#can I interest anyone in a sort of kind of not really college au at this time

[skeedelvee]

Ayy! I'm finally trying one of these! Thank you everyone that's tagged me in theirs in the past, I always like getting the notifications so I can check out all of your wonderful WIPs! <3

Doing a few WIPs since I've got a bunch going and I've gotten interest in a few.

First up is Second Moon! This is a sequel to my fic First Moon in which Simon is experiencing his first time transforming into a were-dragon. These fics are inspired by @frjsti 's amazing artwork! The sequel is about his 2nd time transforming and how Simon and Baz handle it differently now they know what they're in for and they've had time to prep for and crave certain fantasies for the next full moon. Here's a snippet of them discussing Baz wanting to bottom this time around:

He’s got his academic face on, as if we were talking about the merits of some new magical theory and not him taking my foot long dragon cock up his arse. “Still, there's a lot of risk involved in this. Even if I don’t destroy your arse, there’s still my claws and my fire breath to worry about. It’s a bit dangerous, innit?” “I thought you were the one to always face danger head on.” “I am, but this really isn’t about me.” “Isn’t it? Listen. If you really don’t want to do this, I won’t press for it, but it’s what I want and I’m not afraid of what might happen. I trust you.” I mull it over for a moment before he adds: “And if you do manage to kill me, please make sure my headstone reads ‘Here lies Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He died doing what he loved: getting railed by Simon Snow’s monster cock.” I snort. “Your father would have my head if I even suggested that.” “Then I’ll have to have it written up in an official will,” he says with a smile. “What will it be then, Snow? Do you want this?” There’s no point lying about it. “Yes. I want it. I want you. You have to promise me though, that you won’t let me hurt you. Don’t muscle through it for my sake. Say your safe word as soon as things turn bad.” “I promise, Simon.”

@stitchy-queerista wanted to hear more about A Good High, so I'll do that one as well!

A Good High is a one shot non-magic college roommate AU where Shepard leaves a pot brownie for Simon on what he thinks is his desk, but is actually Baz's desk. Baz thinks it's a normal brownie from Simon, eats it and gets really high by accident. Simon gets back to the dorm, finds Baz in his current state and has to turn Baz's bad high into a good one. Here's a snippet:

“Have you seen Ratatouille?” I ask as I set up my laptop at the foot of the bed. Baz is hugging his knees to his chest, but he’s lost that panicked look in his eyes. They look sleepy instead, droopy and dark like they are first thing in the morning (it’s very distracting). “I have four younger siblings, of course I’ve seen Ratatouille.” “Right, of course. Well, it always helps me relax, so it might help you,” I say as I make a fluffy pile of pillows to collapse against. “Just try to focus on the movie for a bit and let it melt your anxieties away.” The movie plays and I sit back, kick my feet up, I get immersed in Remi’s story as a start to feel the gummy kick in. I’m so relaxed that I almost forget about how Baz was feeling, but as soon as I do remember, I can’t seem to think of anything else. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s watching the film and his breathing seems relaxed, but there’s something about his face that still looks raw, something about his posture that still seems on edge. I wish I could magically make this better for him. If he were anyone else I’d probably know what to do to cheer him up, but we’ve only just (kind of, sort of) started to get along. I don’t know if I’ve ever truly seen him relaxed before now that I think of it, he even looks tense while he sleeps. Maybe I should just ask him about what would help. “Psst, Baz, can I get you anything? Tea? Or a snack?” “No, I’m fine.” “A blanket?” “No.” He curls in on himself more and I mentally start kicking myself. Fuck, I’m making it worse. I wrack my brains for an idea to make this better, ignoring the little voice in my head telling me to leave well enough alone. Maybe if I got him to laugh that might get him out of this funk. “How about a cuddle then?” It was supposed to be a joke, but I can’t manage to laugh at it. My heart is beating out of my chest as the words leave my mouth. It’s a silly notion, the two of us cuddling, and I know it's something he’d never go for. And part of me is still hoping he’ll think it’s funny and he’ll break into a smile as he laughs it off, but the other part of me is desperate for him to say yes.

And @roomwithanopenfire wanted to hear about my untitled Gareth/Rhys fic, so I'll do that one too

This one is fairly new actually. It's kind of inspired by an outfit of mine actually. A lot of people who have met me IRL will probably have seen me in this, but I like to call it my Gareth as a slutty queer woman cosplay; a black crop top, black short shorts, and a brown belt with a white jaguar enamel belt buckle. I was wearing it recently and thinking about Gareth and thinking about a fem Gareth (I call her Gi in this) wielding the magic thrusting belt buckle, and then I started to write this. It's a getting together story about Gareth and Rhys with mutual pining. It starts with the two of them in their room, unpacking and settling into the space for their 8th year. Gi has her skirt tucked into her underpants and it's a whole thing for Rhys. Here's a snippet:

I can feel myself blush down to my toes. Thankfully, Gi discovers the state of her skirt and is distracted from seeing the full state of my complexion. “Has it been tucked in this whole time?” “Pretty much,” I wince. She snorts and then giggles as she unbuttons the thing and kicks it underneath her bed. I try to keep my eyes above her waist. “I hope my grandma saw. It’s what she deserves for insisting I ‘dress like a lady’ in her presence.” She’s stepping into her school trousers now, she has to do a little wiggle jump to get them over her thick thighs (it’s poetry in the making). “She has seen how you cast spells, right? Surely trousers should be the least of her worries.” “I wear the buckle as a bracelet when the old bat’s visiting. Mum says she has ‘a poor constitution’ and I’ll ‘send her to an early grave’ if I try thrusting spells around her.” Gi does a poor imitation of her mother’s voice, playing up the theatrics for my entertainment. I watch her as she lovingly threads her belt through each of the loops on her trousers, it’s like watching a superhero put on their suit for the very first time. She does a turn in front of the mirror, smiles at her reflection, and then shoots finger guns at herself. I can’t help but smile too. I’m so in love with her, it hurts.

And here’s my belt buckle that inspired this:

I think most of you have already posted yours for the day, but I'll tag: @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @roomwithanopenfire @stitchy-queerista @artsyunderstudy @noblecorgi @monbons @rimeswithpurple @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart

[easybrainrot34]

✈️ Colin Bridgerton Headcanons ✈️

This was requested by this lovely anon!! This is my first request so thank you for writing in! It would’ve come out sooner, but i currently have a mean tooth infection, nevertheless, the show must go on! Heads up, third one is a hint of spice. Hope u enjoy☺️

Characters mentioned : Gregory, Anthony, Benedict, Daphne, Edmund, Violet, Penelope, Debling, and Eloise

🎻= regency era

🧳= modern au

🧳🎻= either

Ps my request r open :)

🧳🎻 I think he has a very realistic view on his brothers. I think he use to blindly look up to them just bc they were his older brothers, but as time has passed he definitely sees and recognizes that they both have some decent flaws. However, he really wants Gregory to look up to him the most. I don’t think he would ever admit it to anyone, but i feel like he could think a little higher of himself (not in a bad way at all) therefor he thinks he’s led the best example for how a man should be to Gregory.

🧳🎻 He gives off shy kid vibes. Like between the ages of 4-10 he was pretty shy only having like two friends. I feel like Ben specifically found this a little concerning bc he didn’t want him to have issues in school and life in general, so together they worked really hard on getting him to not only have more confidence in himself but actually practiced having convos. I also feel like once he got to the “interested in dating people” age Daphne and Ben tried their best to tech him to talk aka flirt with people.

🧳 (Lil spicy) Had a hoe phase in college. People are always shocked about how high his body count is (20+) but he was never a douche bag to anyone he’s hooked up with. I feel like when Anthony and Benedict found out on one of the weekly boys nights they have, Ben was proud and Anthony was a little shook. Anthony made him swear up and down he always wore a condom and then congratulated him lol.

🧳 Staying on the college root, he definitely gives off world history major vibes. He def was a foreign exchange student in high school (secondary school for the brit’s out there lol) and studied a couple semesters abroad in college. Specifically went to France in high school, then America, Italy, Spain, and India in college. He also makes it a point to travel every summer. I feel like he would definitely end up as a teacher of some sort tho. Like he’s definitely the cool history teacher everyone loves. Also hes definitely that teacher that gets side tracked easily if u ask him about his time abroad.

🧳 Definitely has more girl friends than guy friends, but not super imbalanced. He just gives was invited to the girls night out vibes. (I have a headcanon that i already wrote that i would definitely add Colin too). He definitely has his Boyz™️ that he hangs with all the time, but he knows they can be a little much, so i feel like when he wants to be social but have a relaxed time he hangs with the girlies. Idk colin just gives friends with everyone vibes.

🧳 I think Colin has diagnosed anxiety, and once he learned that he became more educated and aware of mental health. I feel like he started getting panic attacks shortly after Edmund died (he was 12 yrs old if i did my math right lol) but didn’t want anyone to worry about him so he just kinda dealt with it and kinda got to a point where he thought it was normal. It came up randomly in a convo with Daphne, Ben, and Violet that he gets them but at this point he didn’t get what the big deal was. I feel like these 3 took it seriously and once he got diagnosed he put work into researching how to understand mental health issues more.

🧳🎻 He LOVES to plan dates. His go to is always dinner at a nice restaurant then a show of some kind. Play, musical, movie out, doesn’t really matter to him. He enjoys a night in, sure, but what he really loves is showing you off. He’s proud to have you as his (not in a possessive creepy way, in a sweet way) and wants to show you off.

🧳 Colin is a little bit of a jealous type. We see it in the show when Pen is being courted by Debling. However, i feel like when he’s in a relationship, he completely trust his partner. If he sees someone flirting with you he will let them flirt but he will definitely swoop in with a little hey babe and a forehead kiss lol. If someone try’s to flirt with him tho, he will just start gushing about his amazing partner. I’m talking putting out the Lock Screen and going “ya look how cute WE are”. Once y’all are married tho he NEVER takes off the wedding ring.

🧳 I feel like he has a decent following on Insta and TikTok 😂😂😂. Not like influencer numbers but like 6k on instagram and 9k on TikTok. He definitely post all his travel stuff on Insta and does like little OOTDs on TikTok. Colin gives very much “gives a fuck about how he looks” vibes so i feel like he knows the fashion trends on TikTok. His “aesthetic” is like hipster mixed with old money (bc he is in fact, old money lol). Also yes, he recognizes he gets thirst comments and will play into just a little, but once hes taken he would comment “ my partner thinks so too :)”

🧳 Colin has secret tattoos. Like his friends know but he didn’t tell his family for a minute bc he knows it would become a thing lol. They r all small and in places he can cover up (shoulder, thigh, and one on his wrist he covers up with his watch) but one day he got a little careless at the beach and let them show. I feel like Violet had a “what did u do to your beautiful body??!!” mom moment, Anthony was pissed bc he didn’t tell him, Ben laughed his ass off, and Eloise congratulated him on doing something “actually risky” for once. I feel like after the initial shock everyone really likes them and he goes out and gets more in public places.

! Bonus One !

He still sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal lmfao like it’s a cute little elephant his mom and dad got him. He has had to do many repairs on it over the years lol

[strixcattus]

I mentioned wanting to post about my other STP AUs and then never actually followed up with that beyond some general notes on my D&D-esque AU, so here's a more specific rundown of the Voices:

Hero: A run-of-the-mill fighter from a small farming village on the west coast of the continent. Allegedly he was prophesied to do... something (still unclear on what, but the word "slay" was definitely involved), but he's not sure if he believes in that sort of thing. Somehow he ends up taking on quests with Cold and Stubborn far too often for comfort. Increasingly convinced he's the only normal person here.

Cold: A cold-blooded assassin and general blade-for-hire who only takes on jobs he finds interesting. In another time, he was less picky about whom he was assigned to kill, but he's grown discerning with time. He's only killed one noble in recent years before deciding to focus on more difficult targets... but she doesn't seem keen on leaving him alone. Most of his past is a mystery to everyone but Hero, though most people don't exactly feel like asking about it.

Stubborn: A textbook barbarian who decided never to die one day and hasn't changed his mind since. Tends to take on quests alongside Cold since their desires for an interesting fight line up... though Cold may or may not always appreciate the help. He met some sort of half-demon a few years back who had the same kind of loose relationship with death, and ever since they meet up every few months to kill each other. For some reason, most people think this is weird.

Contrarian: One of three recent bard-college graduates in the party. His specialty is theater and improvisation, particularly of a satirical sort. It hasn't even been a year since graduation and he's already banned from one of the northern kingdoms due to The Play. He's also banned from explaining what exactly was so offensive about The Play, and this one might be magically enforced, so best not to risk it. Of the bards, he's the most magically talented, though he mainly uses his talents for pranks.

Smitten: The second of three recent graduates. His specialties are the lute (which he's actually quite good at), romantic poetry (eh...), and singing/songwriting (no.). The most anyone can really get him to open up about his past is that he's from an island kingdom to the east and didn't grow up with any other beastfolk. "Smitten" isn't actually his real name, but not even Contrarian and Opportunist know what it really is.

Opportunist: The third of the recent graduates. He's a bit of a jack-of-all trades and fairly average at magic. It's mostly his fault that the three of them didn't manage to meet up again until they'd been tasked with killing a bunch of Princesses, because less than a month after graduation he got on the wrong side of a witch, was cursed into the form of a frog, and, being too proud to seek help, had to figure out how to either break the curse or turn back to his normal form on his own.

Hunted: I haven't fully figured out what's going on with him. He's a ranger who's been tracking a mysterious beast throughout the western forest—he's pretty sure there's some bounty put forth by one of the kingdoms within the forest, but his quest is mostly personal. He recently acquired an animal companion (a raven) to help him hunt down the beast, but only learned after the fact that the "animal companion" was A: sapient, and B: unable to fly.

Broken: He's been flightless since before he showed up at the first familiar-shop, and the constant cycle of being adopted by some aspiring wizard or ranger, then being cast out once they realized they'd been misled didn't do him any favors. It doesn't seem to be the result of an injury, though—he seems to know the real cause, but he isn't talking. At least the ranger who adopted him this time seems to be more understanding than the others.

Cheated: A solo adventurer who tends not to stick with a single party for very long. He's a warlock, allegedly, and he'll tell the story to anyone to asks of why you should stay far, far away from suspicious-sounding maidens in the woods, but no one has actually seen him use any spells. He frequents the tavern where Skeptic works—it's a more permanent fixture in his life than any party he's worked with.

Skeptic: He's not an adventurer himself—he runs an adventurers' tavern in the western woods, and has become acquainted with most of the others through his business. It's an underappreciated job, and it's a lot of work to ensure shady characters can't mess up the system, but adventurers tip pretty well. You just have to make sure the "No change" sign is visible, so they can't demand that you find some way to split the gold pieces that are the only currency they carry. Skeptic tends to stay distant from customers, though, with his only close confidant being the wizard outside town.

Paranoid: He had a reputation as a shut-in even before he started refusing to set foot outside his tower a few weeks back. But even more so, he has a reputation as being the best healing wizard in his part of the western woods—mainly by virtue of being the only healing wizard in his part of the woods, but he is very skilled. And driven. He was the first Voice to properly slay a Princess, even before the others formed their party.

The only problem is, whatever he killed in his tower basement doesn't seem to have been content to stay dead.

[simplydifficultme]

Based on the prompt I got from @sxvedbyastranger . HighSchool!AU Popular kid Jes crushing on nerdy Wylan. As usual, I did change it a little bit ^^'' It's more college AU (just can't relate to high school as much anymore) and I guess Wy is still the nerdy kid but also defs the music kid. Hope it's still enjoyable ^-^

J: Hey there flute boy.

W: Shouldn't you be sitting in math 3?

J: Yea but you have rehearsal now, I'd rather listen to that ;)

W: Sure, but I won't take responsibility for your grades.

J: My grades are splendid ... mostly. 

W: Maths?

J: Yaaah.... let's change the subject. What are you doing after rehearsal?

W: Uhm nothing special, just go home, study a bit, work on my own music.

J: How do you feel about savory pancakes?

W: Savory pancakes? I don't know, never tried it but it sounds .. interesting?

J: Would you like to try?

W: I suppose I would, why?

J: Perfect. I thought the same. So there is this new place that just opened up right around where I live. Wanted to go check out, you wanna come along?

W: Uhm, W-when?

J: Today. When you're done. If you're not too busy with studying and all that.

W: Oh, yah sure, I'm usually hungry when we're done.

J: Awesome! Then I'll go grab my stuff and just join you in the auditorium.

W: Y-yea, see you there.

Wylan is still in disbelieve how well he’s been getting along with Jesper lately. He was certainly not the kind of person who he ever expected to show any interest in him. Sometimes he wondered if Jesper  had perhaps lost on a dare and was now just playing with him as in: “Hey bet not even you can get that uptight van Eck boy to like you, and Jesper had just said, Watch me.”

Still, Wylan felt his heartbeat pick up now whenever Jesper would talk to him or spare him a  glance across the alleyway or give him a quick greeting, whenever he was cheating on his own friend group and Wylan happened to pass by. 

Meanwhile, Jesper already felt like a king, he knew he was a natural people person, probably able to have a pleasant conversation with anyone if he wanted to. But his plan to ask the adorable flutist out had almost worked a bit too perfectly. All he had to do now was to turn their simple dinner into a date, perhaps a walk along the river after.

He really had turned into a bit of a sap aver since developing his crush on the redhead. 

That point he had to concede to his friends. Something about Wylan had intrigued him. It might have just been his looks at first but now that they were talking more and more he had quickly found out that Wylan was far more talkative, funny and passionate, and far less  uppity or plain than he had initially assumed. 

Safe to say he was down bad by now and from his gathering he was clearly having some sort of effect on Wylan too. He just needed to figure out a few more buttons he could push on the musician to get him to play along to his tune.

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIVwrite 2023 prompt 13: Check

So here's the second scene of my brand new modern/university/fun with fantasia AU which I'm not sure what to call yet. If you missed the first scene (which was my last FFXIVwrite entry) it is here.

It was the end of the work day and Nero Scaeva, owner of Scaevan Robotics, closed the door to his office behind him. In the break room employees were collecting their belongings and preparing to leave. All except one. Wedge, an intern and student at the local university, was loudly boasting about his significant other and the skills she would be demonstrating that night in a concert of some sort. 

“She’s got the voice of an angel!” Wedge proclaimed, the sappiest of expressions on his face. “You should all come and listen. She’s really going to be something someday. Famous! It’s a chance not to be missed!”

Most of the others simply laughed off the young Lalafell, but Wedge was not discouraged. He turned and saw Nero. “Boss! Boss! You should come too!”

“That’s right, boss. Go get an eyeful of all the pretty college kids while you still can get away with it,” one of the other engineers jeered.

Nero scowled. He had no interest in college kids or anyone a decade younger than him. “I’m afraid I’m busy tonight.”

“Are you really?” A new voice pushed through the end of day chaos. 

“Garlond, what are you doing here?” Nero demanded. Cid Garlond was the owner of Garlond Ironworks, and his rival in all things business and beyond. “I told you to stop acting like this place is yours.”

“Oh, I was waiting out front for you, Nero, but I heard the commotion your young protege was making and thought I might be able to help." He crossed his arms and stared Nero down. “Tell me, what exactly are your plans then?”

Nero’s scowl deepened. Of course he didn’t have any plans but going home, having some dinner and a glass of vodka or two, and sitting by the fireplace with a stack of project reports. Like every evening. He rarely went out. When it did, it was usually with Garlond himself, and the other man knew it perfectly well.

“I’d wager my superior booth placement at the tech expo coming up that you’ve nothing going on,” Cid said smugly. 

Nero’s scowl was turning downright dangerous. “You know perfectly well that you only got that booth placement because your father-”

“Well, Nero? Tell us about your pressing engagement,” Cid pushed. 

Wedge was looking up at Nero with glistening eyes, as if he couldn’t believe his boss would lie to him. 

“Fine,” Nero growled. “It would be an honor to see your lovely girlfriend perform, Wedge. But I’m not exactly welcome at the university, you know.”

The debacle between Nero and the Faculty of the Science department of the college was well known but seldom discussed. Mostly because the subject made Nero fly into a rage. But every new intern heard the story from the long time employees. 

“Oh,” Wedge said, his shoulders slumping. 

“As it happens…” Cid spoke up and pulled a bottle from his pocket. Nero gave him a quelling glare which he ignored. “I have with me an interesting little formula that recently came out of the chemistry department at the U. They wanted my opinion on its viability as a commercial product.”

“Oh!” Wedge perked up. “Is that fantasia?”

“The same,” Cid proclaimed. “And, Nero, it will make you a changed man.”

Nero scoffed. “Fantasia? What kind of rubbish is it?”

“I haven’t seen it used yet, but as I understand it, it allows you to choose an entirely new appearance and metamorphosizes you into that appearance until you drink another dose.”

“That’s right,” said Wedge. “You can choose your race, your gender, all your features. It’s amazing!”

“Garlond, you’re not seriously suggesting I use this snake oil?” Nero sneered. 

“Boss, my best mate, Biggs, helped work on it. It’s not snake oil!” Wedge insisted. “And it would solve our problem. If no one recognizes you, you can come to the recital with no problem!” He positively beamed. 

Nero took a few calming breaths. This was all Garlond’s fault. They both knew that Garlond was trying his hardest to poach Wedge from Scaevan Robotics, and they both knew what Wedge was tempted. After all, Biggs worked for the Ironworks. It was a war between them, just like everything else. Only this time Nero was at a disadvantage. He needed to keep Wedge happy. 

“Very well, Wedge,” Nero reluctantly agreed. “I’ll take the fantasia. I’ll go with you to the recital.”

“Boss!” Wedge said with emotion. “I promise you won’t regret it!”

Nero grabbed the bottle from the smirking Garlond. 

“Have fun, Nero,” said Cid. “I’ll come check on you in the morning and you can tell me all about it.”

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I'd love to know what the other Barians are up to in the college AU!

YESSS like i said when i was talkin about Vector, I rly wanna properly draw all these guys sometime this year, theyve been bumping around my brain for Months now. some tidbits about the other guys:

Shark/Nasch: MISTAH TRANS MASC HE/THEY OF ALL TIME. Has a really dense Carrd covered in sea predator gifs and dA stamps. I thiiink I assigned him Pursuing a Marine Biology degree, naturally--he spends a lot of time at the aquarium wishing he worked there (he works at a country club currently. he drives golf carts to go pick up errant golf balls. his little nametag says 'Reginald'.) Does really well in his classes but is becoming. a Little Bit Burned Out trying to deal with them And work And whatever bullshit his current and ex-roommates are entangling him in. Vector stole his Ikea blahaj plush and tied it to a ceiling fan. Frequents Not-Lawrence State University's esteemed Smogon Club (usually because Yuma begs and begs for him to come,) and runs a nasty Walking Wake led Monotype team.

Rio: I NEED TO DECIDE ON HER MAJOR WAHHH Atmospheric Science would be kind of insane... invested interest in meteorology and winter events. I know she's dabbled in a bunch of campus sports and ice skates at a very skilled level, probably is banking on maybe doing that professionally if she can qualify. She's also buddies with Alexis! :3 Works at a bougie gelato place not far from the country club Shark works at so sometimes she will come bother him on her break. Has a modest interest in birding and sometimes meets up with the town Birding Group. All in all just likes being active and stylish and is closing in on a date with Miss Anna Kaboom~ lord dont get me started on butchfemme annario i aint got no brakes

Girag and Alito: THE BESTIES. THE ROOMIES OF ALL TIME. They actually live in the same apartment complex as Primo and Claus so they hang out and shoot the shit sometimes. Alito I feel is majoring in something like English, he's not super attached to it, what he really is banking on is a boxing career (whether or not that pans out for him remains to be seen.) He goes and spars at a local gym frequently! Girag is a history major with a focus on feudal Japan and he's also a furry. The boys' r/malelivingspaces ass apartment is a haven for the other Emperors if they dont want to be in the Nightmare House for a hot minute. Don't mind the giant knockoff red panda squishmallow taking up half their couch. Also Ponta is still there he's still a little spirit guy that Girag is nebulously aware of but Alito isn't.

Mizar: OH MIZAR..... one of my favorite zexals in the College AUverse tbh. my failwoman. Tentatively out transfem overdramatic fake blond trying out she/they pronouns for the first time. Has a big expensive gaming desktop that lights up (it looks vaguely like Tachyon Dragon lol) and uses it primarily to get into heated furry drama online and write extensive papers and lab reports for her Physics degree, usually while under some degree of white knuckle meltdown stress. She and Dumon were dating for a while but broke up and truth be told Mizar's still got a couple hangups about it. Gets into a LONG, STUPID beef with Kite over their fursona designs "being too similar" that culminates in them having a brawl on the roof of a hotel mid furry-convention. Yes they were both in fursuits. No you can't tell anyone you saw Kite in a fursuit keep you voice down shh!!!!!!! They end up having some kind of t4t qpr-ish situationship i think. not avoiding the mizakai allegations i fear HDFHSFGF

Dumon: WHO UP STUDYING THEY MEDIEVAL TEXTS. god. I love college AU Dumon. little library dyke. dweeb he/him butch kind of sort of dating clark's Paula From Earthbound and they are having In Depth discussions about a podcast they just listened to. Medieval lit major who knows more about knights than you ever will in your entire life. He was born in Utah. Organizes the finances of the Barian Rental House and takes it all dead seriously and Vector still owes like three months of back rent and he kind of wants to strangle him over it. Type of guy who spends all day at the campus coffee shop nursing the same matcha latte for five hours. Mizar is his best friend and they still hang out post-break up and they're both just kind of constantly putting up with Vector's bullshit. i mean all the Barians are but STILL.

Shark, Rio, Dumon, and Vector also all have the distinction of having known each other when they were kids, before they all moved off on their separate ways (until reconnecting in college) As you can imagine, Vector and Shark's playground wars would get. Violent. 🥴 Dumon has had a bit of a crush on Shark since they met but has absolutely never disclosed this. Because I think it is funny.

The funniest detail about them as a whole in college AU to me is theyre all transfer students from NLSU's sister-campus in Barian, Indiana. WOE! Midwestern be upon ye! And also the previously mentioned nightmare queer housing situation they live in under Don Thousand The Dogshit Landlord (or, well, at this point it's just Mizar, Dumon, and the Kastle twins living there. The situation has improved Somewhat after Vector got kicked out HHDFDF he still loves fucking with all of them though in true 🥕 fashion)

[magicstormfrostfire]

I'm in pain right now, and it's your fault. I'm reading Rose Drops, which is amazing, but I'm four chapters in and already on the verge of tears...

Anyways, I was wondering how you get inspiration for these fics? I love how you write and I just can't go without knowing the source of these wonderful ideas.

Lol sorry about that; honestly that's what I was hoping for though! Since that happens so early in the story, I wanted to show that that kind of thing happening isn't always 'the end' of a tale. It can lead to so much more.

As for inspiration....hm. Well, I've always been a storyteller; I used to make tons of comics in highschool and college, though I never showed them to anyone.

I can at the very least say that Rose Drops i wrote during a very difficult time in my life. I was homeless, couchsurfing, jobless, and my cat, who was my closest friend, died. there were so many things I was losing and leaving behind. Sonic has always been a comfort for me since I was a child, so I wrote a story about change and loss to cope with my own, and my hopes for a brighter future.

As for Blizzard Bedfellows, that one was a mix of talking to friends on Discord about Sonadow, and experimenting with the Boom universe for fun. Also i just really wanted to make a sonadow hibernation fic for the winter!

Equinox is sort of a mix of my fascination with vampires, werewolves, dark romance, blood and gore; stories I wrote a lot in highschool and are still fun. But I also thought Silver and Scourge would make an interesting dynamic and MAN do I enjoy writing them together. Equinox is a guilty pleasure in a way.

Lastly, Heavenly Bodies is from my Cardigan AU; where everyone is in their 30s-50s and just being cozy. I was inspired by Scragony's 'Vampire Husband' on webtoons. A comic about an immortal vampire and his elderly human wife. A very cute and cozy story. Sonic and Shadow kind of mimic that; an immortal hedgehog and his crunchy husband lol.

I have another idea mulling around in my head from a dream I had, which im tentatively calling Fractured AU. though nothing is concrete yet. Essentially Sonic Shadow and Silver go missing, and pieces of their personalities are copied and split and/or fused into sentient beings. Amy and the others try to find all the copies to solve the mystery of the hedgehog's disappearances.

And a Host Club AU that I made 2 years ago, thay is REALLY not put together beyond a rough draft lmao (it was originally a template for a Silver/Scourge fic, but I ended up going the Werehog route and made Equinox) the host club AU is technically centered around BlazeAmy, Sonilver, and Scourge/Vanilla, among other ships I like...but its so rough, man. I dont even talk about it because its not a full idea lol

In any case, im rambling, but I thought id that the opportunity to talk about all my ideas since you asked! It also gives a rough frame of things im working on for the future too. I hope you have fun reading Rose Drops! ^.^

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 31

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,6k

18+, minors do not interact

Face to face, chest to chest, eyes locked fiercely, melting lips. He was all around you, all over you. His smell, slight perfume but not too much, a bit worn out over the day, mixed with the faint scent of his body and sweat. All you saw were the white strands of his hair. You never asked really, was he an albino? You can surely contemplate that while having the snowy curls caressing your face. Or at least you could if not his dick delightfully deep inside, taking your mind away from anything that isn’t him.

“You. Are. Gorgeous.” He spat out every word between his trusts, you only humming in response, your voice cracking into a moan.

You came, then he came, then you both just laid there so very close to each other. After a while Sanemi stood up and after a quick shower you both just crashed back on the bed.

“Wanna do something?” He asked, looking at you, his messy head drowning in the soft pillow.

“Yeah, we can. A movie?”

“Sure, just a moment.”

Once again he was hugging you breathing slowly on the top of your head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I won’t go around with a sign ‘I date Sanemi’. Just because we agreed to act normally about the relationship…” Oh, the word finally got out of your mouth unobscured.” …doesn’t mean I want to be loud about it. That would be an exaggeration in the other way.”

“Kay, I’ll make them aware just fine.”

“No, nah, not a chance. Stop with that possessiveness or I’ll really just take back my words about that whole girlfriend thing.” You propped up on your elbows. “I’m serious. If you ever do any shit similar to that Tomioka thing I’ll be seriously upset.”

He gave that thought a few seconds.

“Okay.” The man rolled his eyes.

“If someone asks then yes, tell them you have a girlfriend. If they don’t then why even start the topic. It’s like showing off your newborn, no one likes that.” You scrunch your nose.

“That’s kind of a good point.” Sanemi finally admitted.

-

It was full on spring by the time your tongue wouldn’t slip while talking about Sanemi as your boyfriend. At least in front of your mirror, you hadn’t really told anyone yet, the two of you nearly three weeks into the established relationship. It honestly flew by in an instant. Go to uni, get done with homework, meet with Sanemi outside of his apartment if Genya was there or more intimately when he was gone. You didn’t push his brother’s topic, when the time comes he’ll introduce you. You also agreed that Sanemi will not help you with college stuff. You still had to retake the course but the new lecturer was smiley and a bit timid like early morning sun, and took no interest in the whole situation, or at least pretended he didn’t. None of your friends asked about it, on the other hand none knew apart from the familiar group, Aoi, Kanao and Zenitsu. They never mentioned it when you all gathered with Tanjiro, Nezuko and Inosuke. It could have been that the matter will never see the daylight if Tanjiro doesn’t ask but there’s also a high chance he finally will. But let that rest for now.

It was an uneventful month which made you feel lightheaded, quickly forgetting about the unpleasantness of the past. Tomioka was also gone for some time. He had some sort of a conference to attend as well as representing the university in a series of events, thus your lab meetings stopped. Sanemi seemed happy about it but you wished you could just get the matter straight and continue the rather beneficent occurrence. Well, you had to wait for the nosy black haired to come back. You also felt like you fell out with Anna. It felt like ages since the two of you last met or even talked. Nonetheless, you never did anything yourself about the situation. You came to the conclusion that the new friend group made you feel way more comfortable than Ann and her scheming. Yes, you still did party with them, maybe even more than earlier, but it always felt like you were a part of the circle, not being left out as soon as you don’t feel like getting a blackout out of drunkenness at nearly every party. Guess it’s better that way.

All was good until, of course, it wasn’t. At some point you honestly felt as if the universe had taken you under the microscope the moment you locked eyes with Sanemi that day, waiting in the line behind the dumb girl.

-

“No way.” Your hands clenched the tall glass cup in excitement. “He agreed to meet with you alone? How did you get it out of that dense guy?”

“I don’t know.” Kanao’s voice was as quiet as ever yet, there was a light thrill to be heard in it. “It was an impulse, like if I don’t say it now I never will.” Oh you knew something about that.

Your girly trio was just in the middle of a ‘fancy’ meetup in a way too expensive cafe. That's why you settled for a simple coffee. The sun poured you with golden rays warm enough to get you all out to the cafe garden. Kanao was just telling you how she managed to ask Tanjiro if he would like to spend some time with her, only her. He said yes which was a huge milestone for the situation.

“Did you think about something yet?” You asked.

You had the feeling that you were more interested in the topic than Aoi. On the other hand she must have been living this drama for such a long time now that you didn’t really blame her, especially taking her character into consideration. If she was the one crushing on Tanjiro she would have already taken him, preferably by the collar with no whining. You were kinda interested about her love life but not so nosy as to ask.

“No, he told me he’d text.” Kanao whispered as if it was something bad.

“I mean, that’s cool but you can ask him out yourself. I’ve heard they’re starting with the outdoor cinema shortly if the weather is nice. Maybe you two can go?” You really didn’t want to be too pushy but the timid girl really needed to act up if she wanted the guy. It’s not just a mans’ job to ask out and entertain.

“Maybe.” Was all she answered.

Let's just give it a little bit of time.

-

Idiot: Ramen 7 o’clock?

You opened the chat with Sanemi and happily responded to his offer. It was just so good that the two of you could meet in public without any fear. The public opinion still lingered somewhere at the back of your mind. At one point someone will come after you and call you out on sleeping with your lecturer but you had the very Sanemi by your side to help you ignore those voices. Or maybe it will be you keeping him from smashing someone's face. Either way you’ll get through it.

Idiot: Can I call you for a sec? Nothing important.

You were just about to write a ‘yes’ when another notification popped up.

Tanjiro: I need your help real quick. Do you mind calling?

Shoot. Weighing the options you went for Tanjiro, I mean, he specifically wrote he needed help while Sanemi most likely was just bored.

Reply to Idiot: Sorry but Tanjiro just asked whether I can call him quickly, he needs help with something. Don’t get too mad, I still feel bad for lying to him!

You went for a face call with Tanjiro. When you saw your face lit up on the screen you snorted. Lying in your bed with your head against the wall, looking down on the phone resting on your chest you looked like a potato. Tanjiro was presenting himself better, sitting straight in a chair, his face illuminated by a blue light, guess a computer screen.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“This may sound weird but I don’t feel like asking Nezuko about it so help me out.” He started, looking at the phone from time to time. “I'm thinking about going on a date with this girl and I need advice about it.”

Oh. My. God. If not the face call you would have already texted Kanao that it’s happening.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“So, I need a place. I was thinking cafe but it just sounds boring.” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Oh, the outside cinema is starting next week, you can also go to the zoo or for a picnic in the park…” You started listing options that came to your mind.

“Ah, too many.” Tanjiro scrunched his nose. “I do have some other things in mind but I need something specific.” He seemed to be thinking for a while. “Okay, just tell me what your perfect date would look like. I honestly trust you on this one. Just maybe think of something in your taste but with a romantic vibe.”

“Who’s that girl?!”

“Won’t tell you.”

Of course it’s Kanao. He asks you because he knows the two of you got closer and you talk a lot. Aoi is kinda hard to approach when it comes to love life so you were the obvious choice. You may know what Kanao would want. That's why he asks about your perfect date as in Kanaos perfect date. Another thing is him saying about the romantic twist. He knows Kanao is less party-like. Now you honestly don’t know whether to tell her or to keep it a secret for the sake of a surprise. That actually sounds better. Later you will tell her that Tanjiro called you and all just to show how much he cares. Perfect.

“Okay, give me a sec.” Think, what would Kanao like? Then, it hit you. “Dude, dude! This localisation. Wait.” You quickly sent him the details to the very same botanical garden thay Sanemi once took you. It must be in full bloom right now! Kanao will love it. “It’s a beautiful botanical garden not so far away from here. I was there once but it was winter so I didn’t get to see the outside garden. I would love for someone to take me on a date there.” Jokes on you. “Then dinner. You can pick a nice place or cook something for the both of you. Cooking is good because it involves you taking her to your place, heh.”

Tanjiro gave you a raised brow look at the last comment, but you shrugged it off.

“Did anyone ever tell you how pure you are?” You snickered at him.

“Would you sleep with a guy on your first date?” He asked you, now looking straight on the phone.

“It depends. If I knew him and liked him and we would both agree that the night may end like that it would be more exciting. With a random Tinder or something like that? Nah, probably not.” Quickly, strike while the iron is hot, give Kanao a possibility to get laid. “If you’re friends with that girl, and don’t freak out, I think I know who it is…” He did freak out with a wide-eyed look. “...then it’s a matter of asking. There's nothing wrong with sex outside of a relationship, isn’t it?” You were on a streak with those jokes today.

“No, nothing wrong.” He answered with a nod.

“Then just, I don’t know, signal her at the beginning, fetch out if she's into it or not. Asking whether she’d rather eat in a restaurant or at your place, and I mean your place, is a good start. Just make things straight from the beginning. And don’t be weird if she says no!”

Tanjiro laughed softly.

“Thanks, that was actually great advice.”

-

“Are you free on Saturday?” Sanemi asked while the two of you were slurping ramen in a nice, warm coloured ramen shop.

“What, can’t get enough of me?” You laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“There’s someone who would like to meet you and they won’t let me live my life if I don’t arrange it quickly.” A heavy, tired grunt left his throat, as if it was an everyday pain in the ass. You on the other side felt more excited, or maybe stressed?

“Whose that?”

“An old friend of mine. I told you we had a tight-knit group while I was going to uni myself. They’re one of them. Some blonde bastard that I call a friend spilled out about me having a girlfriend.”

You think you knew that blonde bastard of a friend.

“It’s actually about time to meet with the old idiots so I thought you could just come with me.” He gave you a questioning look from over his steaming bowl.

“You mean your friends?”

“Yeah, you know some of them. Kyojuro, I mean Rengoku, you also met Tengen. He’ll bring his wifes so it’s not like you’ll be the only one outside of the group. Shinobu and Kanae don’t come to these anymore. Oh, the big crying guy that was sitting during our witch trial, his name is Gyomei and two others that you don’t know. Grab some drinks is all.”

You felt like choking on the long noodles but you slowly got used to Sanemi being Sanemi. He found such things easy, such social situations.

“You want me to go drinking with a bunch of lecturers that might possibly teach me in the future?”

“Oh come on, for fucks sake. Drinking with professors is not a crime. At least it’s way less than sleeping with them.” He winked at you and you swore you wanted to scratch that pale eye of his out of its socket. “Besides, that one idiot that’s so eager to meet you also wants to see Genya. She’s talking some nonsense about him being a ‘big boy’ now. Like that little shit still can’t fold his damn underwear.” Who folds their underwear? And, that person is a she, good to know, at least there will be some woman in the group. “Because of that I’ll host it at my place.”

That piece of information made you breathe out in relief. At least you’ll be in a secluded familiar place where no one will bump into you. Also, Genya will be there and he’s around your age and also a student. Oh, Genya will be there… the sacred brother. Now you didn’t know what stressed you more, the bunch of lecturers or Genta himself.

“Well, then I look forward to Saturday.” That was true, nevermind the small flips of your stomach, it could be nice, you’ve gotta be brave.

-

Later the same week you got another text from Tanjiro.

Tanjiro: Hey, you wanna grab lunch on Saturday? Inosuke really wants to go to this new gaming themed place and I have to say it’d be nice to have some outside company. Besides, he’s kinda fond of you I guess so he won’t throw a fuss. It’s a short train ride, only to XXX station.

Yikes, Saturday. You wanted to spend some time getting ready before the big evening. On the other hand lunch and the party at Sanemi’s were several hours apart, you could go see them for two hours. Maybe you could take your outfit and make-up with you and just get ready at Sanemi’s house.

Respond to Tanjiro: No problem. Just, I prefer an earlier hour.

-

“Oh my fucking god, Sanemi please come pick me up, please.” You sobbed quietly on the phone. 

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The (reader insert) mysme linguistics department AU that's been bouncing around in my head for months now; 3k words Rating: General Audiences

“Is there something wrong with that sentence?” Saeran asks, frantically scribbling in his notebook as he speaks. “It’s okay if you have the context, I guess,” you decide, “But without context, it just sounds weird to me.” “And what kind of context do you need?” Saeran seems to be a lot more direct with his questions than his brother has been, and he’s offering none of the same assurances about your general performance as a language consultant. Or: You agree to an interview about your native language. It's not at all what you expected.

This is literally just my niche daydream scenario of choice made as accessible as I could to those who aren't linguistics majors! The basic concept is that the twins are interviewing you about your native language for their research. I did include some English-specific stuff but I still tried to leave it fairly vague as far as what MC's native language is to make it slightly more immersive for as many people as possible. If anyone is interested I can definitely write more in this universe, possibly with some romance!

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To be honest, you're a bit nervous about your upcoming interview. After all, you've never been interviewed for anything before— you were shocked that you even got a call back from the research team doing a study of your native language. You'd only applied for their study out of curiosity— how does one study a language via interview, anyway? After consulting with a few of your friends, you arrived at the conclusion that the researchers must want you to teach the language to them. That should be easy, right? You've been speaking it your whole life, and although Korean isn't your first language, clearly you've been able to learn it well enough to communicate your way through college and into a job here. How hard could it really be to mediate between the two?

Very hard, apparently. You're not sure how much you're supposed to have prepared, but you are coming into this interview with quite a bit of experience failing to explain basic concepts in your native language to a few of your friends. Hopefully, the researchers will know what they're doing— well, of course they will. Who are you kidding? They got approved to conduct a study, after all. That must mean that they have some sort of plan to go on, and you doubt that they would have selected you as a consultant if they didn't think you'd be able to help them. Nevertheless, you nervously adjust your button-down for the fifth time since getting off the train before opening the door to the room where the interview will be conducted.

You are greeted immediately by someone with the reddest hair you've ever seen. “MC, right?” He addresses you in your native tongue, and you blush, not having expected him to know anything right off the bat. If he's already conversational, what does he need you for? Maybe you’re supposed to help him teach somebody else.

“Hi,” you manage. “Yes. Hello.”

“Don't be shy,” he beckons for you to follow him into the room and leads you over to a table where another researcher— also with red hair— is waiting. The first guy is wearing yellow-and-black striped glasses with a matching yellow-and-black hoodie; the second sports a charcoal grey sweater over a pale blue dress shirt. You're not sure how you're going to tell them apart if you come back for a second interview— they've got to be identical twins. Although, you probably won't be coming back for a second interview, if they already speak the language you're supposed to be teaching them. Not that you have any clue how this works— maybe they need help developing language-instruction curriculum, or something along those lines. “I'm Saeyoung,” the one with the glasses pulls your chair back for you, “And this is Saeran. He'll be taking notes, if that's okay?”

“It's fine,” you assure them both. “Good to meet you.” 

“You mentioned on the form that you were okay with recording,” Saeran deadpans. He sounds like he's reciting from a mental script— you suppose there must be at least a few questions that they need to ask for legal reasons. “Is that still true?”

“Yes, of course,” you fidget nervously. He's certainly very intense, and this is not turning out to be what you expected at all. “Um... the form didn't explain what you would be doing?” 

“That's because our faculty advisor doesn't know,” Saeyoung grins, which instantly sets you more at ease. He seems like the type of person you could be friends with, in a non-interview setting, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s quite pretty. “And he made the fliers. All we want to do is ask you some questions about how you say things— and we might also check to see if our ideas about how we might say things are correct. Anything we ask you, just answer honestly. We’re looking for native speaker intuitions here, okay? But that’s just about everything we need from you.”

“Really? And will that help you learn?” You're still confused about how this works. Surely there are professional language teachers they can consult? They work at a university, after all.

“It may not help us with speaking, but it will absolutely help us with our research,” Saeyoung explains. “I wish I could tell you what I'm studying, but if I did, it might make you start to doubt your judgments. Just relax, and tell us whatever comes to your mind naturally. We'll take it from there.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Although, you already speak very well.”

“I've had a lot of practice,” Saeyoung assures you, “But you're a native speaker. You have intuitions that I'll never be able to access on my own.” 

Saeran snorts, but says nothing, and you can't help but agree with him— his twin is a bit intense, too, now that you think about it. “I mean, if you think it'll be helpful…” You trail off, unsure of how to go about this, but grateful that you don’t actually have to teach your native language to the researchers. Of course, knowing that much doesn’t help you to understand what kind of information they’re actually seeking, but Saeyoung and Saeran both seem to know what they’re doing.

“You'll do great,” Saeyoung assures you, “And even if you do a terrible job, you'll still get the cash prize at the end.”

You look to Saeran for clarification. He doesn’t seem like the type to mince words. “Compensation,” is his only explanation. “As noted on the form.”

“Oh, right.” You weren't even thinking about the compensation when you signed up, but the amount they’re offering will certainly go a long way if you attend multiple sessions.

“Alright,” Saeyoung grins. “Let's get started. I have a picture that I want you to describe, if that's okay.”

He slides a sheet of paper across the table to you. Someone has printed the Longcat meme onto it, and in full color, too. “Oh, it's Longcat,” you note.

“See ? People know Longcat,” Saeyoung addresses his brother in Korean. Based on his tone, you get the feeling that there was some heated debate involved in the image selection process. “I told you they would.”

“One person knows Longcat,” Saeran corrects him, “The last five didn't.”

You can't help but smile. “Am I really the only one?”

Saeyoung shakes his head mournfully. “People are so uncultured these days. It's a tragedy.”

Saeran rolls his eyes, before redirecting his attention to you. “How would you say ‘People know Longcat?'“

You get the feeling that he's asking you about your native language, since he already clearly knows how to say it in Korean. “Um...” you consider it, before offering a rough translation. Saeran seems to like it, as he begins vigorously scribbling on a notepad in front of him. “That's how you would, like... express the same idea? But did you mean word-for-word?”

“Never give us a word-for-word translation,” Saeran mumbles, shaking his head.

“He's just being dramatic,” Saeyoung assures you, “But please try to be as authentic as you can. If something is awkward to say or not how you would express whatever idea, just let us know, alright? We won't be mad. Now, would you mind pronouncing 'Longcat' again?”

Saeran rolls his eyes, but doesn’t interrupt as you repeat the word again. He has notes about that, too, which strikes you as odd— you wonder what he could possibly be writing to differentiate your version of 'Longcat' from his own. “Was that good?”

Saeyoung laughs. “If you're saying it naturally, then of course it's good.”

You blush. “Sorry. I'm just a little bit nervous... I've never done this before. I don’t want to mess up your research.” 

“Don't worry,” Saeyoung pats the Longcat picture as if it were a real cat, which, to his credit, gets a laugh out of you. “Just say whatever comes to mind about this picture. It'll help us, I promise.”

“Oh.” You look at the picture for a moment, not sure what you're supposed to say. “Well, it's Longcat, which is... like, a cat that is long?”

“What am I supposed to put for the free translation?” Saeran hisses in Korean.

Saeyoung shoots him a look that says 'shut up' in every language before turning back to you. “Don't mind him. Keep going.”

Considering you don't even know what a free translation is, Saeran’s comment isn’t hard to ignore. “Um, well, there's someone... holding the cat. Maybe that's to make it longer?”

Saeyoung nods, while Saeran continues taking frantic notes. You don't see how what you're saying is that interesting, but if it makes them happy, then you're glad to contribute— even if you are a bit confused. ”Sorry, and how would you say 'maybe they're holding the cat to make it longer?'“ It's giving you a headache to switch back and forth between languages so much, especially since you typically use only one at a time.

You translate his expression to your native language as best you can— the word order is different, of course, and you're not sure if Saeyoung wants you to phrase it as a question or as a statement. The most ‘correct’ way would probably be a statement, but you settle for translating the question to a question. That seems more accurate, even if it’s less grammatical. “But I don't know if that sentence is... like, correct .” Suddenly, you're very worried that you'll be teaching the twins how to speak incorrectly. Then, an even scarier idea pops into your mind: since they're both already so advanced, they might be judging you, and—

Saeyoung laughs. “Of course it's correct.” He waves you off. “You're a native speaker.”

Your eyes widen. “I say things wrong all the time. Like, I say ‘like’—”

“A discourse marker,” Saeran mumbles, talking more to his notes than to you. It doesn't sound like a bad thing, but you're not quite sure.

Saeyoung shakes his head. “And I say ‘well.’ There's literally no difference.”

“Yes, there i—” You start to correct him, before you remember that he's an expert, and also paying you. Maybe it would be best for you to refrain from correcting him on any point— but, then again, he explicitly asked you to correct him if necessary. This linguistics thing seems very complicated. “Never mind.” 

“It's just part of the language.” Saeran shrugs. You get the feeling that if he's on board with ‘like,’ then it's probably fine, considering how grumpy he seems about everything else. 

“Exactly,” Saeyoung agrees, “We want to know as much as we can about how you actually speak, MC.”

The way he says it makes you blush. You know very well that the twins are really only interested in your speech for how it will help them with their research— but, still, they’re both such intense and passionate people, and to have all of that attention trained on you… well, you can’t really beat yourself up about the heat that’s rising to your cheeks, can you? And, anyway, you’re here to help them with their research, not to beat yourself up— you’d better start participating properly. You examine the Longcat photo once again. “Do you want me to just keep describing it?” 

“If you want,” Saeyoung replies, “Otherwise, I have other ways of extracting information.” He wiggles his fingers menacingly, earning a giggle from you and a light shove from Saeran. It doesn’t look like it hurt very much, but Saeyoung rubs his side where his brother’s elbow made contact. “Okay, I get it! Hey, MC— how would you say, ‘Maybe he pushed me to make me shut up?’” 

You glance hesitantly in Saeran’s direction, and he raises his eyebrows in a gesture of invitation that you might classify as playful, considering his typical affect. “It’s a good question,” he concedes with a slight smirk. 

Oh. Alright then. Nothing to see here— just two beautiful twins interrogating you about your native language, as if you could be expected to throw together any combination of words while they’re both looking at you so expectantly. You offer a vague translation. “At least, that’s how I would say it. I know there’s other ways.” You then list a few alternative expressions which have the same general meaning. 

“Okay,” Saeyoung glances at his laptop, which, presumably, contains notes for how he wants to conduct the remainder of this session. “What if I knew for a fact that he pushed me to make me shut up?” 

You consider this. “Um… I guess it would be like, ‘He pushed me to make me shut up.’ But now that I think about it, Saeran didn’t really, uh, push you. He elbowed you, so ‘He elbowed me to make me shut up,’ would be better.”

“Okay,” Saeyoung says again, “So, then, do you think ‘Maybe he elbowed me to make me shut up,’ would be better, too?” 

“Yeah, but ‘pushed’ is still okay,” you explain, though you’re sure he already knows that it’s a permissible word. “I just think it’s wrong in context.”  

Saeran regards you with brilliant green eyes. “Back to the cat,” he taps on the photo with the clicker at the end of his pen, “Could I say, ‘They’re holding it to make the cat longer?’” 

You wince. “Uh… I don’t know.” You really do have to think about it for a moment— surprisingly, it’s not easy to determine right away whether a sentence is appropriate. In all honesty, something about it feels off, but you don’t know how to explain what the problem is. “I think so.” 

“Is there something wrong with that sentence?” Saeran asks, frantically scribbling in his notebook as he speaks. 

“It’s okay if you have the context, I guess,” you decide, “But without context, it just sounds weird to me.” 

“And what kind of context do you need?” Saeran seems to be a lot more direct with his questions than his brother has been, and he’s offering none of the same assurances about your general performance as a language consultant. 

You bite your lip as you consider the inquiry. “I think just the picture of the cat would be enough? But even that is a little weird. I think ‘They’re holding the cat to make it longer’ would be better. Did I say it the other way around before?” 

“What if I said, ‘Maybe they’re holding it to make the cat longer?’” Saeran asks, neither relenting nor answering your question. 

“I don’t know,” you admit, “That does sound a lot better for some reason, but I still don’t like it.” 

“Hm.” You’re not sure if that’s a positive sound, and Saeran seems too occupied with his notes to elaborate further. 

“That’s alright,” Saeyoung assures you, redirecting your attention back to the picture. He’s standing beside you now, so that he can reach over and point at the image without having to lean across the table. “Why don’t you just tell us more about what you think is going on in this picture?” 

“Do you want more ‘maybe’ sentences?” You ask. There seems to be a trend forming here, and you want to be as helpful as you can.

Saeyoung grins. “You’re a sharp one,” he observes. “Yes, we want more ‘maybe’ sentences, please.” 

You chew thoughtfully on your bottom lip as you consider this new request. “Well,” you study the picture in front of you, paying special attention to the wrist of the person holding onto Longcat, “Maybe that watch is a Rolex?” 

That gets both twins smiling. Maybe this language consultant gig won’t be so difficult after all. 

The hour dedicated to your interview goes by surprisingly quickly; it feels as though it’s over before it’s even begun. The twins seem very interested in your guesses and conjectures about the Longcat photo, though you still have no idea what they could possibly be planning to use this data for. “Is there anything else you need from me?” You ask, just after the timer goes off. Saeran, it seems, anticipated that he and Saeyoung would get too wrapped up in the interviewing process to end it promptly without the aid of an alarm— you can respect that, you decide. You were pretty wrapped up, too.

“No,” Saeran assures you with something almost like a smile.

You might be persuaded, were it not for Saeyoung's simultaneous declaration of, “Oh, yeah, but we can save that for the next session.”

“If you want me to stay, I can stay,” you offer, “I've been having fun with this ‘maybe’ business.” You don’t know any of the technical terms, but you get the feeling that the twins are approaching some sort of breakthrough. Even Saeran was fairly animated during the final segment of the elicitation. 

“We have to meet with our faculty advisor,” Saeran explains, perhaps a bit regretfully. “But you can come back next Wednesday, if you'd like.”

“We can also do phone or video interviews,” Saeyoung elaborates. Sometime during the interview, he took to sitting on the table beside you, which you don't suppose is very professional— then again, he did also show you photos of Longcat. Maybe professionalism works differently in his field than it does in yours. “If that's easier for you.”

“I'll come back,” you assure them with a smile, “But I'm bringing snacks next time.” You don’t like the thought of the twins rushing around campus, working for free on this project of theirs before hurrying to a meeting with some professor. They should at least get some refreshments in between, right? 

“Bring something sweet,” Saeran orders.

“Please,” Saeyoung adds on his brother’s behalf with a sheepish smile.

As you leave the classroom that they've taken over for their research, you can't help but wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

[phynoma]

As a countdown to Halloween, I'm sharing the original statements I wrote for the Consuming AU! (<<click for ao3 link) The statements function as horror shorts that work on their own

Statement 3: Teeth

CW: body horror, teeth, gore, illness, description of food/eating, hunger, blood, vomiting

[Tape clicks on. Quiet of the statement room]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Naadia Hamza, regarding a diner in her neighbourhood. Original statement taken 15th of March, 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, the Archivist.

Statement begins.

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I've always been a bit of a night owl.

Ever since I was a teenager and I would sneak out at one or two in the morning and just…wander the streets. Got in trouble for it a couple of times, too. I didn't ever do anything, I wasn't a hooligan. I just liked to be outside at night. The streets are quiet then in a way they never really get during the day. Not silent, not completely. But when you're by yourself, and there isn't the constant noise of lights and cars and dogs and people, you can notice the quieter sounds.

Even in college, when I was old enough that most of my friends were spending their nights partying or studying or actually sleeping, I kept finding new places to walk. I got stopped by police a couple of times– something about a hijabi woman walking around at night freaked them out a bit, I think. Never got accused of soliciting, though, so that's something. But it did get me to start thinking about some proper excuses about why I was up and about at three am, and so that's when I started going to diners.

I know I just said I like night-walking for the peace of it, but that's not completely true. I like people. I do. I think people are interesting. I just…can't handle them all at once? Not when the lights are on.

But at night, in small spaces…it's sort of the best of all worlds. There's something calming about the lights in a diner when it's between one and five in the morning, and the commuters aren't in yet. Like a little buzzing island of neon and fluorescent safety amongst the dark. It makes it feel like…a waypoint in the night. You step inside, and it's like stepping into a little oasis of human nostalgia– not quite real, not the way it is in the daytime, and at the same time so much more real. Like it's the only thing that exists, a bubble against the emptiness of the dark and cold: and there you are, hiding away from the dark with a few other intrepid night wanderers like you.

I had one diner that was my favourite. I had a sort of cycle that I'd go through– Phillips on Mondays and Wednesdays, Highland on Tuesdays and Thursdays– the days of my night classes, when I was there anyway– home on Friday nights for jumu'ah, and the weekends for events and meeting up with friends. When I didn't have a path to follow, I'd make my way down to Pam's Diner.

I don't know if Pam's Diner was ever owned by anyone named Pam. Probably not. I mostly just knew the night waitresses: Maude, who could have been a prematurely aged twenty-five or a well-aged fifty, and Mabel, an older woman who wore too much liquid foundation and lip liner that never seemed to keep her bright red lipstick from trickling up the wrinkles around her mouth.

We got to know each other, in a way. Nothing personal. Nothing like friendship. But we were familiar, anyway. I was a recognizable face in that bit of transient night. Mabel went out of her way to let the others know what I could eat and what I couldn’t, in that way that happens in the midwest–where it could be real kindness, or it could be passive aggression, and the only way to know for sure is to wait until the micro-aggression becomes too obvious to be anything else.

Maybe you’re wondering why I would keep going to a place where I might have been unwelcome. The truth was, most places felt like that. And the food was good. I mean, they didn’t use bacon grease for their hash browns, and their pies were delicious.

I’d started a new schedule for j-term–that’s January term–and so I only had one class: an intensive that lasted from three in the afternoon until nine at night, with a dinner break. Lecture, then labs, then discussion. It was way too long for a class, to be honest, and by the end of it I just had to get out and walk. January in Minnesota is brutal, you know, but it didn’t matter. I kept to my smaller route, which meant I ended up more and more at Pam’s Diner.

Looking back, I don’t know when it was that things started to change. There was never any indication of new ownership, or anything like that. But despite coming in more often, I stopped seeing some of the usuals around. I thought maybe it was just my timing, or the cold keeping people in their own homes. I felt a little sad, to be honest–like I was making a stop at DS9 and the usual crew wasn't there. I tried to ask Mabel about it, but it’s not like I knew anyone’s names, and describing one hairy, old trucker in his cups describes a lot of them.

Another thing I noticed was that the waitresses were smiling a lot less. Again, that could have just been the cold, or the familiarity. Maybe they didn’t make as much of an effort when they saw me all the time? But they were always pleasant to me, asking how I was and how my family was, asking what I’d learned in class that day. Maude kept her lips close together, even when she spoke. Every once in a while, I’d see her standing in the little waystation between the kitchen and the tables, holding a hand to her cheek like she was fighting off a toothache in the back of her jaw. Mabel’s lipstick seemed brighter than before, and the red that bloomed around her mouth looked almost like broken veins.

I still didn’t think much of it until January 16th. I know the date because I’d spent extra time in the lab that day, trying to fix a group project, and I’d marked the date and time a half dozen times in my lab notebook before finally setting out into the night. My labmates, Dex and Karen, invited me out for drinks, which I declined. Besides the fact that I don’t drink, I needed alone time. I needed to walk.

I was going to skip the Diner, considering how late it was, but something about that homey, yellow glow pulled me right back in. I thought maybe I’d get a coffee and a piece of pie, nothing more. Something to excuse my sitting there in the booth. There was only one other patron, a crusty old geezer with wispy grey hair and a thick, peeling, leather jacket that had seen too many winters. He was bent over the chrome bar in the usual position of late night patrons, seeming to hug his plate of biscuits and gravy. There was gravy in his moustache and an off-white, ceramic cup of coffee in easy reach.

I sipped at my own cup and made tracks through the whip cream on top of my apple pie with my fork like it was a miniature zen garden, going over the experiments we’d run that day and the places we’d gone wrong. Biochem was a killer of pre-med students, and I wanted a good grade, to hell or high water with my labmates. I was still thinking about it when a couple walked in–high, from their self-conscious giggling and overloud voices–and Mabel swept off to take care of them.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the old man at the bar or his conversation, but when he raised his voice it was hard not to notice. Mabel was dealing with the newcomers, so Maude was the one who came out to see what the ruckus was. He kept asking her questions, “what does she think she’s playing at?” and “a long-time patron deserves better,” and “doesn’t want to make a fuss that would cost her her job, but this was unacceptable.” I felt a bit defensive–whatever it was that had pissed the man off, I resented him taking it out on Maude. It wasn’t as if she made the food.

She spoke quietly, her cheeks drawn, her lips over her teeth. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the man wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t want a fucking refund!” he said, loudly enough to distract even the high couple from their menus. He held up something–tiny, glinting yellowish-white–and looked around the diner as if triumphantly presenting evidence to a jury. “Y’all watch your food! I’ve found a tooth in mine! An honest-to-god, human tooth! What’s next? Rat bones? A live cockroach? You makin’ this gravy from human meat?”

It was so ridiculous that I just gaped at him in amazement. Now, from the looks of this guy, he didn’t have a whole lot of teeth to begin with. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cracked the rotten thing right from his own mouth. Maude covered her mouth with both hands, looking stricken, and then rushed to the back. She looked about to cry, or be sick, and I didn’t blame her. Who says something like that?

Mabel clicked her tongue and apologised to the man, comped his meal. He calmed down eventually and left. The stoner couple spent the rest of their stay snickering to themselves about it. It’s not uncommon to see strange things in the late night diners. It’s part of the bargain of having a place to go–you share it with whoever else might be out there.

I asked Mabel about Maude when she came by to check on me, and she assured me that Maude was shaken but fine. “Thanks for askin’, sweetie,” she said, and patted my hand. “You’re a good one. Pie’s on me, tonight.”

I finished my pie and my coffee and went to use the bathroom before I left. I caught sight of Maude through the swinging silver doors to the back, with their porthole windows. She was crying, her mascara running down her cheeks. I only saw her for a moment, but her mouth was open as she wept, and I could have sworn all her teeth were rotted black.

I shouldn’t have gone back after that night. I didn’t, for a while. Didn’t go on night walks at all, and then when I did, I went to other diners. But something about Pam’s always drew me back. I think I told myself it was curiosity, and concern for the waitresses that I considered friends, in a strange way. Companions of the dark. Maybe it was just that their food was that good. I started craving it–mashed potatoes and gravy, cobb salads, cornbread, pie. Things I could get anywhere, but nothing was quite as good. For whatever reason, I made my way back to Pam’s Diner two more times.

The second to last visit, Maude was already gone. I ordered, and when Mabel had a spare minute between serving the truckers that had stopped in, I asked her about Maude. Mabel looked tired, more tired than she had before. Her foundation was caked on like paste, and she’d completely given up on lipline,r if she’d ever used it at all. The red ran up the wrinkles around her mouth like a spiderweb.

“Maude was let go, unfortunately,” she told me. “A couple of weeks back, now.”

“Not because of that man–that customer who yelled at her, right?” I asked, indignant.

Mabel assured me it was not because of that incident, although from her tone I got the idea that it might have been a factor– or a symptom of something worse going on in her life, it was hard to tell. I thought about her face through the warped plastic porthole, the dark wreckage of her mouth, and I shuddered to myself.

I’d thought I’d just stick with coffee, but instead I found myself ordering a whole meal, with dessert. Things were a little slower without Maude there, but I didn’t go to the diner for quick service. I sat and watched the other customers, wondering if there’d be another dramatic showdown that night. As the minutes crept on, I started to get properly hungry–that stomach-churning stage where you start to feel sick and light-headed. I hadn’t seen Mabel come out of the kitchen for a while.

I got up and used the bathroom for something to do, and for the excuse to pass by the kitchen doors and take a peek. I didn’t see anyone on the way in, but on the way back glanced around to make sure no one was watching me–they weren’t–and then I poked my head inside. It took me a moment to realise what I was seeing.

The kitchen was active, as I’d have expected–burners on, oven blazing, deep-fry running, dishwashing machine clattering. But only half the lights were on, and there was no one there. No one, that was, but Mabel–her scarlet lips pursed in concentration as she dashed back and forth between plates of food, preparing it all herself. For a wild moment, I thought about offering to help her. Then I thought better of it, and, a little uneasy for a reason I couldn’t explain, so I simply went back to my seat and waited for the meal Mabel had prepared.

I thought, after the weirdness of the kitchen scene and the way Mabel’s focused, frantic movements had unsettled me, that I would have lost my appetite. Instead, I ate every bite.

The last time I went to Pam’s Diner, I’d been dreaming of apple pie for a week straight. I wasn’t able to do my night walks due to midterms. Then, the stress of pulling all-nighters and studying day in and day out caught up to me, and I was in bed with stomach flu for a week. I have a few friends who always get sick around midterms, but I never had. I figured it was finally time for it to happen to me, nothing more. I could barely keep down any food at all, and my stomach felt like it was full of dull knives, sharpening themselves against each other. I dreamt about food.

So when I finally recovered enough to eat, I decided to reward myself with Pam’s. I figured I’d take it easy, since I was still recovering–but I could barely wait to sink my teeth into solid food again.

When I arrived at Pam’s it was around midnight– a little early for me, but that’s how eager I was. Mabel was the only one working. She was thinner than I’d ever seen her, but she smiled at me with her lipstick-stained mouth and set me up in my usual booth. There was no one else in the diner but me.

I ordered coffee and pie, my usual “light” fare. I didn’t know how well pie would sit with me, but the thought of that luscious, cinnamon-and-vanilla delight was too much to avoid. My stomach churned and growled, embarrassingly loud. I couldn’t remember ever being so hungry before in my life.

When Mabel brought out the pie, I barely restrained myself before digging in. As soon as she turned her back, I shovelled in a mouthful of that piping hot pie so quickly that I burned the roof of my mouth. But it was worth it. It was perfect, everything I’d been dreaming of in my feverish week of illness. It was safety in the night. It was familiar faces in a crowd of strangers. It was the warm, yellow glow of a liminal waypoint in the endless void of dark.

I was halfway through the pie when I bit down on something hard. It jarred me badly, the ache going all through my jaw and neck. I managed to swallow most of my bite and spit out the hardness. I tried to tell myself that it was just a bit of burnt ingredients, something normal, even when I already knew what I’d see.

It was a tooth. Small, maybe an incisor. Human. The roots were missing, but it was still undeniably a person’s tooth.

I felt sick. I stared at the thing, trying to tell myself that I was imagining things, that I had somehow created this awful scenario in my own mind. I stared at the thing in the palm of my hand, unmoving, not wanting to disturb the reality of the place. I didn’t even hear Mabel’s short heels clacking up to my table until she was right beside me.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “Oh, dear.”

Like it was an unfortunate accident. Like it was a bit of burnt toast, and not a human tooth in the middle of my apple pie. Were there more? Should I excavate them out? I shuddered.

“So sorry about that,” Mabel said, and her voice seemed strange and muddled. For some reason, I didn’t want to look up at her face. “I’ll get that taken care of for you. Do you want a new piece?”

“No, that’s alright,” I said. I should have been screaming, probably, but that would have been rude. “I’m good.”

“I’ll take that, for you,” Mabel said, and plucked the tooth from my hand. I realised what it was about her voice that was so strange; it sounded wet, somehow. I shook with the effort not to look up at her, to see the mess I knew would be her mouth. “Sorry again, dearie. I’ll be right back with a top-up for that coffee.”

As soon as she walked away, I grabbed my coffee to wash the memory of the pie from my mouth. I was so frantic I knocked the ceramic against my teeth and cut my lip, combining the astringency of the dark brew with the metallic tang of my own blood. It was only after that it hit me that the teeth could be in anything. I poured the rest of the cup over my plate, but there was nothing but a small ribbon of blood.

The dull grinding in my gut that had plagued me for the last week woke again with a vengeance. I curled over myself and wondered if I was dying, if I would die there in a booth in Pam’s Diner, in the middle of the night. I wondered if anyone would ever find me, or if I would disappear with the morning like a ghost. It felt like anything could be possible.

I forced myself to sit up and call a rideshare. I didn’t want to walk home, in the dark and the silence. I staggered to the bathroom, hoping that, if nothing else, I could lock myself in for the eight to fifteen minutes it would take for my taxi to get there.

I locked the door and went to the sink to splash water on my face and see how badly I’d hurt my lip, and that’s when I saw it. As I lifted my lip to check the damage, there was a dark spot in my smile. A tooth, missing. An incisor. I touched the spot, unable to believe what I was seeing. It was simply…gone. Had I chipped off my own tooth, somehow? I couldn’t understand. It was just…gone.

Then the pain in my stomach overtook me again, and I doubled over on the floor. It felt like something was tearing loose from inside of my organs, like the knives were breaking free at last. It was the pain of the last week but worse, worse than it had ever been, and I couldn’t even crawl to the toilet before I vomited.

Blood spilled from my mouth and over the fake linoleum. I spat out a half dozen small, hard, perfectly intact teeth. When I felt inside my mouth with my tongue, all of my teeth were present, save for the one. I felt the ripping again and another half dozen teeth clattered to the floor: molars, eyeteeth, an array. I screamed, then. I screamed and couldn’t stop screaming, even as I felt my throat close up with rows of sharp and gnashing bone.

It’s funny, how people expect you to forget things like trauma. I remember everything that happened after that: Mabel knocking on the door, pleading with her wet, empty mouth for me to let her in; the sirens; the paramedics forcing down the door; the empty, spotless kitchen we passed through on the way out, with its dimly flickering fluorescent lights and the mason jars lined up beneath the industrial sink, full of teeth. I remember wondering if Maude’s were there, and Mabel’s. I wondered if anyone would pick up mine from the blood on the bathroom floor, wash them and put them in a jar of their own.

I remember the ambulance, and thinking that my parents would kill me for the expense, and that I still didn’t know if I would pass my midterms. And then, finally, someone gave me some kind of gas and I passed out.

It’s been three days, and the tests are inconclusive so far. I gave my statement to the police, but there’s not much they can do with phantom teeth. I guess that’s why they’ve called you in. I don’t know if you know what’s happening to me, or why.

The hospital is taking care of me alright, but I miss going on my walks, and the food is terrible. I’d do just about anything for a piece of apple pie.

Statement ends.

***

This was the first statement I tried to record myself, just to get a feel for the flow of it. It'd need a lot of editing to actually work on a podcast! But I'm pleased nonetheless

The Consuming AU can be found here

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

[ridiasfangirlings]

An au where Munakata is a bit older and meets little Fushimi. He notices how amazing this child is but has shitty parents and think he should adopt the kid instead but Niki isn't going to let anyone take away his little monkey (not sure what Kisa would do though). What do you think Munakata would do?

Munakata will just have to find a definitely very legal way to take this child for himself :D Would this be after he becomes King though or before, things would probably be more difficult if it was pre-King and he can't just use government privilege to kidnap rescue the kid. Like imagine this happens before Munakata leaves to go overseas for college, he's out walking and runs across this small child left alone in the park. Naturally being a helpful and proper sort of person Munakata takes it upon himself to help get the child home. The kid gives his name as 'Fushimi Saruhiko' and doesn't seem interested in talking to anyone though, when Munakata comes over to him and offers to help him find his parents Fushimi just gives Munakata this long stare and then walks away. Munakata wonders if Fushimi is scared or worried since it's getting darker and Fushimi just shrugs, 'that guy' leaves him alone to find his way home by himself all the time and he always manages.

Munakata is beginning to be concerned by this kind of talk and he wonders if Fushimi is being harmed by his parents in some way. Fushimi just shrugs and sits down, he spotted some bugs in the grass and he's just watching them. Munakata sits next to him and tries to make some small talk, thinking maybe he can bond with this child and get Fushimi to open up to him more. He's surprised when Fushimi turns out to have great knowledge of insects, he can point out which ones are which and he even tells Munakata good ways to catch them. Munakata wonders if Fushimi likes insects and Fushimi shrugs and says not really. Munakata asks what he does like and Fushimi says 'nothing,' Munakata asks if he has any hobbies and Fushimi says he likes computers. Munakata takes this as a good sign Fushimi is opening up to him and offers his PDA for Fushimi to look out, he's surprised when within like ten minutes Fushimi's jail-broken the entire thing.

Naturally Munakata is very enthusiastic about this kid now, he's amazed that Fushimi is not being properly nurtured when it's clear that Fushimi has so much potential. When he finally manages to get Fushimi to go back home Munakata comes with him, intending to request from Fushimi's parents that Munakata be allowed to take Fushimi under his wing as something of a protege. Of course when he knocks on the door Niki appears, imagine Niki trying to play up the whole 'I couldn't possibly let a weird stranger spend all this time with my special little monkey' thing but Munakata is paying attention more to Saruhiko's body language and he can tell that Fushimi is miserable and terrified. Unfortunately in this situation I think Munakata would be limited in what he can do, like if he wants to report Niki to Child Services he needs actual proof, and finding out that Fushimi's mom is this high powered CEO means even if he did get proof it would be difficult to fight against her.

In the end he decides that until he goes overseas at least he will try to get close to Saruhiko and nurture him as much as possible, imagine Munakata observing Fushimi's home in order to see how often Fushimi is alone and then he makes an appearance to spend time with the kid. He's careful about never leaving any evidence behind and maybe they go to the park normally instead, Fushimi's hesitant to spend time with this strange guy at first but he slowly starts to relax more. At some point though Munakata does have to go overseas and imagine him leaving Fushimi with all this contact info, hoping that Fushimi will keep in touch with him, because Munakata hates the idea that this talented interesting child should be left alone with no one. Fushimi never calls or writes though, just goes completely silent despite Munakata's attempts to reach out – but even so, when Munakata awakens as King, his first action is to use S4's computers to seek out 'Fushimi Saruhiko,' because Munakata is determined to do what he couldn't all those years ago.

[btsbs]

Okayyy I saw some of your tags and now I am very curious (and if you're not comfortable sharing that's fine) about what your fav bts fanfic genres are and if you have any recommendations.

I remember those tags, I was referencing a Jungkook that felt very high school au to me. I struggle with high school au, mostly because it's been such a long time since I was in high school that most of what writers are incorporating in those fics is not at all relatable to my experiences. As much as I can suspend reality and put these guys in all kinds of crazy universes, it's really hard for my brain to read a high school or college au without setting it in my own high school or college in my mind, if that makes any sense? If it's well written and it finds it's way in front of me I will read it, but it's not one I really seek out.

For me it's less about the setting and more about a compelling plot, which can be hard to find. I like angst, pining, miscommunication, make it hurt good. I don't even mind major character death, but I feel like virtually no one writes that and most of what's out there is pretty fluffy. I'm ok with some fluff but if everything is just too perfect minus like, one fight you can feel coming a mile away, I start losing interest. I also *try* to not read tags on ao3 because I like being surprised, not knowing who's going to end up together from the start or what is going to happen. I understand why they are there, but they're not for me. The bts extended universe that gets presented to us is already pretty sanitized and fluffy, I don't need to read it in fic form. Throw in some secret relationships or unrequited love and I'm all over it.

In terms of recommendations, I am incredibly unorganized on ao3 and I wish there was a better way on there for me to sort/review/rank what I've read without it being visible to the author. I have I think only 4 fics actually bookmarked, and I went through my history and there are 1,486 fics in there, that includes several I never fully read or finished but yeah. I can also read most pairings so the options are limitless.

If you like namgi and pining, Verified Amateurs and Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm are great. Yoonjin- Worldwide Lonesome by loindexter. There's a jikook orphaned fic called Circuit that is one I liked so much I actually bookmarked, same with an orphaned sope fic called Same Damn Hunger. When I first got into the fandom I started with a lot of yoonmin fics, and U k i y o by sharleena (it's reallly long) and (feat. Jimin) by dawnstruck still live in my head. I could keep going through my history as my actual rec list is definitely longer than this...if you have more specifics let me know and I'll dig deeper! I'm also always open to recommendations if anyone has any!

[sarcasticassian]

Please a Legally Blonde Steddie AU could bang

Steve is sick of everyone thinking he’s an idiot just because he decided to study cosmetology and not something ‘academic’, he’s even pretty sure that his ex girlfriend Nancy Wheeler broke up with him because he was too ‘stupid’ (she didn’t, they just weren’t very compatible in the end but he doesn’t realise this yet) so after hearing that she’s going to Harvard Law he decides that this is the perfect way to show everyone that he is smart and hey if it makes Nancy change her mind about dating him then he won’t stop her

In place of the Delta Nu squad the kids Steve babysits come in to help him study, they’re all little geniuses anyway, especially Dustin (who is not his favourite, he doesn’t play favourites), and with their help he passes his LSAT and gets in, his dad who is just happy that his son is finally doing something ‘respectable’ is happy to pay for Steve once he’s in

Steve turns up and it becomes clear to everyone apart from him that he Does Not Fit In but he manages to bump into Nancy (you go into Harvard Law?) and it turns out she’s dating someone else now, her new boyfriend Johnathan is also a student at Harvard

(they’re kinda Warner and Vivian but I don’t want them being mean so they’re just maybe slightly stand offish because this guy that Nancy dated in college is suddenly at Harvard and is that not slightly weird to anyone else? Plus I want Steve and Johnathan being friends by the end cause if they’re not getting it in canon they deserve it here)

Steve’s first class is with Professor Hopper who kicks him out after embarrassing him in front of the rest of the class and some asshole called Jason suggested he be removed and this is where he meets Eddie for the first time, Eddie sees this random guy angrily muttering to himself and he also immediately can tell he doesn’t fit in, just like Eddie doesn’t, so he decides to be nice and offer him so advice, he tells him that Hopper isn’t always like that, gives him tips on how to impress in his class, tells him Professor Byers likes when you speak up and Owens is nice but he spits a little

(Eddie is smart like I just know he is and here he’s driven to study because he wants to work in family law and work with domestic violence/abuse victims because he spent his entire childhood watching his dad being a grade A asshole until he was eventually moved to live with his Uncle who he’s planning on buying a swanky new house when he wins his first big case etc but that doesn’t mean he fits in at Harvard, he got in on his smarts but also a long list of scholarships and his ripped jeans and leather jacket stand out against the designer, muted clothes a majority of the other students wear)

Steve is grateful for the advice from this random but kind (and cute) student but their meeting is cut short when Nancy and Johnathan approach him after class, Steve spirals a little and this is when he finds Robin’s coffee shop (unless you think she’d work at a hair salon or something but I thought coffee worked better for them), they fall into a grand friendship and Steve watches as Robin gazes longingly at the cute UPS girl (Chrissy or Vickie, whichever floats your boat) and *insert boobies conversation here*

With Robin’s encouragement and Eddie’s help Steve actually progresses really well in his classes and even Nancy Wheeler is impressed when he verbal smacks down Jason in *Callahan equivalent*’s class (idk who Callahan would be so take your pick) and Steve, Nancy, Johnathan and Jason (ew) are picked to intern on a big case

Idk who Brooke would be or what the case is but maybe something to do with family law because I feel like that’s the sort of thing Steve would be interested in, he’s dealt with parental neglect his whole life and he watched Max having to go through court proceedings when she was younger etc and he’s seen how passionate Eddie is about it and he’s a little inspired

If you’re following the musical instead of taking Eddie to the mall for a makeover Steve takes him to a hair salon to properly do his hair and it is so, so soft after

idk if here Steve is sexually assaulted by his professor like Elle or if it’s something else, perhaps outed against his will, it kinda depends on the year it’s set in and who Callahan is but something shitty happens to him and he decides to go home ‘because who is he kidding’ but when he goes to say goodbye to Robin she smacks him across the back of the head and is like don’t be a dingus you got this and Hopper, who happens to be getting coffee as well agrees and so Steve charges back to the courtroom

If it is a similar court case to Brooke’s in the film then I lowkey want Billy to be the daughter equivalent because imagine he gets caught because he perms his mullet lmao)

But happy ending, Steve and Eddie are in love, Robin gets her UPS girl, Nancy and Johnathan graduate with Steve and Jason doesn’t, Eddie wins his first big case and buys Wayne that house and the kids road trip to Boston to come annoy Steve

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I have an idea for you, but if you want to disregard it... How about Viktor and Jayce go to our world, where they find the reader who helps them by giving them a place to sleep and eat... Maybe a romance with Viktor and the reader falling in love. And Viktor and Jayce adapting to our world.

I've briefly seen a few of these kinds of premises around on tumblr or ao3, can't remember, and I think it's a very fun idea! I'd love to work on a modern AU soon heh.

headcanons/bulleted fic addressing this plot under the readmore! it's very soft imo, and very cozy

generally speaking:

I'm just imagining two very lost boys, big eyes taking in everything around them

there are a few ways of going about this; go full transplant trope and dump them in Times Square, or in some random corn field -- but personally i think it would be VERY fun to have them in some sort of suburban college-y area that seems somewhat familiar to them (all the fancy buildings with spires and stuff) and yet not

it would make so much sense for them to land somewhere near a university and just be so perplexed by all the coffee shops (viktor clearly smells one from miles away and that's their homing beacon) full of professors and students typing away with that dang glowing apple on the back of their screen

at first they just see the glow of the screens on everyone's faces and possibly think -- is everyone possessed here? because nobody's staring at a metal rectangle that intently in piltover, much less zaun.

they adapt quickly of course, but when you try to explain things to them later on, they have to rephrase things within their own context.

people keep trying to instagram-model jayce and he plays along for a bit before realizing that obsessing over likes aint it

they specifically are really, really into vending machines (especially if they see a japanese one eventually). jayce says it might mean that they actually eat for once if they get one installed in the lab

jayce is VERY disappointed we don't have real magic (as in energy) but he's entertained enough with nuclear energy and when you set him up with email he's contacting every prof asap; he and viktor wonder if the hex crystals might be some already stabilized (more stable and safer than uranium at least) form of this energy. most don't respond, so viktor (after a few months learning how to code) spoofs a fancy Harvard email address and suddenly they get a ton of answers. when you ask if they've decided to become criminals here, they look at you like a bunch of meerkats, saying that it's excusable for science

they buy way too many books with the money they earn doing odd jobs. way too many for your apartment. and they actually READ them ALL

they're weirded out that we don't have robot people, or Yordles, or basically any other humanoid species besides human. Vik accidentally lets his true feelings out when he mutters 'primitive' like it's an insult. sassy!

in terms you/viktor

for some reason the concept of them accidentally wandering into some sort of soup kitchen is what i see; there are charities with signs saying that anyone who is without money can come eat. and that's certainly the two of them; at least enough stuff is familiar about stores and shops that they understand how to handle themselves enough (thankfully the LoL universe is steampunk, which is yeah sure based in the 1800s or so, but at least its still society as we know it)

i would love for YN to be volunteering there; in fact i think this is what sort of first ignites vik's interest. you're cute, yeah, but that doesn't register until he sees you handing a hot meal to a recovering addict whose family disowned them, and watching how you care for them and try to sneak in an extra breadstick

its important that they see our world isnt so different; we have our undercities and our piltovers -- they're the ivory towers and the slums, and even we with our instantaneous, faster-than-hextech information ecosystem we are still fighting, still struggling, still not a utopia

anyway, they linger around the soup kitchen after hours because they don't really know where to go. but it has to be closed up, and you (very cautiously) let them take the spare room that you're trying to sublet

both men are hasty to tell you they'll find work (once they realize they're stuck for now, and dont have the resources or supplies to begin working on a solution to get home) so they can help cover rent

jayce, being able-bodied, is able to go get a construction job -- he has no papers, so it's not like he or viktor could waltz into a regular job interview (also i kind of want to see what its like for a privileged, albeit beefy, trust fund kid to experience a blue-collar job). this leaves you at home with viktor a lot more, and it's viktor who asks you to help him find more things for him and jayce to figure out their mystery (why they got to our world and how to get back)

it brings you closer together over time, and especially after viktor discovers canned hard cider (let's make it a different sugary drink, like mountain dew, ha, or starbucks holiday drinks for the under-21s) you end up staying up late, drinking with him and kind of just... learning about each other, sharing philosophies, having great conversations

it's the first sort of real break from the constant pressure of the council breathing down their necks. the only people who depend on them here are each other, not the whole of piltover and zaun. and that sort of frees up brainspace for both of them

sure, viktor pores over his experiments and studies on why they're in our world, but he's starting to realize that there's just.. a limit on what you can do in a day

he learns this the hard way when he goes on an information bender after you give him access to a browser, and specifically google. what he finds is that there's so much information out there, not all of it good, not all of it true, and that it would be simply impossible to attempt to master it all.

he's fascinated by it, though, and sort of starts teaching himself to code (one day, when he goes back, he brings that knowledge to hextech and finds a way to bridge their world (possibly a different planet light years away) and ours, because they actually have a stable and portable energy source in the crystals, unlike us with us barely having even applied nuclear fusion)

as for falling in love:

i briefly mentioned it above but i think it's refreshing for viktor to liaise with a normal person (not a councilor, not extreme academics like him). because even hardcore grad students in our world have lives; there's so much to explore and this is the first time in history that a lot of the activities previously gatekept by rich people have become affordable (not perfect, but still)

he's so intrigued by how people navigate this messy world with all this info at their fingertips.

one day, he learns about dating apps because a barista at the cafe down the street keeps hitting on him and viktor wonders if there's a more discreet way of going about meeting people you like

partly for fun you show him some, most of your profiles were dead because you kind of stopped looking or even browsing after you got closer to vik, but you don't tell him that. you show him all the horrible things in online dating and he's so so scandalized by some of the texts and pictures

but he starts asking you more about modern dating generally, and how people find the time to date when they could be so busy learning so much stuff -- he says even wasting time on reddit and company can still be learning, even if it's not really scientific or always good

and when you tell him that people just... have to make time, it sort of becomes clear to him that normal piltovans or zaunites have that privilege, because they aren't the only two people that the whole dang city relies on for innovation. so because he has the clarity from being a normal person here, he realizes that sure -- there are ways to help people that aren't going to attract that kind of crazy corporate/political attention, and that normal people have the luxury of making time where they want it

so when he asks you on a date, he says it in this manner: "would you make some time for me?"

but it's so specific and old-fashioned in our world that it doesn't register at first; you instinctively agree because it's just a thing people say; it's not quite laden with meaning as a phrase

on the date however, you meet viktor after you get home from work and figured he just wanted to hang out and chill, but instead he's gone through the recesses of the internet to look up dating ideas. he has a good enough sense to figure out what's pure capitalist idiocy and what's relevant, but he sort of just shows you the computer screen and says there was too much information; and then he asks you how you'd like to spend time with him, and you tell him your favorite pastime, then show him that

he likes drawing runes on your stuff to see what happens (nothing); you are much less enthusiastic about this habit

he very much likes cereal for some reason, particularly frosted ones

beyond this i feel like it would be about deepening your connection over time (and someday dragging him to urgent care to get looked at) and so so soft.

[blue-straeh]

drunk - kang taehyun

genre: angst (kind of lovers to strangers au), sort of a song fic

pairings: taehyun x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, taehyun being drunk, parties, one kiss scene, heartbroken and somewhat pathetic reader till the end, let me know if there's smth else to add

word count: 0.9k words (914 to be exact)

note: i got inspired to write this oneshot by the amount of sad, slow ballads that i have been listening to, but mainly by the song 'drunk text me' - lexi jayde (give it a listen if you can!)

hope you like it♡

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you were currently at one of your classmate's grand 'end of semester' party, sitting on the couch, looking at the herd of drunken people dancing to some pop song with a red plastic cup in hand filled with some kind of alcohol.

well, you weren't really interested in anyone.

your eyes were just settled on one person in particular.

him.

you were staring right at taehyun across the room, who was either very oblivious of your burning gaze or maybe just didn't care.

because currently he had his body flush against a girl, while they danced to the blasting music.

they were close.

too close for your liking. but it's not like you could do anything about it.

and as if the world wanted to mock you more, the song changed to something slow.

the kind of song couples would slow dance to.

you saw them smile to each other and dance as if they didn't have a care in the world.

you wondered if he even remembered that the song currently playing was the same song you both had danced to at 3 am, back when your feelings were mutual.

you and taehyun were never really a thing. you both met through mutual friends and got close.

both of you caught feelings with time, but never acted on it.

he treated you like no one else did. he made you feel special.

he always wished you texts of 'good mornings' and 'goodnights' no matter how tired he was. he always gave you a ride to college. he spent nights cuddling with you in your tiny pillow fort as you both had movie nights, he danced with you in the middle of night and stargazed together with you, he indulged in your lamest stories and laughed with you, he took you out on "friendly" dates, gave you flowers, held your hand, acted protective whenever someone looked at you weirdly and most of all, he made you happy.

he made you fall in love with him.

you were completely head over heels for him. you still are.

how could you forget all the beautiful moments you shared? all the times, he said he'd stay with you forever.

"forever" was dead in your love story, or if you could even call that.

the thing you regret the most is not putting a label on your relationship, because now, even though your stomach was churning in jealousy looking at the scene in front of you, you could do nothing but stare at them instead of pulling him away from her like you wanted to.

because what right did you have after all? he never said he loved you outright after all.

you could feel yourself getting more drunk with each sip of alcohol you took.

you downed the liquor in your cup and let the fond memories of your past engulf you.

you loved it when taehyun got drunk.

most of the times, you never seemed to know what went on his head when he was sober, but when he got drunk, he turned his guard down and you could see him in his vulnerable state, when he didn't lie and was honest.

you remember the very first time drunk taehyun had texted you. it was very messy and confusing, unlike his usual short and neat texts.

you had asked him where he was and if he was alright, to which he had replied with, 'i'm alright 'cuz you take care of me and make me happy. don't leave me plz', with a dozen heart emojis or it was something like that, his original text being messy and filled with typos.

you had gone to fetch him and he told you that he couldn't imagine life without you.

funny how all the words turned out to be so empty, the second he layed his eyes on the new girl.

it started with a study session, then a hangout and eventually dates.

the moment she came into picture, your relationship was down in the shambles. you tried to salvage it, you really did.

but what could you do if he didn't even look at you the same way like he did before? the eyes that sparkled with love and admiration, now felt like a stranger's. his eyes that once searched for you in every room, now searched for hers.

he never really liked loud places and parties, saying it caused him headaches. he didn't really like to be the center of attention, saying that it was always too much drama. he never really hurt anyone, but here you were feeling your heart breaking into a million pieces as he places his lips on hers.

he didn't even seem like the person you fell in love with.

but you still loved him, deeply.

no one has ever loved you like him and no one has ever hurt you like him.

but because it is kang taehyun, it is fine, even if he ghosts you, makes you feel special and loved and then just leave with no closure.

it hurt a lot and it is pretty pathetic but, you don't think it's possible to love anyone else but him.

even if it killed you to see him with someone else, it was okay, reason being only one, you loved him unconditionally and even if you are unable to move on, you hoped the boy is always with someone who makes him feel happy and loved like he did to you.

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the end.

author's note: honestly, this story was kinda rushed and it's not one of my best works (and i personally don't like the ending much but i didnt know how to end it tbh) but hope you still like it.

leave a like, message or reblog if you like the story! (no pressure tho)

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Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."