the anxiety you were having was becoming unbearable. You sat hanging over the toilet until Peaches started bumping into your leg in his ball. You redirect him and stand up, rinsing your mouth with water. Without thinking you pick up the test you were holding earlier, dropping it and throwing up more when you see the bold + sign staring back at you. 

In memory of the real Peaches; May his cutie patuti soul rest in peace