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Classes have finally stopped for lunch break. I wasn't ready for this level of difficulty when I decided to enroll here but the universe once again likes to prove me wrong. My head is spinning and my throat is dry like a dessert from doing vocal exercises since morning and it's currently 13:00 for crying out loud. They didn't joke when they said it would be strict but a little heads up in the curriculum would be nice for us newcomers.

I feel like if I don't voice out everything that's in my head right now it might be the cause of a stroke. So I seize the opportunity to voice my complaints to Jungkook instead of making small talk on our way to the cafeteria where we would meet up with the other boys. Honestly bonding through pain-sharing is way more effective than simply finding wether we like the same food or have the same taste in music and clothes.

"Ahh, I feel like my vocal cords are begging me to stop talking for the next three weeks. If this is the first day of classes I dread to see what's coming up. I might not make it till the end of the first month!"

He snorts and pats my back in what seems like consolation. "Have you never had vocal exercises before? Your throat hurting might indicate that you're doing it wrong you know." Yeah, consolation my ass. I sneek a glare at him but he only raises his hands in defense. "No offense Y/N, it's only natural if you've never done it before."

I can only sigh and hang my head in embarrassment because I can't deny the fact that I've never had vocal training before. "Well you know.. I've been singing even before I could speak properly but, yeah, I have never taken any classes on how to do it right as a professional, I guess."

"There isn't a right or wrong way to sing really, there's only good and bad technique. It's not that you've been singing the wrong way, it's just that you've been hurting your vocal cords while doing it."

My eyebrows furrow at his response as I'm trying to process his words. I know he's trying to make me feel better but frankly I don't see the difference. "Uh, isn't that practically the same thing? I don't really see your silver lining Jungkook."

The boy shakes his head and prompts me by the arm as we near our destination. "Trust me, you'll see the difference soon."

"You sound experienced. Have you taken classes like these before?"

"Hmm, judging by your question I can say for sure that Jimin hyung hasn't told you anything about anyone, huh." He clicks his tongue in disapproval that I know absolutely nothing about him even though we share the same best friend. "Well fyi, I've had a vocal teacher since elementary school and I attended a few extra curriculum dance classes."

I yeald in my tracks, my mouth gaping as I look at him dumbfounded. I kinda figured that he'd be as clueless as I am but my guess was off by a million. He might be a pro already whereas I'm standing here like a baby chick trying to take my first steps after cracking my way out of my egg. "Right. Well then, for making me feel like a total noob you'll have to make up for the rest of the year by coaching me on the side."

His eyes widen as he comes to a sudden halt after hearing my proclamation. "Wha- excuse you! What makes you think I'll have that kind of free time?"

"Well, for starters you don't seem to be needing the studying on any of the introductory material seeing as you've already done your thorough review on the subject. Plus you get to hang out with me, ain't that a great deal or what?"

"Uh-" He blinks a few times but doesn't deny that last part as a faint smile creeps its way on his lips. He tries to hide it by rubbing his nose but it's still there, making my belief that he wants to spend time with me stronger. It's a win win situation when we both get to create a beautiful friendship through it all and also hone our skills to perfection. "Uhm, well, if you put it that way I-"

"Now that's settled come on, I'm starving and I need fuel for the rest of the day. The coffee you brought me only got me so far." I cut him off by dragging him towards the entrance of the cafeteria, secretly snickering as I get to have my way before he could voice out his full opinion on the matter. It sounded like he would accept either way.

Upon entering the cafeteria, I look around and spot Seokjin and Namjoon already sitting at a table and indulging in their food. "Oh there they are. Let's go." He nods in agreement and we take our lunches before making our way to join them.

"Why is it only Seokjin and Namjoon? Aren't the others coming?" I turn to Jungkook carefully so as to not bump anywhere and become the laughing stock of the whole semester.

"Oh, they're probably running a little late due to their classes. Don't worry Jimin will definitely come. He'd never leave you alone with all six of us." The snicker that is heard from him makes me look at him questionably.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"Huh?"

He doesn't say anything further. I shrug not giving anymore attention to what he was trying to convey through his words. But what he said was true though. Jimin will definitely be here. He's going to want to know everything about my first few hours here. The thought of him bombarding me with questions makes me chuckle to myself, earning me also a weird look by Jungkook. "It's nothing", I respond to have him nod.

Upon approaching the table Seokjin spots us and waves at us to which I respond with another wave back at him. When we get there, he pats the seat next to him making all my newfound confidence flee like a bird in the sky after a gunshot. And so my poor soul leaves my body once more today, this time to drown into my burger.

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Jin's POV

Lunchtime has never been an exciting period of time for me. Excluding a few hook ups here and there, usually I prefer hanging out with the boys and enjoy both my food and their chaotic company. Today though is a whole different story. I feel restless as I stare down at the fries which must be turning cold now.

Jimin said Y/N would be eating with us from now on, a fact that makes my mind wander. I don't know why but I was really drawn to her this morning. Probably because I've heard so much about her. Jimin has always bragged about him being the closest person to her on earth, all while recounting how kind, funny, smart and beautiful she is. So now that I've actually seen her with my own two eyes I can understand the hype. The girl is flat out gorgeous.

With pale skin clear as glass, rosy cheeks that flare up as she got embarrassed and dirty blonde curls that turn golden in the sunlight. But the highlight are those majestic green eyes of hers that resemble two expertly cut emeralds. Jimin had mentioned her mother being a foreigner but the photos of her I've seen do her no justice.

It's no wonder Jimin has tried his best to keep her to himself even if he claims it's all platonic. I'd never in a million years believe that he hasn't thought of kissing her at least once a day throughout their daily and constant contact.

Jimin's overprotective nature towards Y/N is the biggest hint. Besides I'm guessing Jungkookie might have already had to drive other males away from her as Jimin had been constantly instructing him to do. Yet everyone seems to forget that Kook is not as innocent as he likes to showcase, far from it actually. I know for a fact that the gears in his brain can turn in a naughty way.

Y/N on the other hand.. She looks like the embodiment of innocence. And even though she makes all the other girls look like potato sacks, she exudes a girlie charm that's hard to find. She simply has this aura around her. The essence of mystery behind her every gesture along with the way the morning light cascaded around her made her look like a Renaissance painting come to life.

It only took a few minutes for me to be smitten by her and I'm sure I'm not the only one basking in that feeling. I noticed during our first meeting how the boys eyed her up. They will definitely go after her but as of now Jungkook is the one with the field advantage. Being the eldest though, I'm the one with the advanced experience to my disposal.

"Hyung, what are you pondering so hard about? I think I can smell smoke coming from your brain."

I give Namjoon an unimpressed look as he munches on some fries and eyes me with a brow raised in question. "Joon, you should cut down on the time you hang out with Yoongi. He's rubbing off on you in a bad way."

"I beg to differ! You should have seen your face, I feared you were having a stroke."

"Either way, you shouldn't let his disrespectful ass influence you. You used to be a good kid."

Joon takes a sip of his coke and looks at me weirdly. "Still am hyung. But I know what you're trying to do here and I'm not falling for it. Now spill, what has your panties in a twist, hm?"

I sigh and curse under my breath at how observant this boy is. Sometimes his big brain can be a pain. "It's nothing Joon. I'm just trying to decide on something."

"Hmm, is it some kind of dilemma that's rendering your mind incapable of making a decision?" I sigh again and nod as he couldn't have been more spot on with his explanation. "Well then tell me hyung. I might be able to help, you know."

I can't avoid talking to him about it so I might as well cease this opportunity to take him out of the competition. Sorry Joonie, I love you but the game's the game. And I plan on winning. "Well.. Do you think Jimin will mind if I try to court Y/N?"

He suddenly stops his every movement and peers at me dumbfounded. "You wanna court Y/N? Why? Do you like her?" I was right. Judging by his wide eyed reaction he has definitely been thinking about making a move on her.

"Well, I don't really know her to be able to say that I like her wholeheartedly but from what I've heard from Jimin and the great impression our first meeting made on me, I'd say I wanna give it a go. What do you think?"

Strike number one. Knowingly I put the pressure on him by having to give me advice on the matter. Judging by the goodness of his character he'd never discourage me so as to swoop in later. That's just how soft hearted he is.

"Uhh, I'm not sure what to tell you hyung. I mean I totally get what you're saying but you've seen how protective Jiminie is about her and.." He looks away as if he's struggling with his words.

"And..?" I edge him on to complete his sentence even though I know exactly what he's insinuating.

"You know hyung.. No offense but it's not exactly that you've had a good record of being faithful to your romantic relationships up until now. So I'm just thinking that, judging from that perspective, you'd be the last among the six of us that Jimin would entrust Y/N to."

I hate to admit it but he does have a point and a valid one, if not anything. That's practically the only valid obstacle between me and a possible relationship with Y/N. Nevertheless, I can turn the current situation around and have Joon support me at least.

"I get where you're coming from and thank you for being honest. But Joon, you know I'd never do anything of the sort to Y/N. She's way too precious to Jiminie and I wouldn't in a million years jeopardize our friendship. Hurting Y/N would not only hurt him and place him in the middle of everything but it would also affect the rest of our group." I pause and make sure to look him in the eye. "So if I go for her it'll be the real deal. I'm talking about a proper relationship, full strings attached and whatnot."

Strike number two. Making sure my involvement with Y/N won't become any sort of breach in our friendship is all I need to have Namjoon convinced of my determination.

That being said, it's not that I don't believe in what I told him just now. It goes without saying that I'll have to be extra careful when I'll be going out with Y/N so as to avoid any sort of conflict. I love all the boys dearly so wrecking havoc is out of the question here. Yet the strings attached part is something that I'm not really confident about. I'll try for sure but I'm afraid I won't be successful. One thing's for sure though. If that happens nobody can ever find out.

I watch as Namjoon visibly sighs, probably giving up on his plans and I'm quite proud of myself for being able to outwit the smartest person I know.

"What can I say hyung? If you're being legit about what you said then go for it. Just make sure to do a raincheck with Jimin first. Tell him exactly what you've told me and be sincere. He will no doubt threaten to kill you if you try anything funny but I'm sure in the end he'll give you the green light. I'll also back you up if you need any recommendations."

I try to hide my grin as celebratory music starts playing in my head at this small but essential victory. "Thanks Joonie, talking to you always helps make the right choice." Jokes aside, that's actually true. Namjoon has some of the best advice no matter the issue at hand.

I pat his back in appreciation to which he simply replies with a nod and a strained smile. Later on I'll have to make it up to him somehow for cornering him like I did today.

We silently decided to turn our attention to our lunches but for me it didn't take long as I look up and spot Y/N along with Jungkook approaching our table and so I don't miss the chance to wave at her. Thank goodness the others aren't here yet cause she wouldn't be able to sit next to me not to mention she wouldn't be able to breathe from all the questions addressed to her.

Watching her move around, I kinda get the urge to smell her scent. Her perfume was sweet and flowery, from the little I could whiff during our first meeting this morning. I can't stress this point too much but she's the definition of a great catch and I'll be really lucky if she doesn't have a boyfriend already. That's why I wanna take my chances from the get go. I'll have to play my cards in the open more or less and try to woo her if I want to have any good chances though.

"Hey little ones." I greet them both but immediately turn my attention to her. "Oh Y/N, why don't you sit next to me so we can get to know each other better?" I pat the seat next to me and I can visibly tell she gets a little flustered by my suggestion.

"Hyung! Don't call us that, it's cringe." Jungkook whines while making a funny face to which I choose to respond with a glare before focusing my attention to the beautiful girl who's now trying not to laugh at Jungkook's shenanigans. At least she seems a little relaxed now seeing as I nod at her again to take the seat beside me to which she eventually doesn't decline

"Ahem, sure, I can't say no to that." She gracefully manoeuvres around the table and places her tray next to mine before sitting down. I like how cool she tries to seem. Most girls would have become a blushing mess by simply being in line of my sight. Yet Y/N, though looking a bit nervous, she's doing her best to stay collected. And it's another thing that impresses me about her, it shows her willpower.

"Hey guys!" Namjoon greets them both joyfully though I suspect his wide smile os caused by the arrival of a beautiful girl such as Y/N to our sitting area. "Oh Y/N, Jimin mentioned you'll be eating with us from now on and lete tell you that I couldn't be more glad. Honestly this table needed a major rearranging."

"Back at you Namjoon! I'm blessed to get to sit with you guys, otherwise I'd probably be eating alone and talking to the chairs." She makes a funny face, making both Namjoon and I snicker though I don't let their conversation drag on for any longer. It's time to smooth myself in.

"So Y/N how were your first few classes?"

"Oh well, they were really interesting but, uh, I guess I need a bit more time to adjust to the environment here. Also professor Lee.. sigh.. He's inhuman I swear. My throat hurts just thinking about him. And Jimin didn't even warn me about that belligerent man." She pauses to let out a dramatic sigh. "Correction, he didn't warn me about anything, he just left me to fend for myself."

The cute way she chooses to pick up a fry and munch on it brings a smile not only to my face but to the others' as well. She truly is a unique character. Jimin did tell us she tends to complain about the simplest of things, but it just adds up to her seemingly sweet demeanor. 'It's quite refreshing to be honest' is what Jimin had told us about her whiny yet adorable nature, and I now can see what he meant.

"Hmm, I'd have to second Jimin on that Y/N. You can't expect him to tell you everything. That would ruin all the fun in finding out on your own. Trust me we've all been through exactly the same." I pat the shoulder gently making her head tilt towards my direction in search of emotional support. "Plus you're not fending for yourself you know. If you need help you can just ask. Namjoon, Yoongi and I majored in music too during our first years so whatever you need help with feel free to ask us anytime."

"Really? Ah, that is so reassuring to hear honestly. It kinda makes me feel better to know I won't be left alone in a wolf's den." She turns away from me for a second and extends her arm towards Kook before placing it on his shoulder. "I've already persuaded Jungkook to be my tutor but if he fails, which seems likely, I'll probably be an inconvenience to one of you guys, so sorry in advance."

"Hey! What do you mean 'which seems likely'? I'll have you know I'm a great teacher Y/N and you actually have the honor of becoming my protege. Be a little more excited about it at least!" Kook crosses his arms over his chest as a pout forms on his lips making Y/N coo at him. "Yes teacher Jeon, I humbly apologize for my insolence."

The maknae cutely huffs at her and she responds with a deep bow to him. Also, I'm pretty sure it wasn't that much of a struggle to persuade him to spend more time with Y/N, he's just trying to win every bit of her attention in his own way which proves to be successful. Then Y/N earns a pat on her head by him and they both giggle at each other, making it quite obvious that they have become closer than I thought in only a few hours. Now I really have to get back on track.

"Ahem." I clear my throat so she can look my way once again. "I'm sure you'd never be an inconvenience Y/N, at least not to me or Joon. I can't promise anything about Yoongi though. But if you ask him and he's mean about it make sure to tell me. I'll discipline the rudeness out of him."

"Alright then, I'll make a note of that." She chuckles and gracefully pushes a stray curl out of her face. "And maybe you should make a guide or something. Like '100 and 1 ways to discipline your Yoongi' or 'How to tame your wild Yoongi in 10 steps'. I'm pretty sure I'd become a best seller."

"Haha, hyung she's so right! In fact that would solve all your financial problems in the future!"

Y/N points at Namjoon in agreement while Jungkook reaches behind her shoulder to poke mine. "Hyung, please buy me a lot of food with all that money!"

I roll my eyes at the youngest. As if I had another choice. "Don't I already do that though?"

Jungkook pouts and shrugs as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about before turning to whisper something at Y/N's ear. She leans in towards him and giggles at whatever he told her, her hand reaching up to hit his shoulder playfully. Damn, Kook ain't playing here.

"Seokjin I must say I admire your generosity. Trying to feed this bunny must be such a pain in your pocket."

"Oh you have no idea what I've been through but a hyung is a hyung, I can't avoid it. And please do call me Jin. I prefer it, since only my parents and professors call me Seokjin. It's way too formal between two good friends."

When I say that and wink at her a faint tint of red paints her cheeks. I think she might a little shier around me cause she's not as talkative as Jimin said. He has made it very clear that sometimes she would go on for hours without stopping much like him.

"Right. Okay then, my good friend Jin". Her tone is soft and airy as she calls out my name. It sounds so good coming out of her pretty mouth. I bet it would sound even better if we were tangled up in my bed.

I shake my head whisking away any intrusive thoughts of that nature or I might as well doom myself from the very beginning. I shouldn't show this side of me this early on not knowing whether it would scare her away or entice her. And even though she looks too irresistible to not have my mind spiraling down that hole I'm guessing she doesn't have that much experience in the field. So I have to proceed with caution, definitely not like I've done with the rest of the girls I've been with.

"Oh hyung.." I shift my gaze towards Jungkook, mentally thanking his impeccable timing which makes my dangerously wandering mind regain its senses. I blink away my thoughts and look at the youngest. "Yes Kook?"

"Just so you know, classes were very interesting so far for me too. So thanks for asking me as well earlier." Good golly this kid.. At times, when he doesn't receive the dose of attention he wants his whining can be worse than Jimin's.

Jungkook throws me a dirty look from the other side of Y/N to which she snorts. Had she not been stationed between us I'd be twisting that little shit's nipples for that.

"I was just about to ask you but you beat me to it Kook."

He simply shrugs me off and rolls his eyes visibly which has me reaching behind Y/N's back and slapping the back of his neck.

"Ouch! Hyung!"

"Roll your eyes at me once more Kook and you won't be able to turn your head for a week."

"Tch, we all know you're just saying that but in the end you'll just indulge in anything he does hyung." Namjoon playfully sings and stuffs his face with more food. But before I can answer him, Jimin makes his appearance cutting us off so I decide to let it go.

"Hi guys." He greets us all but makes a straight line for Y/N, forcing Kook to scoot over so he can take the seat next to her. "How've you been holding up beautiful? Are you having fun? Are the classes to your liking so far?" With a pat on her head and his smooth voice he attracts the entirety of her attention solely on him, like a magnet on the fridge, while his questions rain on her one after the other.

"Jiminie! Why didn't you tell me it would be this difficult? Or about professor Lee? He was driving us insane and it's only our first day! I thought he'd have us lined up and executed after a single error! And I made mistakes! And I'm telling you his cold, blood thirsty eyes are still imprinted on my brain and will probably be carved there forever." Y/N's lips turn to an adorable pout while she rants to Jimin. I kind of envy him for having the privilege of seeing her every side without filter.

"Woah.. and here I was hoping you'd be enjoying yourself." Min rubs the back of his head before wrapping his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. "There must be something you liked so far right?"

"That's not the point! Of course I like it that's why I'm here. But!" She hits his chest with her fist lightly, looking up at him while in his side embrace. "A little head's up would have been really helpful you know!" A few more hits on Jimin's chest by her little fists make him catch her hands in his to seize them from coming onto him.

"Alright, alright drama queen! I think we all got your point. So I will humbly apologise for the error of my ways and try to compensate with my life.. I'll buy you ice cream later okay?"

Y/N squints her eyes at Jimin, her lips forming a single line clearly showing her displeasure. "Do you honestly believe ice cream is going to make up for neglecting me that way? You practically sent me to war without ammunition."

Jimin scoffs at her and makes sure to mess her hair by running his finger in her golden locks as a punishment to her sassy remarks. Yet to me seems more like a reward for Jimin as his skin comes into contact with her silky curls.

"Tsk, Ji-"

"Alright alright I'm sorry." He fixes her hair by smoothing it out and taps the tip of her nose playfully. "I'll buy you food too. How about a large bag of your favorite fries and a large coke zero?"

Just the way he knows how to fulfill her needs is impeccable. I'm sitting here completely dumbfounded, wondering whether I'm watching the interaction of two best friends or the flirting/teasing of a young couple in love.

"Hmm.. I guess that'll do." Y/N looks away in pretense but Jimin takes that opportunity to pinch her side.

"You guess?! I'll show you then!" Now he fully charges by tickling her making the poor girl squirm around in a fit of hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm- stop! Jimin!" She tries to apologise while catching her breath.

"Say 'thank you Jiminie, you're the best' and I might consider stopping."

"Thank you Jiminie, you're the best!" Her voice comes out screechy due to her laughing out loud but the tickling torture stops after she obeys Jimin and tells him what he wanted to hear. Is this how they always act with eachother? How are they not together? Do I really stand a chance here?

My worries increase as she leans towards him and places a soft peck on his cheek. The action being so quick yet so natural at the same time makes one ponder about how close these two really are. Yet again to her it might seem completely normal, almost reflexive after so many years of spending her time with only Jimin as her closest confidant. And I'm sure Jimin has made the most out of it too.

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Jimin's POV

Jin hyung. At first glance he just seems friendly and engaging. After observing him though I soon realize he's trying to get closer to Y/N, physically closer. And I can't say I particularly like it. I mean, surely she's free to find a good boyfriend just not him. Because I know him like the back of my hand and what a playboy he can be. Hyung is a really sweet guy with his friends and will always indulge in anything we want, providing anything we might need but when it comes to girls.. Sigh.. let's just say that he makes really bad decisions on that field.

The fact is that I don't want to see Y/N getting hurt. She deserves someone who will treasure her wholly, like I do. So if anyone tries anything with her I'll make sure to put him through thorough examination until I'm sure he'll be good to her, something that doesn't apply to Jin. He's the only one who's unquestionably rejected even before the bootcamp period. I love my hyung and I love Y/N just as much. I love them both as my dear friends but in this situation Y/N goes first. I've taken it upon myself to be the guardian of her heart and that won't change no matter who is trying to win it over.

I look at my phone to double check the text Tae sent me, saying he'd be here shortly. I want the others to come as quickly as possible so as to have Y/N's attention devided between all of us. Thankfully the conversation goes on between all five of us smoothly till now but I wanna make sure she doesn't get distracted by Jin hyung alone. Nevertheless she seems to be enjoying herself, something that gives me great joy and relief to be honest.

Thinking that she would be hanging out with seven boys had been an issue in my mind. Even if she's used to male company thanks to myself, as she grows up I've always considered the possibility that she would need a female friend at least cause some topics are hard to be explained between the two sexes. Until now this problem hasn't risen but it'll be different from here on because she's entered a new chapter in her life, a more mature phase where she will experience new emotions and what not.

"Yo! You're all here already!"

I hear Hoseok hyung's voice and turn around only to find all the rest of the boys standing there with their food in hand, waiting to pile down around the table. More like, they all want to pile down around Y/N seeing as they greet her quite enthusiastically, to say the least. Even Yoongi hyung looks more interested in what's happening than usual.

"Y/N, Y/N! I want to hear all about your day! How did it go?" Taehyungie sits just across from her and shoves his tray aside, seemingly way more interested in what Y/N has to say in response to his question than his food.

"To be honest Taehyung, I'm not very sure I'll survive until the end of the semester. This school is brutal."

"Huh?! What are you talking about? There's no way the tough cookie Jimin has described won't make it all the way."

"Tough cookie?" Her questioning eyes lock with mine and I simply shrug.

"What? Don't even try to deny it Y/N, you're tougher than all of us."

"How even? Don't get me wrong I'm flattered, I just don't think it depicts reality."

"Are you kidding me? Do you want me to start listing things you do that none of us can?"

"Oh please do so Jiminie. Enlighten me."

"Okay, well, remember when you had to run like 5 miles while on your period cause the coach didn't believe your belly was hurting?"

She rollls her eyes and takes a sip of her water before answering. "Come on Jiminie, that was something unavoidable. If any of you were in my place you'd be doing the same thing. And before you say anything, yes, I do think that guys wouldn't be able to handle period cramps but it's something girls are more accustomed to. It's not our choice, trust me."

By this point all the rest six pairs of eyes are fixed on us, while snickering at our bickering.

"Okay then.."

"So, anything else besides my period cramps?"

I ponder for a moment, trying to think of something that proves she's way more insensitive to pain compared to me and the guys. "Hmm.. ah ha! I know something that proves my point and that's completely by choice Y/N."

"Oh, oh spill!" Jungkook claps his hands before Y/N shoots a warning gaze at him. She must have gotten closer to him during classes.

"Y/N.. You voluntarily wax."

She rollls her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Really? Wax? That's your point?"

"I second Jimin! That shit hurts like hell." Yoongi hyung raises his hand in support as all the rest do so after him making Y/N snort.

"Y'all just too sensitive. It's not that bad guys, and usually it's over faster than you have time to hurt. Plus it leaves my legs and arms smooth like a baby's butt." She traces a finger over her other arm in pride and extends it to the guys to touch but before they do I pull it back and glare at them. They can't just touch her like that, she's off limits to everyone that's not me or her future boyfriend.

"Ahem. I'm not talking only about that you know."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She blinks a few like she doesn't know what I mean but I'm sure she's just playing dumb.

"Well, you know.. you also wax your, uh, your coochie."

For a few moments a deadly silence looms over our table as everyone is trying to process my words, especially Y/N. Her mouth is gaping and in her speechless state her cheeks begin reddening.

"I-"

"Coochie? Bahahaha!" Hoseok slaps the table making other tables look at us in question. Now everyone bursts out laughing at the euphemism and her face is already bright red. "Jimin! Wha- why do you know that? I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about my- about that with you."

"Y/N you don't have to tell me in order for me to know. And fyi, I've also seen it."

"What?!"

"You've seen it?!

"When?!"

"Why?!"

Jin hyung, Tae, Kook and Yoongi hyung ask in shock simultaneously while the rest gasp at the revelation. Meanwhile Y/N resembles a tomato and doesn't utter a single world for a few seconds.

"Jimin. Explain." Two words from her are enough for everyone to quiet down and look at me expectantly.

"It's not a big deal Y/N. I accidentally walked in when you were changing into your swimsuit last summer, remember?" It's certainly something that I will never be able to forget. A single glimpse of her naked body was enough for me to lose my sleep for two weeks as dreams of me doing things to that body were both satisfying and haunting. So much that it was enough to put our friendship through a test. I can remember myself wanting to have her every single minute while being in her presence. Sometimes I still think about it.

"You! You swore you didn't see anything! That's why I forgot about it!" She points at me accusingly but the truth is that I only said so to put her mind at ease at that time. "How could you take such a good look that you even remember my- well that?!"

"Come on darling, how could I not? Even if we have been friends forever, a beautiful girl being in front of me naked? It was instinctive for my eyes to wander." In truth I say that only to indirectly brag about being the only guy who has seen Y/N completely naked before and as my eyes carefully scan our table I get the reaction I was expecting from the boys. Some in a more subtle and others in a clearer way, yet jealousy is now reflected in their eyes.

"Okay, stop stop stop. I- it was an accident and you should have already deleted that image from your brain. In fact I'm not going to speak to you until you do so." Her pouty lips and crimson cheeks make her look even more adorable. Of course I will indulge her and set her mind at ease once more about this matter, even if I have to result to a white lie yet again.

"Image.jpg deleted from drive!" I point at the side of my head with my finger before reaching over to pat her head gently. "Come now boo, it's all gone. And I promise that neither I nor anybody else will ever bring it up again. So don't pout, hm?"

She huffs once and looks at everyone else who is now nodding their heads in agreement. Thank goodness they decided to let the poor girl off the hook. If it hadn't been Y/N on the spotlight they'd drag the joke on forever, especially Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Don't worry Y/N shit like that can happen to anyone. Consider it long forgotten from now on. In fact I don't even know what we were talking about." Hoseok hyung is a saint. He might have been the only one who wouldn't take the joke too far even if it were one of the boys in place of Y/N and after hearing his reassurance she smiles at his attempt to feign ignorance.

She then finally looks back at me and nudges me on the side with her hand, so in response I hug her close to me. It's a known sign between us. Whenever she nudges my side it's always her asking for that kind of affection and I'll always gladly give in to her. "Sorry for overreacting Jiminie. I just felt like a deer caught in headlights."

"No, you're right, I'm sorry too love. I shouldn't have brought this up in front of everyone without asking you first." We pull apart from the hug and she flashes me her signature sheepish grin which I've come to love gazing at. It makes her whole face light up.

"Alright, now that you two have apologized to each other we can all finally enjoy our meals in peace once again." Yoongi hyung shakes his head before shoving a few bites of his salad in his mouth one after the other.

"Hyung, slow down. You shouldn't be eating this fast at your age, you might choke and die." And as of queue to Jungkook's words Yoongi hyung does choke during his attempt to tell the youngest off making everyone laugh at him.

Lunch continues smoothly with everyone eating whilst enjoying pieces of convos and jokes here and there. My attention trails to Taehyung who's having a heated debate with Yoongi hyung about the qualities of the afternoon napping the latter usually takes, with Tae telling him off about how he's messing up his biological clock and Yoongi insisting on how it helps him conserve energy.

During all that time I didn't realize that Y/N had indulged in her own private exchange with Jin hyung. I only spot the two of them with the corner of my eye being extremely close to each other, Y/N blushing and him whispering something in her ear.

Instinctively my arms wrap around Y/N's shoulder pulling her closer to my side so as to help her gain some distance from Jin after I saw how whatever he said affected her. At the same time, slowly some sort of realization takes over my mind.

Y/N and Jin hyung.. My Y/N and Jin hyung! I should be happy if she gets together with one of my brothers and normally I would be. But this particular hypothesis makes my skin crawl in an unpleasant and chilly way.

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Y/N's POV

'I don't think it's going to be that easy for me to forget now that my imagination is running wild."

I still can't process the words Jin whispered in my ear during lunch. I can't even think properly. He's almost too good looking to be real and he showed interest in me. I don't consider myself ugly but I still believe he's way out of my league, as is everyone from Jimin's group, Jimin included.

Speaking of Jimin, I caught him glaring at our little moment with Jin at the dining table, which was a bit weird. Why did he look annoyed with us? It's not like we did anything more than talk, albeit in a close distance to each other but still nothing more than that.

Is it because he's always so overprotective when it comes to boys around me? Probably. I remember that I had to try so hard to convince him to approve of my first relationship with my ex. But he didn't have to glare that hard. I mean if looks could kill he would have ended us in seconds.

Seokjin didn't seem to mind it though. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't even realise the glare that was befalling him, his own gaze glued on me the entire time. At first I felt flattered but after a while it became too intense for my liking. And his words during lunch time only confused me more concerning his intentions. I mean is he going to ask me out? And if he does what sould I do? Should I say yes or should I refuse? I'm not sure if I should give him a chance or not cause he does seem like a playboy to be honest. And Jimin has told me before that he's known to sleep around occasionally. But he's really handsome. He's probably every girl's dream, so why not become my dream come true?

My mind is spiraling erratically as I ponder on the possibility of Jin and I dating that the whole class goes by in an instant and I don't even listen when the professor wraps it up until Jungkook nudges my shoulder. "Y/N? Y/N, are you ok? Classes ended already. Are you even listening?"

I look at him and then down at my notebook which is almost completely empty apart from the date, the title of today's subject and a few introductory points. "Uh yeah, sorry I was just lost in thought. What did you say?"

"Hm, you sure you good? You seem lost. I said classes ended. Do you wanna walk home together?" He raises a brow at me picking up my things and stuffing them in my bag in a hasty manner.

I stand up straight before him and smile a little awkwardly before hooking my arm with his making him blush a teeny bit. He tries to hide it though by rubbing his nose and clearing his throat.

"Ahem, you sure you're fine? I can take you to Jimin if you wanna talk about it with him cause we just met today so I shouldn't be asking you to tell me."

He's so very considerate that I can't help but be reminded of Jimin once again. I guess he must have rubbed off of him all these years they know each other.

"You're very sweet Jungkook but I'm fine don't worry. And to be honest I think I'll be talking to you about my issues very soon. So you're not off the hook just yet."

"I'm kinda scared now. I don't really know if I should be happy or not about that." He smirks playfully and I decide to drag him towards the exit of the classroom in response.

"Yeah yeah, sure. I know deep down you're screaming with happiness. Now come on, I'll grant you permission to carry me home as your first mission of becoming my bestie."

He scoffs dramatically at my words as he's walking by my side now. "Yeah, no. I don't want to injure or worse crush my precious body with you. So I'll be keeping my health instead of your bestie card pass." He claps back proudly and walks ahead of me.

"Hey, come back here! I'm older than you so you should wait for me!" I also speed up to match his pace and I bump into him on purpose.

"Oh bite me, you're only like half a month older, it doesn't even count!" He shouts back at me while I struggle to keep up with him.

We go back and forth as we pass from the east corridor and head towards the main hall where we spot the rest of boys. Which means Jin as well. Damn, just what I needed. It's not that I wanna avoid him I just can't even look him in the eye cause I don't know how to deal with him just yet. I should keep a low profile for the time being and then I'll probably ask Jimin about it. He always knows what to do in these situations. He'll help me for sure.

"Hey you two, ready to head home?" I blink at Hoseok's question.

"Wait. You mean like all of us together?"

"Of course, why? Don't you want to?" Teahyung looks at me with puppy eyes and I feel my heart melt. That's one hell of a weapon. I'll have to watch out for him in the future and avoid eye contact to stand my ground.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that. I was just taken by surprise because, err, because I didn't know we live nearby and I had guessed Jimin would drive him and I home since we took his car here this morning." Good save, good save.

"Oh yeah you're right. This short dumbo didn't even mention we're gonna be living in a penthouse all together. You know, to share the expenses." Yoongi says after he slaps Jimin at the back of his head. But wait did he say penthouse? Why should they care about the expenses if they're living in a penthouse? What kind of logic is that? I wish I was in their place.

"Ouch- huyng!" Jimin shouts in a whiny tone.

"Yah who are you shouting to you little-" He doesn't finish his sentence but fixes his posture and turns to me again. "Ahem, also our house is like 10 minutes from yours by car. So on that note Y/N, feel free to visit anytime you'd like. Just don't ring the bell too much cause I'll probably be sleeping."

"Dully noted!" I joke by doing a military salute.

"Yeah and we'll be more than happy to have you over! Finally some female hormones among these testosterone freaks." Namjoon adds and I blush a little at his words. Female hormones? Jeez, my mind goes elsewhere when he puts it like that.

"You talk as if you're not just as bad yourself if not worse!" Yoongi rolls his eyes in exasperation as Namjoon tries to shush him off. So I decide to speak up and rescue him.

"You guys, thank you so much, you're all so kind! I'll make sure to visit as much as I can if I'm not bothering of course. Oh, oh! I know how to cook pretty well, so I'll be in charge of feeding you in return!" I proudly exclaim and I swear they look at me like some kind of saint or something.

"I vote to have Y/N stay permanently with us!" Taehyung raises his hand in excitement before Jimin quickly pulls it down with a scoff.

"Yah, she'll think we have been starving or something. Y/N don't listen to him, we'll be glad if you visit and you don't have to cook or anything." Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head at Taehyung's now pouty face.

"Sure, but if you happen to do so it'll be greatly appreciated. Jin hyung and I can only do so much for these guys constant hunger." I giggle at Yoongi's comment and I nod at him, making him smile in appreciation.

"Now that's everything covered, shall we head back?"

We all nod and on Namjoon's note we start heading towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile Jin does not utter a single word. He's just staring at me the whole time making me blush a tiny bit, which only he saw. Or at least I hope so.

I follow behind Jimin to get inside his car while all the rest devide into two groups. Taehyung and Namjoon at Jin's car and Hoseok with Jungkook at Yoongi's.

Before I open the door though Jin approaches me and holds it in place.

"Since you'll be coming with us now at our house, what do you say I take you home when it gets dark?"

I was definitely not expecting an invitation this quickly and I'm kinda at a loss of words at this point. I want to accept but at the same time I feel nervous being alone with him. But I don't have the chance to answer him due to Jimin butting in to do so in my stead.

"You don't have to hyung. I'll be taking her home cause her parents have entrusted me with that task. So don't worry about it."

Confusion must be written all over my face at this point. It's true that Jimin has always been the one to take me home but it's not like a rule my parents imposed on us. It's just that we've been hanging out together so it simply ended up happening that way.

"Uh Jimin-"

"No, it's okay, he's right. It's only fair that way, I'm sure your parents will feel better with seeing him taking you home rather than myself. So maybe some other time when I'll get the chance to meet them as well. Right Jiminie?"

I frown and look over at Jimin whose expression mirrors my own.

"Right hyung. See you at home then."

"Of course. Here Y/N." He offers me a charming smile to which I smile back as he kindly opens the door for me to get inside. As I sit in the passenger seat he starts to lean in most probably to fasten my seatbelt but Jimin moves quicker than him, his arm reaching around me before Jin could reach the belt buckle himself.

"Thanks hyung, we'll see you later."

Jin simply smiles and straightens his body. "Sure." With just that he closes the door gently and makes way for his own car as Jimin starts the ignition and manoeuvres to head out of the parking lot behind Yoongi who left during our interaction with Jin.

I wait till we're in the road and turn to look at Jimin who seems deep in thought, his eyebrows creased and his jaw clenched making his pretty face turn haggard. "Now spill, what was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" I scoff at his attempt to look oblivious to my question.

"What do I mean? Come on Jimin, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." He purses his lips and shakes his head, his shoulders rising as if he's got no idea of what I'm saying.

"Nope I really don't Y/N."

"Okay then I'll help you refresh your memory. Why did you make it seem to Jin like you're my appointed guardian or something?" He snorts and as we stop at a red light he turns his gaze to me.

"Am I not though? I might not be officially appointed as you said but I've always been like a protector to you not just your best friend. And I'm pretty sure your parents see it that way as well. Do you not?"

We start moving once more when the red light turns green with his question hanging in the air. I can't say he's wrong. I've always looked at him in the same way and I'd be ungrateful to all the times I've depended on him throughout all those years.

"No, you're right. I do feel the same way and I'm always grateful for that Jimin, you know that. It's just that you looked like a guard dog ready to bite off his hands or something. And what was up with the whole 'get off my back' attitude? I thought you were really close with all of your brothers."

He sighs and doesn't answer immediately, rather he takes his time thinking deeply. What exactly is going through his head? It feels like his mood is doing a constant roundabout today.

"Y/N, I don't know how to really explain it. I just feel like Jin hyung might have some ulterior motive when it comes to you so I guess it came out naturally."

"But Jimin, he's one of your best friends, one of your brothers. Even if he does approach me with a motive different than friendship, is it really that bad? I mean you already know him better than anyone, so he's already been through your background check. And for him to be friends with you he can't possibly be a bad guy."

A single scoff leaves his mouth and not another word. I wait for him to explain further but instead he rolls down the window as the car slows down and comes to a stop in front of the entrance of an underground parking lot. I watch him put in a code and press the button for the window to close. Then we head inside and follow the arrows down a floor. Jimin drives around for a bit before parking at a designated spot and immediately turning off the car.

"So you're not going to say anything else?"

Another sigh escapes him before he decides to speak up.

"Y/N you have to understand something. When it comes to you, no man is an exception. Anyone who tries to see you romantically has to go through the same procedure before he can qualify to be with you. And all the more when it involves Jin hyung. I've told you about him love, he's not good for you. Yes he's the best brother but when it comes to the romantic stuff he's exactly the opposite. In fact now that I think about it he's not good for anyone."

"Jimin, I get why you're saying all these things but I'm not a baby, not anymore. And don't you think that exactly due to your friendship, he's going to be extra careful around me? He'd have to be a fool to do anything wrong to me."

Honestly it might be the first time seeing him this worried about an issue of this nature. He's always been overprotective but never to the point where he pep talks me and tries to warn me against a guy this zealously.

"I don't know Y/N. I'm ashamed to say this but I can never be sure about Jin hyung when he's around girls. Don't get me wrong, I love him like a true brother but women are his passion and one he hasn't been able to overcome for as long as I've known him. It's-" he pauses for a few seconds as if he's trying to hide something. "It's a complicated story, one that is not mine to tell but it explains his infidelity."

"What do you mean?"

Jimin doesn't get the chance to speak further as a knock on the window cuts our conversation short. He huffs and scratches his head as the knock is heard yet again after a few seconds pass but he again chooses to ignore it.

"Listen we'll talk more about this next time. I just want you to promise me that you'll not do anything before telling me me first."

"Jimin I-"

"Promise me Y/N." He looks deeply into my eyes waiting for confirmation, leaving me no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I promise." To seal our deal he takes my hand and links our pinkies and thumbs together making it an official promise, one that cannot be broken without consequences, in this case for my side. Then the knock is heard once more, this time louder. He looks outside and huffs as he tries to scurry away the person who's constantly reminding us to hurry up.

"Let's get out before Tae decides to break my window."

I laugh as my imagination brings to life the situation. The image of Taehyung breaking Jimin's car window just to get him to step outside is so very vivid in my mind that the sounds of glass breaking and Jimin shouting are making my ears perk up. So I quickly unbuckle my seat belt after Jimin and gather my bag from the back seat where I threw it haphazardly on the way.

"Jimin! What's taking you guys so long? Come on, we're all here and waiting for you!"

"Alright already we're coming! Jeez.." At Jimin's answer Taehyung responds with yet another loud knock before he zooms past the car in fear of Jimin who's ready to get out and pounce at him.

Their cute interaction makes me forget about everything, my laughter never ceasing. I think I've just found a new happiness pill besides Jimin himself.

"He's a persistent one huh?"

"Oh, you have no idea! He can go on and on for hours. Kinda reminds me of someone I know.."

I shoot him with a warning gaze as I get out of the car and wait for him to do the same and then lock it. He walks over to my side and gently takes my hand in his, pulling me with him towards the elevator vestibule where everyone else is currently waiting for us.

"Finally! You sure took your sweet time."

"Taehyung don't make me hurt you." With Jimin's warning poor Taehyung quickly raises his hands surrendering to him. Nobody wants to piss off Jimin that's for sure and I now see he doesn't only scare me when he gets angry.

Namjoon steps between them and pats them both on their heads like a father would to his bickering children. "Alright, alright you two, that's enough. Let's get going."

There's only one elevator and 8 of us. Mathematically it doesn't work. So we'll have to split up and I stick by Jimin's side wanting to be with him on the ride just in case. Tight spaces give me anxiety.

A ding echoes and the first group consisting of Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon gets in.

"See you upstairs." Hoseok waves at us as the doors close and I'm left waiting with Jimin, Jungkook and Jin in a bit of an awkward silence.

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Originally published: 23th of February 2021 Summary: Supportive gf and an eggy bf

It's been a month since I asked out my crush and we decided to go out.

A few days ago said she has something very special planned for me today. So we decided to meet in her house. I wonder what could that be?

I knocked on the door. Soon enough, the doors opened, with my girlfriend standing in the doorframe, saying "Hi, c'mon in!"

I entered her room, with her behind me.

"I'm gonna lock the door so no one bothers us.", she said, and took a shopping bag she had on her desk. She pulled a frilly blue dress out of it, and said "See? This is what I mean!"

"Ummm... I'm really happy for you, but I don't get what you mean. You'd look cute in anything, after all. That's how girls are.", I said.

"I was actually thinking of you when I picked it.", she winks.

"I... still don't get it?", I responded, with continued confusion.

"You know exaaaactly what I mean.", she teasingly said, "I can see the longing look into girls' clothes section when we go out shopping."

I gulped, and said "What... do you mean?"

"I also mean this festival of emotions of yours, whenever I am with my girl friends.", she said, "I'm gonna let you taste what you consider a forbidden fruit".

"I'm not a crossdressing pervert or anything! Besides, a lot of guys wonder how it would be like to be a girl.", I took offense to her comments.

"Yeah, a lot of them do. Which is why I don't consider you a pervert. Put on the dress."

"I would just look terrible in it. Like a guy in a dress."

"Don't worry, I will take care of that. Put on the dress while I'll prepare the rest."

While I was struggling with the dress, my girlfriend has been preparing concealers, foundation, mascara and eye shadows. Soon enough, I took off the clothes I had, aside from the boxers, and put on the dress.

She turned to me and said "Good, good. Now turn your head to my side and let me do my magic."

She spent a lot of time touching up my face, which seem to have taken forever. "Just a bit more", she said, while applying mascara on my eyelashes. Soon afterwards, she put a wig on my head, and put a hair clip on the wig's hair.

"...and, done!", my girlfriend proudly said.

I felt super flushed from embarrassment.

I lowered my head.

"Now let's see how you look", said my girlfriend, and held my hand while we walked to the other side of the room, and placed me in front of a full length mirror.

"Is... is that me?", I was shocked. I have no clue what witchcraft she has done, but I could hardly believe that it's me.

My girlfriend hugged me from behind. "See how cute you are? And you like it, too. I haven't seen a smile so wide on your face before."

"Uuuuuu... I feel so embarrassed."

"Awww... Don't worry, I am not judging you. You are not harming anyone, and I completely do not mind. After all, I enjoy feeling cute, so why shouldn't you?"

"But... I'm a boy...", I responded, feeling more shame.

"Are you still worried about such trifling matters? It's not like the clothes have a gender. Or is it that...?", my girlfriend said, followed by an "aha!" reaction.

"What?", I puzzledly asked.

"Is it that being a boy bothers you?", she asked what seem to be an armour-piercing question.

"I guess not, why would it bother me?", I deflected.

"I kinda have my suspicions. I wanna confirm it with you, but you'll have to be willing to experiment a bit with me.", she said.

"What sort of experiment?", I asked.

"We'll check whether you'll feel better when not being a boy."

"And how do we do that? It's not like you're some sort of magician who will turn me into a girl."

"Well, no, I am not. So I will need a bit of cooperation on your side, sweetie."

"Wait, what do you mea-", I got interrupted by her placing a finger on my lip.

"You're my girlfriend now, honey.", she said, "While I can't physically change you, I could make you feel like you're one, at least, for now."

"Ummm, but that would be just so weird!", I blurted.

"If you dislike it that greatly then we can stop as soon as you tell me.", she said, attempting to calm me down.

"Ummmm, no, it's not t-that bad, I guess, ha ha."

"Good. Just please tell me when you want to stop."

"Sure I will.", I assured her.

"With that in mind, we should try more things to get you in the mood.", she said, pulling adorable pink panties from the bag. She then said, "We should go all the way. With this you will gain awareness that you are a woman."

"Having second thoughts about that. How will I do that by wearing them, with what I have down there?"

"That's okay, we can hide it between your legs. I can help you, or, if you aren't in the mood for me touching you down there, you can do it yourself."

"It's okay, I think I'll do it myself."

So reached with my hands below the dress, and reached toward my boxers, and I took them off. Soon enough I picked the panties and put them on, carefully tucking 'it' away.

"I did it."

"There, there.", my girlfriend pat my head. "Good girl."

Why does that make me feel so warm?

"I-I'm feeling weird!", I whimpered.

"Oh.", she held her hand.

"I didn't say I want you to stop, though", I said.

And so my girlfriend continued patting me and calling me a "good girl".

A dozen minutes later, I asked a question.

"Say, if one day, a wizard somehow actually turned me into a girl, would you leave me?", I said.

"Oh, sweetie, is that what you were worried about all along? I like you for being you, for your personality. Whether you're a boy, a girl, or neither of those, I feel it would change nothing for what I feel for you.", she said, "for you see, I actually lied a bit before."

"What... what do you mean?", I asked worriedly.

"You mentioned that it's common for guys to wonder how it is to be a girl, and confirmed that. However, when I asked my guy friends, they deny that. One of them said he wondered about it just once in his entire lifetime."

Tears were forming in my eyes. I'm feeling so confused.

"It's okay, it is okay.", my girlfriend immediately went for the hug. "We'll figure this out together. You just need to be honest with yourself."

"Okay", I said.

[witheredoffherwitch]

why are you so hateful? werent you the one who said we should never criticise fanfiction because people write it for free? you are hypocrite like many others long, meandering ones that read like a 13 year old's diary entry. lol. yeah we should only praise writers it's for free gurl

Hi nonnie,

I penned a review to applaud the work of an author whose stories I really admire. Their writing stands out amongst the sea of fanfiction works, and for that reason alone, I felt compelled to comment on how they managed to bring something new to old themes and topics seen in various forms of literature.

This is my opinion! I STILL have a deep-seated distaste for anyone who goes out of their way to harass a fanfic writer for writing something that was not to their 'tastes'. If I don't like a particular fanfiction, then I scroll past it, SIMPLE! Although some may claim that all art is open to criticism, I CANNOT bring myself to judge someone who writes for the sole purpose of having fun or honing their skills.

Secondly, I have never been shy about expressing my preferences and beliefs. My opinion hasn't changed: read what you want or IGNORE it - the choice is yours! I have always been candid about how I feel about certain themes on my page - from sexist depictions of female characters like Alicent and Rhaenyra to the overuse of sexual violence in order to make a female OC appear more powerful. I absolutely loathe Alys being villainized in most Aemond/OC stories and shudder at seeing a female OC endure cartoonish levels of abuse or torture just for the sake of getting a 'rising phoenix' arc. I am extremely vocal about these topics! The only difference is that I simply don't read stories with any of those elements - and if I happen to come across them accidentally, I STOP immediately and move on to something else.

If you happen to believe that I do not have any preferences or tastes, then you are a silly person who should steer clear of my blog. If you found that review to be offensive, then leave this page! You probably wouldn't take too kindly to the rest of my views.

That's all! 🤗

[kaycode1999]

Hi!! I love your workk!! It's soo darn good <33 Hope you are doing amazing! So I saw you are doing matchups and I wanted a kny, jjk and bsd matchup (CAN WE PLEASE DO A MUTUAL MATCH UP 😭😭🙏!!)

Personality: I’m an ENFP. I am an ambivert. I love talking to people but also it sucks the soul out me. And by the end of the day I just want to be alone. I love trying something new (Always in for an adventure), but I absolutely LOVE to travel. I try to always be nice to people and make them comfortable with me. In my friend group I am the most chaotic kid (in college) I used to be the mom friend but now I'm just a chaotic kid who my friends take care of😭. Fun fact I also the youngest in the group and hence is it is like declared that I need to go to a mental asylum. I take pride in myself in being so funny that people are concerned if I am okay. I am also very VERY clumsy and forgetful. I also get distracted very very quickly. I LOVE LOVE FASHION! And Me and my guy best friend always judge fashion in our college. I am also quite dramatic (Unfortunate for my pookies, cause I have made their peaceful life a living hell). I also curse a LOT.

And I have zero shame, I flirt with my friend in every second line. But If I actually like some. ZIP! NO VOICE COMING OUT!

AnD HeRe CoMeS ThE TrAuMa~~ I have big BIG attachment issues. I am the only child in my family and hence have to be picture perfect. Like the best Miss world be feminine, independent, financially stable, get the topper grades, also always put family first, be polite, be the therapist you get the point. I have accomplished this to the point I am the prodigy child now. This also kind of made me good at everything but yeah CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

My music taste varies to the people I am attached to. Yes, this is why my spotify wrap is always a history book. It shows how many times I have fucked up.

I think my love language is almost anything, especially giving gifts and acts of service, Normally I don't like that much of mushy hugs and all thing but If I am really close to someone be it friends or relationship. Bro you are never getting me off. The clingiest mf you'll meet then. I will follow you like a god damn puppy follows its mom.

Pronouns and age: she/her, I’m a female and straight (male preference). I am 19.

Hobbies: I have a bunch of them actually, I just gain them like Pokémon's. Minor inconvenience in my life, BOOM a new hobby :). I LOVE to dance, I love to listen to music, I do play guitar and drums a little, I like to crochet, bake, cook, sketch, paint, Fashion. I also love to wrtie poetry and letters.

Type: Honestly, I love Introverted cuties, with a geeky side cause when introverts start to yap it the most cuties fucking thing. BUT with a sense of humor! I can also end up with anyone who matches my freak. But too well cause idk why i brother zone them. ( This is why i am never getting a bf)

Appearance: I have medium-length black hair and dark brown eyes, almost black. I have lush eyelashes and eyebrows. I also am 5'3 (It ain't that short). I wear glasses too. I usually in college have old money style and street style but as I have said, very diverse in fashion. I just don't wear too short clothes (those micro skirt and shit do not like, no offense if you like them (I AM SORRY) )

I wouldn’t like to get mahito, muzan or mori and fukuzawa ( I see him as a father figure)

Sure! I’d love a matchup!

By the way thank you for your patience with me getting this up and I hope your 2025 is going well!

I have a self matchup with all my information on my page if you want to look for it or I can send it to your inbox- either one

I match you with

Jujutsu Kaisen

Takuma Ino

BSD

Junichiro Tanizaki *not gonna lie a small part of this was just because I need him to be with anyone but his sister because 🤢🤮. We’re just gonna pretend that whole thing doesn’t exist*

Demon Slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku

All 3 of them do lean on the extroverted/sociable side, maybe not completely extroverted/outgoing but at least know how to socialize with people when the situation calls for it. but they all understand having a social battery that gets drained

All of them enjoy experiencing new things with you and also traveling

They are all kind just like you and like to make people around them comfortable

Honestly all of them find your chaotic nature humorous as well as have a caring and protective natures so they’re kind of the order to your chaos

It depends on the severity of your clumsiness, if you get hurt a lot because of it they will be concerned but if it’s not that serious they don’t worry TOO much. All three of them are in professions that mean they either know people who are willing to help you with your coordination or they can help you themselves so that you at least don’t get hurt too much *this is if you want to of course*

Rengoku and Ino specifically would prefer you at least get basic self defense training because demons/curses just because they want to make sure you are able to keep yourself safe

As long as there’s nothing worrisome or concerning/dangerous causing it they don’t mind your forgetfulness. If you want they don’t mind helping you by getting things like calendars or reminders for important things, or even other processes that might help- again it’s completely up to you though

They all find your love of fashion endearing

Ino and Tanizaki don’t care about you cursing as long as it isn’t in inappropriate times/situations. They don’t do it excessively themselves but still do it a reasonable amount

It takes Rengoku some time to get used to it because poor baby hardly curses at all except for one word here or there, it makes him flustered at first but once he gets used it to he doesn’t mind as long as it isn’t at inappropriate times/situations

There is probably some variation for all of them of them finding out you like them where they were confused or thought they did something wrong when you couldn’t talk to them but when they find out they think it’s adorable and unfortunately you will be teased about it

The good thing about your relationship with all 3 of them is that they are loyal, caring, and loving. They understand your attachment issues and make sure to help you feel secure that they aren’t going anywhere

Ino and Kyojuro in their own ways understand the pressures of feeling like you have to be perfect very well. They both put way too much expectations on themselves for either the same or different reasons so they go through it too. They try to help you with working through it just like you do for them

I haven’t seen anything about Junichiro that would make me think he goes through the same thing but he would also do his best to be there for you and help you work though it

They probably get you into different songs/artists/bands/genres maybe you haven’t heard before and vice versa

I get the feeling all three of them tend to be spoiling in almost all aspects; gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service, etc. but they all love physical affection so feel free to be as clingy as you want with them

They all enjoy seeing whatever new hobby you have and would love for you to tell them all about it. They all try to join in if and when they can because they take interest in you and your hobbies but obviously not everything is going to be for everyone. They also enjoy seeing the things you end up doing or creating through it because they are intrigued by it

I think there are similarities and differences with all of them that they are similar enough to enjoy your company but not so similar as to be a problem

I hope you enjoy it!

[bwobgames]

Previous First

There's a knocking at the door

Beebo goes to open it

"Wait"

"Who's there?"

There's more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme

"Nevermind its just Simon"

"What"

"Shh"

"Rude. Get in"

Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn't see anyone else

"Ángel?"

"So?"

"I saw Dad in the house"

"What?! Where?!"

"Elaborate"

"I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him."

"He went to the corridor that leads to the patio"

"So I came here to tell the detectives"

"I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet"

"Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?"

"Um, I don't think so? He said he was gonna, uh... 'take care of him' and went down the stairs"

"What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won't die doesn't mean he can!"

"You two stay here, I'll go find him"

"I'll go too"

"Absolutely not"

"It will be a 3 versus 1, we'll be fine!"

"You are not going"

Beebo and Nadia say at the same time

"What the hell."

"Neither are you, Nadia"

"I have the right to get my father detained. You're depriving me of the small joys in life"

"What are you even going to do with him? The storm won't let you take him to the police"

"As awful as this might sound, that's currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel's alright"

"We are professionals. We can handle it.

You two are not. Stay"

He leaves

He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms

He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything

"Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there"

"Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I'm judging your taste in men"

"Ugh. Teenagers"

"I believe we had an agreement"

"I didn't sign anything,

and I don't really respect you as an authority figure"

"Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins"

"... My romantic life is none of your business, I'm taking you to your mother"

"Because I said he sucked?"

"Because there's a maniac running around god knows where and-!

Ugh, where's your brother."

"I told him to stay in the room"

"So he listens to her and not me?"

"Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?"

"It's a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor"

"Wha- you would fight your own dad?"

"There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He's an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon's feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don't even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It's offensive honestly.

He's a complete child who's playing with things out of his comprehension.

I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn't committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.

The thought of being anything like him sickens me.

Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling"

"... I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother"

"Hey, is that your guy?"

She points to the window

"That's him! Oh, thank god he's okay"

"How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.

Ugh, I'm asking for his phone number after this

Wait, phone!

I'll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!"

He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight

Something about that feels... familiar.

The lights turn off

That definitely feels familiar

He has a weird feeling in his chest

"...I think we need to check on Simon"

Nadia runs towards the stairs

Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: "Cyno."

WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: "Only my mother knows the answer. And the God of Wisdom, of course."

DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?: "I never thought of asking. I don't believe in knowing everything at all costs."

ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: "I am taken... aback by such a personal question." He pauses. "Do you get the joke?"

WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?: "I'm not the type to boast about my fighting prowess. But I'm as strong as I need to be as General Mahamatra... as well as an Electro Vision Holder, as you can see."

WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: "Someone once described them as the color of the burning red sands at dusk. I like it. It sounds very cool."

HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?: "I have considered it in the past. Now I've come to accept my natural looks and their consequences."

DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: "I believe I do."

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: "Someplace, sometime, I know I have a cute and loud little shiba named Anpu. I chose his name."

TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE: "I don't really like people who are too smart. They think they can control everything, and constantly venture to the fringes of danger."

DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?: "How long do you have? You should consider that before you ask me to talk about Genius Invokation TCG."

HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?: "Of course. There is no need to shy away from the subject."

HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?: "I can admit to it. A General Mahamatra cannot hesitate."

WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?: "Some people at the Akademiya like to compare the matra to the Sumpter Beasts. My subordinates take offense to it, but I find it a fitting metaphor."

NAME YOUR WORST HABITS: "I am probably not the best judge for that. You should ask someone who knows me well and won't hold back. Try Tighnari."

DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?: "I am not the tallest in my circle of friends, so I look up to most." A pause. "That was a joke, because of my height. But I do have people I look up to. Ironically, the one I look up to the most is shorter than me. That's hysterical."

GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?: He just looks confused, like he was just spoken to in a foreign language.

DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?: "Not anymore. I have graduated a few years ago."

DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?: "Of course. That would be ideal."

DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?: "I always keep one in a drawer of my desk for when it's very hot." His face looks so smug. Come on, laugh already. "... What? It's fanny."

WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: "Failing those who rely on me. I cannot let them down."

WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: "Exactly what you see. I had this uniform custom-made personally. I am very proud of it."

DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: "I do. I am a human being."

WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?: He looks confused again. "If you're asking about the Darshan I have studied under, I graduated from Spantamad. But that doesn't grant me any sort of permanent title."

HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: "You can have friends where you'd never expect. I prefer to not keep count."

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: "That is probably what eating Paimon would taste like. Because she is Pie-mon, get it?"

FAVORITE DRINK?: "Hmmm.. I don't think I have a favorite. I will drink what is available."

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: "By the side of people who make me feel home. Wherever that place may be."

ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: "Of course. Most people don't like it though. It usually means I'm about to come and get you."

WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: "... Next question, please."

WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?: Cyno wordlessly hands over a bingo card.

ANY FETISHES?: "That is for me to know and my lover to find out."

CAMPING, OR INDOORS?: "I consider myself an outdoorsy type, but indoor is fine too."

ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?: "Not anymore."

Tagged by: @mmriesoftvat (there you have it!)

[ventriclealchemy]

Awwww thank you so much for mentioning me!! 😭💜 Orochimaru and Kabuto are literally my favourite ship, and for some reason it seems to get extra criticism (even though age gaps are present in sooo many stories, people seem to have suddenly taken major offense with it). Kabuto is an adult, so it's not even that big of a deal in my opinion. I happen to enjoy the age gap dynamic, and have always been attracted to people much older than myself.

I get that it's not for everyone, but I simply expect people to respect our differences. It sure is rude when people come onto your own blog and tell you what to think and what to like. Especially when they decide to take a moral high ground and say it is wrong. I don't care what they think, I will continue to post what I like. People need to learn to scroll past or block content they don't like. We are not responsible for their feelings.

Orochimaru is my favourite anime character of all time, and after all the unimaginable shit they had to go through, they deserve to have one person who loves them desperately and never leaves their side no matter how they fail. And who loves and respects Orochimaru the most? I'm sorry, but it's absolutely 1000% Kabuto, every time. No one can deny that, surely. I actually thought in canon there were obvious romantic undertones, from Kabuto at the very least.

If I'm being totally honest with myself after watching and reading, when looking at the canon content objectively, I think it's highly likely Orochimaru is Ace and Aromantic. However, I am definitely not – so I don't/can't really understand that perspective. When I think of creating art with my favourite character in mind, I want to give them love and affection. Those are my love languages, so it only makes sense to me to explore those avenues. I want Orochimaru, and Kabuto, to know and feel loved 💔

It seems to me that there used to be more OroKabu/KabuOro content around, and with some digging it can be found. It seems a lot of us were shamed or pushed into stopping posting it. That happened to a few artists and writers I was following. Screw that. I am going to continue, I don't need those people's approval. There is always going to be judgemental puritans spreading hate, and usually they are total hypocrites with skeletons in their closets. I try not to judge anyone on their shipping tastes or Art/writing. If it's not for me, I simply ignore it. Not sure why that is so hard for some people.

That said, I'm sorry I'm so slow with my art 🥲 I've been really busy in real life lately, but hoping to add more as soon as possible! I will try to upload more sketchy and less polished stuff. I am a perfectionist to a fault, and I should really just loosen up and share more 💜

Thank you for your encouragement and enthusiasm!!! I really appreciate it

All orokabu blogs I have an announcement 

So I have seen so many amazing orokabu blogs like @ventriclealchemy and @brbrbrbruh and @shrimpleasthat77 etc., etc. etc. 

But I feel that we are the only ones who post orokabu😢 so me and all of you are going to try and make it popular again🥰 so who cares what people say about your art, just say “well it makes me happy!” So let’s continue to post and reblog orokabu even if it’s from 2012 or blah blah! Just remember that it’s ok to draw stuff people don’t like, because that is your art! Thank you!

I’m just trying to motivate y’all lol sorry if that was cringe 😬 

[crymeariveronceagain]

Do you like hoo or kotlc better???

kotlc.

hated the ending of hoo. I wanted so much more than I got and I didn't like how that conflict went.(like, come on, the nosebleed? Gaia??? Giants?? Just ruin my life now, ugh.)

Kotlc is a lot better, imho.

Also, since it's fantasy, it doesn't have depictions of mythology to pick holes in.

We all know that Hades would never have cheated on Persephone and you're straight up lying to me if you think the man did. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Nico Di Angelo, but his very existence mildly bothers me.

That's one of my main issues. The butchering of Hades. Like, I'm willing as anyone to admit that the Greek dieties EXISTED to make the mortals feel better about themselves and their flawed actions, but come on. Hades was the best god in their Pantheon. And I am completely willing to die on this hill.

Kotlc also has a lot more characters I really love.

I don't really love Piper, Jason, Frank, or Hazel. I love Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and Leo. I love Calypso.

But that's about it.

Meanwhile, I love Sophie, Keefe, Fitz, Biana, Dex, Tam, Linh, Wylie, Marella, Stina, Maruca, Grady, Edaline, Juline, Kesler, Tiergan. Like, that's a TON more characters for me to really enjoy.

hoo as a whole was decent enough. It's just... not my favorite?

Like, if I had to rank the book series I've read, it would probably go:

The Books Of Bayern by Shannon Hale

The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins

Regina Doman's series of retold Fairytales

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer

Keeper Of The Lost Cities

The Glitter duology by Aprilynne Pike

Percy Jackson and The Olympians

The Divergent Series, by Veronica Roth

The Selection, by Kiera Cass

Harry Potter

The Inheritance Cycle, by Christopher Paolini

Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard

Heroes Of Olympus

At the very bottom of this endless list is, of course, Twilight. But, y'know, I digress.

I just didn't vibe with it.

Might have been the emotional duress of that cliffhanger in Mark of Athena that didn't give me enough suffering in House Of Hades. The level at which I wanted more Tartarus was dangerously high. I was kind of disappointed enough not to read it again.

I like the premise and I like some of the characters

It's just not my favorite

[jingyismom]

I'm truly not trying to start discourse make you feel bad personally, I just wanted to check if you're alright with chengxian? One of the jc-lwj-wwx parallel posts you rebloggged was tagged by the op as chengxian and that makes me uncomfortable with interacting with it, but I haven't seen any of that on your blog and I really like it here, so I'm wanting to clarify for myself if I'm better off unfollowing on grounds of incompatible vibes (i.e. even if I didn't view them as siblings I wouldn't like them as a ship but I've heard the relationship is less familial in the novel and more typically martial sibling like so idk but yeah anyway. Hope you're having a nice day and this doesn't come across as offensive)

Oh! Well, anon, I'm gonna take a two-pronged approach here just to be clear for your needs and mine 😅

Firstly, I don't personally ship chengxian! I just really really love parallels and meta involving the three of those characters (and lxc too, they all mirror each other in super interesting ways). I'm all for curating our own experiences, so I will say that if you don't want to see romantic chengxian you ARE more than likely safe on this blog. This is because, while probably boring to many, I only ship wangxian with each other in my little monkey brain/heart. I am pretty set in stone and vanilla when it comes to my main ships in general (don't @ me abt the fact that I'm a smut writer U KNOW it's relatively vanilla 😂).

Secondly, I am wholeheartedly "alright" with chengxian!!! Anything anybody wants to ship and however they want to ship it is a-ok, regardless of if I personally like it/want to see it/am squicked by it or not. I am not judging anyone for anything their brain finds enjoyable, as long as it is not causing harm, which to be clear, internet shipping of fictional characters cannot do as long as it is all tagged correctly in good faith etc.

It's highly possible I will reblog lots of things that were maybe intended to be posts suggesting ships I don't like/read/whatever, but if I don't see the post that way myself I won't clock it or care! If I like it and get something from it then I'm gonna be reblogging it without knowledge of or regard for op's intentions. Not sure if that's in bad taste or something these days but I am simply not checking op's tags for fandom stuff unless I happen to see them directly.

Also, just to tack on, I want to assure everyone that unfollowing/blocking people on the internet is a 100% great tool for any reason you might want to use it. Unfollow me if you need to!! Unfollow anyone!!! Make your internet experience as calm and happy for your soul as you can, it's one of the few areas of life in which we have that ability, so definitely take advantage of it!!

(Choosing not to address the fact that martial siblings are not actual siblings because it does seem that anon gets it, and it seems irrelevant here, and MANY people with far better knowledge of the culture of martial siblings have tackled the subject. If anybody asks for links I can try to dig some up, but I think search engines would also yield results?)

[thosebizzareserpents]

"Why'd you three come to me?" There are other members of the Order who you know.

Susan looked at the Hit-Witch.

"Megan's worried about you."

My niece?

"And I pretty sure your older siblings are too."

"Megan's not just our housemate, she's our friend." She asked me about the the Order - well she called the flight of the Phoenix."

"Anyways I told her."

I don't want her to lose her aunt or Gwenog and Idris to lose their sister either. "I don't want her to be like my father and I." Susan said softly.

"Hmm." Hestia sat down against the wall.

Being a former Auror Hestia's older brother was against her joining.

Alice and Frank Longbottom were his friends and colleagues. She received a howler more than once from her sister Gwenog.

When ignored Gwen even skipped practice with her team the Holyhead Harpies to check in on her.

"Oh my apologies, these are my best friends Hecate Oakham and Oliver Rivers. The flame coloured hair witch stated proudly."

Hecate smiled ear to ear. "I'm a good judge of character and plus you have common sense no offense to anyone else."

"Bonus points you're named after a goddess like me."

"You listen but you also question things. You don't just take anyone's word and follow your intuition."

"Have you three been watching me?" Hestia eyed Amelia's niece and her friends.

I heard about you joining the Order from my aunt in fifth year."

"Sturgis passed along Alastor Moody's invisible cloak to us before he was caught."

"We also saw when you and Dedalus escorted Harry's relatives to a safe house but we didn't follow."

"That far back huh? Respect the honesty."

"Why not join the revived Order of the Phoenix?" Hestia's question was directed toward Susan.

"Even if the intentions are good I don't like the notion of putting my life into someone else hands."

"Our goals are common but I have my own agenda."

Hestia nodded. She understood, there were times at Order meeting where she questioned and spoke up about certain missions. And it seemed - no she was brushed off, patronized, or completely shut down.

She realized that Dumbledore didn’t really give them any vital information, he didn't trust anyone.

Hestia recalled elder Wizengamot Dame Trilochana Chadha-Sweeting words.

"Withheld information is not protection most times it makes matters worse."

"Aren't you a member of Dumbledore's Army?"

I mean I have my own intel as well. My girlfriend, Aurora keeps me abreast of the events at Hogwarts too.

Aurora?

"Yeah, she teaches astronomy at the school."

"Professor Sinistra!" She one of the coolest teachers at Hogwarts." Hecate blushed.

"I'll be sure to let her know." winked Hestia.

The D.A. is basically your junior league of the Order of the Phoenix. Scoffed Oliver.

Susan playfully punched him the arm.

"I don't regret joining that that was my choice. But I still have reservations and I am entitled to that, even if it was created by Harry, Hermione, and Ron."

"Lastly I don't compared to the Order of the Phoenix. The original or the revived. Same goal but that's were the comparison ends."

Hestia raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing something happened that left a bad taste in your mouth?"

"Something like that Ms. Jones."

Hestia is fine.

Anyways we don't have anything against the Order or the new members. We're just more-

"Cautious, I get it.

I wondered why August Longbottom or her grandson weren't involved since Alice and Frank Longbottom were such key members during the First Wizarding War."

"Not just that Hestia, excuse my language but we're over the riddles and self-sacrificing for the greater good bullshit." We don't want to be pawns.

"As I've said we've learned our lesson and we prefer not to be moved about like pawns on a chessboard.

"A good friend of mine said what good is the greater good if no one's left alive to see it."

"What friend was that and whose this we you keep referring to?" Inquired Hestia.

Caradoc Dearborn's grandchild."

Hestia's eyes widened.

Susan shrugged. "Yeah, there's couple of us out here, we want help but not so keen on jumping to join the Order of Phoenix."

"The 'Known Unknown Children" as Rufus Scrimgeour likes to call us.

"So would you like to meet the others?

Oh what the hell feel like I’m just a glorified babysitter right now. 

“Let’s go.”

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 6 "Seven Minutes in Hell" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Everyone would immediately assume the killer is me.

Are you one of those idiot savants who's heavy on the idiot, light on the savant?

I am simply a victim of my times.

Are you aware your pants are on backwards?

Then whose fault is it?

I am never talking about anything ever again!

Yeah, super sorry about what happened down there.

Why are you laughing?

What about that fit you threw down there?

You're not mad at me?

Oh, I meant everything I said about you.

I still think you're useless. I'm just not sad about it.

You never, ever want to be the boss in a time of extreme crisis.

As soon as you become the boss, you get a target on your back, from the feds, the other families, ambitious underlings.

Sure, seems like you have all the power, but you also take on the most risk.

Oh, don't judge me for trying to stay alive.

Do not give an inch.

What's your game here?

I trust you about as far as I can throw you.

I know we don't know who the killer is, but we know it traces back to this house.

There are two things that always happen at a slumber party; someone experiments with lesbianism and secrets are revealed.

We can create situations and scenarios to really prime the pump.

We'll lock everybody up overnight, and we're bound to find out something.

A slumber party sounds fun.

Let's play spin the bottle.

Someone always goes lesbian.

We're playing spin the damn bottle.

Why spin the bottle?

That is not a nasty rumor. That is a true rumor.

So I propose a panty raid.

You taste like wax.

I guess we have to kiss.

You're a great kisser.

Was I interrupting you?

I was just practicing looking disinterested.

I'm pretty sure I was born without that part of the brain that actually feels stuff.

We have so much in common.

I'm starting to think we have something very important and specific in common.

My sex life up until this point is what you'd call unusual.

I think the only way to be sure of your feelings is if you let me gently rub your uterus right now.

When I love someone, it drives them insane.

Believe me when I say that if it was possible for me to feel anything I would totally be crying right now.

That doesn't seem healthy.

All the doors are locked solid. Windows, too. Upstairs and down.

I decided to have the whole house turned into a panic room.

But wait, doesn't that mean that there's some sort of switch somewhere to deactivate it?

I hate being trapped in small places.

There's only one reason why the killer would do something like this-- to pick us off one by one.

Guess it's just a matter of time before one of us or all of us ends up dead.

You have to help us.

Look, I'm prepared to say I'm sorry I did that.

What I'm not prepared to do is say the sex was bad.

Yeah. I'm not gonna apologize for that one.

I'm about to get murdered, so can you please just hang up and get over here?

How on earth are we supposed to get in if all the doors and windows are locked?

Dude, we climb up the ladder, break the windows upstairs, save all the girls, climb back down, then it's vagina city for all of us.

Why would you bomb-proof upstairs windows? For what, like, a flying bomb?

Don't be an idiot.

It's hero time.

Save me and I'm yours forever.

I'm not really sure I'm ready for that level of commitment.

Break the glass!

Stand back, fair maiden.

Give him the dignity of watching him die.

Someone in this house definitely knows who the killer is.

It's truth or dare time.

Whatever it takes to stop the douche that's trying to kill everybody.

I mean, do you ever just stop and ask yourself if we can actually pull this off?

Maybe we all just need to get out of here.

The best way to avoid a shark attack is to not go in the water.

We all have a crisis of faith sometimes.

Maybe you're hiding something.

I'd pick truth and then just lie.

If you want to lie, you can just pick dare.

That's the whole point of truth or dare. You can't lie.

Does your vagina have teeth?

I'm not lying.

My vagina doesn't have teeth.

Does your vagina still have teeth?

So it used to have teeth, but you got them removed?

So your vagina still has teeth.

Sounds like you're trapped in a web of lies.

You're forfeiting your turn, bitch.

Okay, I guess it's my turn, then.

You promised you wouldn't tell.

Sorry. I had to tell the truth.

Of course you're the killer.

I propose we take a little break, You know, take a whiz, get a refill.

You know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever trusted you.

I wanted to talk about the other thing you said, about how you thought you had feelings for me.

The only feelings I have for you now are rage and pissed offedness.

Now go sit in that bathtub and think about what you've done. And try not to rub one out, okay?

Come on! I said I was sorry!

If anybody's down here, please don't jump out at me.

Is that blood?

Wait. If you're gonna kill me, at least show me who you are first.

I knew it. I knew it was you.

Please. You don't have to do this. I could help you.

There's never any food in there. Just laxatives.

I got the impression that you and I are on the verge of being the next "it" couple.

See, this is the problem with texting, you know? You can't hear the context.

Even though I decided to not wear a bra, you haven't been staring at my shirt raisins once.

Okay, look, I was waiting to talk to you about this 'cause secretly I was hoping you'd be killed and I wouldn't have to hurt your feelings.

I just don't think it would work out with us.

You're nuts, and not like a typical crazy-eyes co-ed, but wake-up-with-my penis-in-a-jar lunatic.

I love space mountain. Best ride at Disneyland. But I love my penis more.

Number one-- I never take second place. And number two-- I don't stop till I get what I want.

Was that salad spinner hitting on you?

I am super turned on from her, and I need some sweet release.

Is there any, like, Crisco or cooking oil here? Just, like, dry handies bum me out.

I propose we treat ourselves to a little heaven. Seven minutes in heaven.

Whatever your plan was, it isn't working.

Would you like to pat the little man in the canoe?

I want to take our relationship to the next level.

I want us to be together, but I want it to mean something.

I love boning girls all over this great land. But really, at the end of the day, I just kind of want to bone one girl. Like, that one special girl.

I just didn't think that girl was you. Because, obviously, there's so much wrong with you.

Will you get back together with me?

I would consider taking you back under one condition.

You have to pinky-pledge that you will be monogamous to me.

You will not have sex with anyone else. Do you understand me?

Dude, she looks like prepackaged meat from the supermarket.

Oh, god, has someone checked on the kids?

Pretty convenient that you're the one who found the body.

You're the darkest bitch of them all.

Those are some serious accusations, and they make no sense.

I would be opening myself up to a lot of trouble if I were to turn you in to the authorities.

It doesn't do any of us any good to start accusing each other with no evidence.

I suggest that we just have someone stand guard and watch me for the rest of the night, or until someone else dies, therefore proving that I am not the killer.

This feels so good.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out!

Interesting. That's all I'm gonna say. Interesting.

There is a trapdoor with, like, a tunnel system.

But wait, there are secret tunnels in this house perfect for a killer to use, and you neglected to tell us?

That's a little suspicious.

We are losing sight of the big picture here.

I'm not going down there. I do not dig on cobwebs, and I'm guessing there are loads of cobwebs down there.

If you get murdered in those tunnels, I promise I will never bang anyone harder than I banged you.

You're so rich and hot.

These are the nicest secret tunnels I've ever seen.

Wow. What amazing legacies they all have. What do you think ours will be?

If we can get through this year without everyone getting killed, I think we'll go down as the greatest of them all.

You came back for me.

Purely selfish.

You are probably the worst cop ever.

Wait, where are we going?

I won't go!

In three seconds, I'm gonna pick you up and carry you out of here.

I just kind of came over here because I farted over there and it smelled bad.

Wait, you're a lesbian?

Basically, I'm in love with love.

The next time I feel love for someone, I'm going to tell them. Right away. Just in case they're murdered before I can.

I just feel like I'm never gonna find a guy who likes me.

I'm a freak.

Nobody actually likes me.

You are totally gonna find another guy.

They're custom-made pink nunchaku.

Thank you for making that announcement that no one cared about.

No slumber party is finished without a kickass dance party.

This is so wonderfully random.

What a great way to pretend all these people we know weren't brutally murdered.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Title: Taste You

Pairing: MLQC Gavin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,894

Written for anonymous by @rikumorimachisgirl

A/N: Sorry for posting this late. No offense to anyone named Dagny, I just couldn't think of any other name at the time.

Disclaimer: I don't own MLQC, but this fic was solely my idea.

You slammed the door of your apartment and made a beeline to the kitchen. It was half-past ten in the evening on a Saturday - the weekend of your high school reunion - and here you were back at your flat, getting ready to bake instead of partying with him and your friends. 

"This is all his fault, " you thought to yourself as you cracked two eggs open and added them into the mixing bowl. "Him and that bimbo!"

Him. Gavin - Elite Police Officer, resident bad boy in high school,  and your supposed date for the homecoming. 

Supposed is right. You start beating the eggs into the mixture a tad harder than usual as your thoughts drifted back to what had happened moments earlier. 

He picked you up at exactly seven o'clock, looking dapper in a crisp white shirt, a grey sports jacket, and jeans, carrying a bouquet of roses, which you hurriedly placed in a vase. He was the perfect date - holding the door open for you, seating you in the best spot at the venue, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to make sure you weren't cold, and whispering random stuff in your ear to get even closer to you. Amidst the crowded high school auditorium, all he could see was you. And it all seemed like a dream until she came along. 

She. Dagny. She was in the same year as Gavin and she was quite the popular girl - with her long blonde hair, perfect figure, and her long legs. She used to have the biggest crush on Gavin. Judging by how she looked, it was plain to see that the years have been kind to her. And judging by how easily she managed to pull your date away from your side, you could tell she wasn't over him yet. 

The faint sound of a Billie A-list song drifted to your kitchen from the open window, making you frown even more. This was exactly the song they were dancing to before you decided to leave. Sighing, you placed the mixing bowl down and shut the window - trying to shut off the images of how blondie was practically grinding at Gavin like her life depended on it, how Gavin made no attempt at shutting her out, and how they moved in perfect sync - almost like they were doing the deed on the dancefloor. They look so good together, you wouldn't be surprised if they hooked up. 

If they hooked up. Those four words sent chills down your spine. "Argh! I hate this, " you growled and headed back to the counter where you left your mixing bowl. You needed a good distraction, and baking always provided you that. Sighing, you took the baking sheets and unceremoniously dropped spoonfuls of cookie dough on the ungreased sheets. You were so engrossed in your task, you hardly noticed the knock on your door. 

"Hey, open up, please, " you heard someone calling from outside your flat. "I know you're still awake." 

'Gavin? What was he doing there?' You were curious for a split second, but the scowl you were wearing since you got home soon took its place as you marched to the front door. You could feel your blood boil as you took one step after another from the kitchen to the living room, and by the time you got to the door, you were ready to scream his head off. 

But all of those vanished as soon as you spotted a pale, and disheveled Gavin standing outside your door. His face lit up the moment your eyes met his, and he let out a sigh of relief. 

"What are you doing here?" You interrupted abruptly, eyeing him coldly. 

"I'm here because you left all of a sudden, and I was worried you'd had gotten in trouble."

"Well, obviously I'm okay, so you can leave, " you replied flatly, as you attempted to close the door on him. 

"Hey, wait a minute, " he said, blocking the door. "Did I do something to upset you?"

You gasped, your eyes flew wide as saucers. Could he seriously be that clueless, you thought.  "You mean you don't know why I'm upset?"

"I wouldn't be asking you if I knew."

"Shouldn't you be with her?" 

He stared at you, more confused than ever. "Huh?"

"Dagny!" You cried out. "She was all over you earlier, and you didn't seem to mind. So, why aren't you with her? She was obviously into you. Didn't you notice?"

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "No, I didn't. I only danced with her because she had information about a high profile smuggler my team has been tailing for months and we didn't want to look too obvious."

"You mean she's an informant?" 

"Yes. There's nothing going on between us. Besides, " he said, as he cupped your face in his hands and with the pads of his thumb, he wiped off some dough that had stuck to your cheek. "You're the only one I see, my little baker girl."

You blushed at his words and tried to break free, but the more you struggled, the more he kept you in place. Sensing the worst was over, he laughed. "So what were you making before I arrived?"

"It's -"

"Oh no, don't tell me! Let me guess, " he whispered and you gasped as his mouth hungrily sought yours, again and again, leaving you breathless and weak at the knees.

"Cookies, " he said in between kisses, as he pushed you inside the flat and closed the door behind him. 

"Hm?"

"You're making cookies, am I right?" He said as he continued to kiss you while backing you up into the room until you reached the kitchen. He then let you go and turned his attention to the batter. "What kind of cookies are you making?"

"Butter cookies, " you responded when you finally caught your breath and looked at the mess you've made in the kitchen. "As you can see, it doesn't look very appealing right now. I didn't even bother tasting it earlier because I was just too mad and wanted to let off steam…" You trailed off as you watched him scoop a small dollop of cookie dough with his finger before making his way towards you. "Gavin?"

"Hm, " he asked, smiling mischievously at you. 

"S-so what do you think?" You asked as soon as he came face to face with you. 

"Let's see..., " he started while tracing your jaw and your neck with his finger, smearing the soft cookie dough on your skin. Leaning over, he replaced his finger with his tongue and lapped at the dough, and you gasped at the sensation of his wet tongue upon your skin. 

"Well?"

"It's hard to tell with such a small sample. I'm gonna need to taste it some more." Bolder this time, he moved the mixing bowl near you. You wanted to move away, but he held your wrist with one hand, keeping you in place. As soon as he turned his attention back at you, the same naughty smile returned to his face and his hazel brown eyes darkened with lust. 

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned your blouse, his eyes never leaving yours. It was trance-like, and you couldn't move if you wanted to. No sooner than he had completed his task, he circled an arm around you to unhook your bra, and shortly after, you saw him toss those aside. "Those were getting in the way, " he said, as he took another dollop of cookie dough and smudged it on your breasts, rolling it on your nipples. Your heart was pounding wildly, as he continued to coat your breast, still gazing at you like he was working on a piece of art. 

"I can't wait to taste you, " his voice hoarse with arousal and it didn't take long before you felt his mouth on your breast, lapping on the soft dough he had smeared on you. He held your breasts together and moved his lips from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, giving them equal attention. His lips trailed back up the hollow of your collarbone, up to your neck, until it found your lips once more. You wrapped your arms around him as he lifted you up and placed you on the counter. 

"I'm gonna need you to lean back for me. I'm not done tasting you yet, " he said, pushing your skirt up, and spreading your legs. Smirking, Gavin took a generous amount of dough and spread it on your inner thigh, and you suck your breath in anticipation when he knelt in front of you. "I bet you taste heavenly, " was the last thing he whispered before he started licking the dough off, and you fight off the urge to moan louder. The only sounds in the kitchen were his incessant slurping and sucking as your muffled moans as his mouth moved higher and higher up your thigh. 

A thin sheen of sweat coated your body, your nipples were pert from the cold air and the warmth of his lips on your thigh. You writhed and bucked your hips in anticipation. You wanted more - needed more. But he stopped lapping on your thigh so abruptly, you opened your eyes to find him looking up at you. 

"This won't do, " he started. "How will you know the verdict if you keep your eyes closed the whole time? Look at me."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but your pussy was aching with need and you only managed a small nod before he lowered his mouth on you once again, his tongue roved up and down your pussy. 

"Good girl, " he said, in between licks. Your whole body shivered as his tongue continued to probe your folds, sucking on your wetness. "No, no. Don't close your eyes. Watch me. Watch me taste you."

"It's impossible, Gavin… I… I..." you gasped, as he French kissed your lower lips, his tongue plunging deep into you as he watched your reactions. 

"Sorry, Gavin. I- I can't…, " you finally said as you closed your eyes and bucked your hips against his face, allowing him to fuck you with his tongue.

"Gavin, I'm close…"

"I know, baby. Cum for me." As soon as you heard him speak, your walls clamped around him. You poured your juices, and he greedily lapped on it, looking at you the whole time. 

He stood and held you firmly as you came down from your high. Around you were splotches of dough and your overturned mixing bowl, which normally would be enough to get a rise off you. You hated messy kitchens. But not tonight. Tonight, you were only concerned about one thing.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" 

You looked up at him curiously and saw his lips still wet with your essence. "I want to find out if you like what you tasted."

"Oh, that, " he said, his naughty smile returning. "I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else."Your eyes shot wide open, and he laughed as he watched your cheeks flush. "Because it's a taste I want to keep exclusively for me."

"I don't think that would be a problem. Will you do it again?"

"Over and over, " he promised as he scooped you in his arms, and you felt your heart race while you thought of the number of ways he was going to taste you. 

End. 

[fluffychubbyrose]

Tony Stark x Chubby Self Conscious reader.

One Shot.

Requested.

Warnings- Slight Language, Slight NSFW so slight if you blink you'll miss it, Tony Stark might be more OC than some may like, insecurities, and light bullying.

(Also I don't own any of these pictures I just made the collages.)

Tony decided today instead of staying in the tower and relaxing, maybe having a movie marathon or something that we should go shopping to get me some more clothes since I keep telling him that I only have a few outfits to wear that are comfortable when he asks why I'm wearing the same outfits again and again.

The outfits are mostly my old sweats and sweatshirts along with a couple of baggy dress shirts and dress pants that I feel comfortable lounging around the tower or going out in, because they cover me completely and hide my plushness from the prying and judging eyes of other people.

I've been wearing the same outfits on rotation for the past month or two instead of wearing the new dresses or skirts I said I loved and fit good when he bought them for me, even when they were a bit snugger and showed more skin than I'd like them to. But at the time they seemed like a great idea to get because while they were a bit snug, they were beautiful, soft, and lovely material that highlighted my figure and bust. But lately I haven't been as confident as I was when I first got those outfits and wore them around and out and about.

But now looking at myself in these dresses, skirts, and tight shirts they just show to much of me and dont look right on my body anymore, they show too many of my rolls and plushness. "You need more than a measly few outfits to wear love and you know it. If those clothes we bought didn't fit comfortably you should have just said something and we could have gotten a different style or size for you that would have been more comfortable."

He says with a sigh not budging about going shopping and seemingly pouting that I didn't tell him about the clothes not fitting comfortably until now especially since some of the ones I'm refusing to wear are his personal favorites. "I don't think they have any bigger sizes." I muttered. "Hmm what was that?" "Nothing give me a minute to get ready and we can go." I said heading to our shared bedroom to put some light makeup on, tame my hair, and change out of my sweats.

Once I'm finished I walk out and over hear Tony talking to someone so I stay behind the corner to eavesdrop. "Yeah Y/n and I are planning on going on a quick shopping spree but I'll see if she wants to go to afterwards and meet up with everyone and maybe I can talk her into getting a new bikini while we're out to wear to the beach."

"Okay we'll see you there but don't try to trick her into wearing anything she isn't comfortable with Tony." I think that was Steve he was talking to and said "we'll" see you there so is the whole team going to be there? If it's just us that could be fun but last time the "private" beach we went to was anything but. Luckily I had my one piece on and could cover up with my towel. Tony takes any opportunity and turns it into a party. "Me!?! Trick her! Never!" He said sounding appalled making me giggle and reveal my hiding spot.

Knowing very well that he's always up to something and trying to get me to do all kinds of crazy things from experiments in the lab, to getting me drunk from the expensive alcohols that he loves but I can't really stand the taste of. Knowing I was busted I walked around the corner and kissed Tony on the cheek from behind. "Oh there you are Y/n! Are you ready to go sweetheart?" He asks smirking at me with playful look for catching my eavesdropping. "Yeah I'm ready."

(Small timeskip to the shopping center.)

"Oooh I like this one!" Tony says swinging around showing me a nearly see threw black button up shirt with a plunging neckline. "Tony that's basically see threw I can't wear that!" I said embarrassed cheeks heating up at the thought of anybody seeing me in something like that. "Yes you can, if you only wear it for me!" He says with a cheeky grin. I sigh and continue look it through the rack of clothes in front of me.

Most if not all of these clothes are way to small for me. I sigh and continue down the isle looking for cute but comfy clothes that won't hug my body. Which is proving to be more and more difficult with nothing being in my size, and with Tony only picking out provocative clothing. I'm feeling more discouraged and upset by the minute deciding to give up on finding anything today I turn to tell Tony let's just go to the bathing suit store to pick out a new bathing suit for the "not a party at the beach" he managed to convince me into going to.

Until I see Tony with an armful of clothes that upon further investigation are a bunch of outfits I wanted to get but were way to small for me to wear there must be 20 something outfits in his arms while he's talking to the sales associate. "Hi, yes I need all of these 3-4 sizes bigger." He says dumping the clothes into her arms. Looking closer it looks like he got the biggest ones of each outfit which would only need to be 2-3 sizes bigger to fit me well. "I'm sorry sir but these are as big as we carry and besides these would just be a waste on someone like her if that's who their meant for. I mean no offense but they wouldn't even fit like they were made to on someone of her size." She spat sounding irritated and disgusted not apologetic by any means.

"The way they fit, or look, are up to her to decide. Not you or anyone else and say something like that again and I'll have your job by the end of the hour. So again I would like all of these 3-4 sizes bigger so they are comfortable for my girl over there." He motions to me with his head looking as pissed off as he sounds, and the way he said 'my girl' was very possessive. My eyes widen and my face heats up from embarrassment from what she said and the confrontation in general but I'm touched and happy with how he's defending me.

"And if you don't have any bigger sizes then custom tailor it to fit. If you need her measurements I'll send them to you. Here's my card and I expect to be contacted by the end of the day with all of these resized and ready for pickup." The women looks deathly pale after taking and reading the card realising she just offended Tony Stark. Knowing that his threat to her job moments ago was in fact real and emanate if she didn't comply. Seeing her so petrified makes a part of me smug knowing next time she'll think before she speaks at least.

"Yes! Right away, I'm so sorry sir they will be ready by the end of the day! You can pay for them then. I'll be right back." She squeaks out and runs off with the clothes with her head down and tail tucked between her legs hopefully feeling as embarassed and upset as am from her comments. I wrap my arms around my self with head down now that she's gone I feel tears pricking the edges of my eyes hearing her say that just proved what I've been thinking about myself is true that I'm so big that it's repulsive to be this size, hell I can't even fit into a single thing in this entire store without it being tailored to fit, that should say something.

"Hey don't listen to her sweetheart she's just jealous I'm with you and not her. Everything she said was just a spiteful lie trying to get under your skin." He says lifting my head up and wiping under my eyes where a few silent tears slipped past without me knowing. He kisses me softly and hugs me tucking me under his chin while his hands rub up and down my back. I snuggle closer with my eyes closed holding him tight. "C'mon Y/n let's go pick out that swim suit!" He says sounding excited and let's go of me grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the store and down to the next trying to get my mind off of the rude sales associate.

(Another small time skip where we just arrived at the beach.)

"Hey you guys made it!" Steve runs up in just his swim trunks, hair wet, and sand sticking to him like someone pushed him down onto the sandy shore of the beach just moments before. "Yeah we're just gonna go set up our stuff then we'll join you guys in the water." Tony replies with his arm wrapped around me. Steve smiles and nods then runs off down the beach. I'm not sure about getting into the water looking around there's a lot of strangers here all swarming the infamous Avengers wanting to get pictures with them or of them.

The beach isn't packed but it defiantly isn't as dead as it should be if just the team was here, and I don't want a rerun of what happened earlier especially now that Tony talked me into a bikini after all. Though I picked it out and hid it from his view until I changed into it. When I put it on and it actually fit really well supporting me and being snug but not tight when I wasn't expecting it to fit at all with just how small it looked, I couldn't just put it back and pick out a different one. (It's the bikini in the pic above.)

But thinking about it now I should have picked a much less revealing bikini, but I knew Tony would appreciate the colors if you know what I mean. So I put it on in the changing room and put my clothes back on over it, only taking the price tags up to the cashier so I could pay for it and said I wouldn't let him see it until we got here because I was worried I would loose my nerve and pick out another one piece bathing suit after all. Plus I knew that if I let him see me in it that we would never make it to the beach and would more than likely be banned from the store. So he's been rushing to get here and to get me out of my dress shirt and knee high shorts since I checked out at the store. "Hurry Y/n I can't wait to get into the water!" Tony yells twenty or so feet away and winks at me suggestively, dropping our things onto the sand not bothering to actually set anything up.

"Don't lie Stark you only want to see her in her new bikini! You don't really care about getting in the water!" Natasha yells back at him from a ways down the beach playing volleyball with Wanda and few other people I don't recognize against the boys. Both of them wearing their own bikinis. 'That's probably how Steve got covered in sand.' "How did you know about that?" He yelled back pouting harder than he would willingly admit, because she's seen me in my new bikini but he hasn't been aloud to. Natasha stopped playing and said something to a couple of the people I didn't recognize that were on her team and walked up with Wanda right behind her.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist Stark she sent me and Wanda a few photos wanting some feed back before deciding which swim suit to get." She grumped at him. "But trust me you'll like what she picked out." Wanda said with a knowing smirk. My face heats up when his gaze locks with mine. "Oh I never doubted that I wouldn't like it. Now come on let's get into the water that's the whole point of going to the beach." He said pulling on my hand. "Fine but I have to take these clothes off and I'm not comfortable just stripping on the beach and you have get changed to."

I say holding my towel close to me nervous about showing so much of myself in front of everyone, especially in front of strangers. Tony not needing me to tell him twice took off to the changing rooms with his swim trunks yelling for me join him. "No way or I won't get to swim today! I'll change and be out in a few." I say while walking towards an empty room. I strip out of my clothes and look at myself in the full length mirror they had in the changing room. Feeling insecure and like this was a very bad idea all of a sudden.

Seeing all of my rolls and stretch marks in plain sight is making me feel ugly and disgusted with my self. I'm about to say hell with it all and put my clothes back on and say I'm feeling sick and that I want to go home even though Tony will know its a lie and will be worried about me, I can't handle this, I'm not ready, this is to much. That's when Tony's voice comes through the door. "Almost done in their my beautiful girl? You aren't going to keep me waiting all day are you? I could just come in there and get you if you'd prefer?" He purrs out but sounds worried.

I hurriedly wrap my towel around myself and unlock the door but I don't make a move to come out. "I'm not sure I can do this Tony. This is a bad idea I wanna go home." I'm hugging myself again degrading and upsetting thoughts are rushing through my head making me so overwhelmed that I don't notice Tony's in the changing room with me until he wraps his arms around me from behind making me jump. "Where's all of this coming from? Is it because of what that lady said earlier because she's wrong, so so wrong baby girl your beautiful in everyway!" I cringe trying not to cry knowing what he's saying is true but I can't help but let what she said and what I've been thinking lately get to me anyways.

I whimper and turn around in his arms letting him hold me again. "I'm sorry I don't know what's going on I've been more and more insecure lately for no real reason. That's why I don't wear those clothes you bought me anymore, they fit but they show to much of everything I hate and I wanted to cover up by wearing my old baggy clothes." I pull back looking up at him. Tony's silent for a moment looking at me with a thoughtful expression. "Well we'll just have to fix that now won't we?" He smiles softly grabbing my hand and leaning towards the door.

"Tony no I really don't want to go out there not like this at least." I say pulling back and looking down. "Like what? Your all covered up by your towel. I cant even see that little swim suit you bought earlier that I've been dying to see since we left the store. I love every single part of your body but if you don't want to go out there we don't have to. We can go home or stay right here in this changing room. Hell I bet if I text Capsicle he'll bring us something eat and drink then we can stay in here all day." I giggled at that imagining a confused and flustered Steve coming to the changing room bringing food and water.

"There's my girl." Tony coo's running his hands up my sides trying to tickle me. "Hey hey, No, Tony, Dont you dare!" I squeaked out jumping back hitting the wall of the changing room realizing I'm trapped my eyes widen and I'm about to yell at him again when he launches at me tickling me and I don't feel my towel falling while trying to squirm away laughing until I feel Tony's bare hands on my hips and he stops tickling me. I look up worried about the sudden stop in his "attack" and his silence until I see the desire in his eyes.

"As much as I absolutely love this." He leans close to my ear his grip tightening on my hips. "I'd love even more to see it off and on the floor." He kissed my neck once he finished. Making me gasp as heat floods my cheeks. He mumbles into my neck. "How about I show you just how beautiful you really are." Pressing his body up against mine nipping the sweet spot on my neck.

Let's just say I never got to go swimming in my new swim suit and Steve got more than just an eyeful when he came to check on us because we forgot to lock the door.

@lilacprincessofrecovery

[wildewildewildekitty]

Text || WildeBerry

Kitty: Hey --- I kind of expected to see you last night?

Rachel: Oh, well I got caught up with Kurt and ended up having to work!

You okay?

You didn’t get caught did you?

Kitty:.... Oh, Well, you appeared to have a pretty crazy night, according to your insta caption.

Maybe I'm reading into things?

No, I didn't

Rachel:My work is rather crazy. It just happened to be even more interesting last night.

Kitty: but -- I thought you were going to finish the job.

.... Oh?

Do I get details -- or?

I just like -- saw the breakfast, and Idk.

Rachel: Are you jealous?

I don’t think I’ve told you what I do for work…

Kitty: No.

I'm curious

Do you work at a breakfast place?

Rachel: Maybe I do.

Kitty: I am not convinced

Rachel :I don’t really tell anyone the truth about it Kitty.

Kitty:I mean, whatever.

Rachel: But I happened to run into someone I know at work and things got…intense

Kitty:if you don't want to tell me, it's fine

Wait ---

you hooked up with someone at your work?

so --

....

Rachel: We didn’t hook up at my work, no.

Kitty: You can't just tell me that kind of stuff and not give details.

Rachel: I’m a dancer.

Kitty: I kind of figured? Like Broadway stuff., right?

Rachel:Yes.

No.

You’re not going to judge me are you?

I mean, we’re friends right? I mean…

Kitty: Yeah...

[unsent:] friends that fuck.

I'm ... trustworthy.

Rachel: I’m a pole dancer Kitty. I strip for money and give lap dances.

And I never thought I’d run into anyone I know there. I really didn’t. It’s far enough a way that I thought it would be okay

You know stripping isn’t something to look down.

Kitty: I --

I don't really

know how to take this tbh

Like.

It's a job, and I respect that

Rachel: Okay.

Kitty: So --

you met someone stripping and you hooked up

Rachel: Right. That’s what happened.

Kitty:....I just like recognized the plates, it's funny, my ex husband had those same plates

but like he'd never go to a strip club.

no offense

Rachel: I’m not offended.

Maybe they are common plates?

Kitty: Maybe?

I don't know.

Like -- just weird.

Brett had decent taste though

Rachel: Maybe I shouldn’t have told you any of this. Because it’s weird to share with hookups about

Brett?

Kitty: It's fine, I kind of assumed we were friends?

Brett Anderson?

He actually lives in our building, we dated for a few months, and -- got married.

I know, right?

I'll point him out if I see him, but--- the plates thing is probably me just --

overthinking

Rachel: Oh.

Kitty:... I am upset you stood me up last night though

Oh?

Rachel: I didn’t know that he was your husband.

Ex husband

Kitty:Yeah... We got -- married in Vegas.

It's ...

embarrassing.

like, I kind of hate myself for it

Rachel: But he seems like a good guy

I don’t understand

Kitty: You know him?

Rachel: Not that well.

Kitty: ...Oh.

He's actually a really great person

We just rushed into something that we weren't ready for.

so, it was a mistake

[...]

Uh --- anyways, was this mystery person last night hot?

Rachel: Are you sure we should be indulging in details of our other hookups Kitty?

Kitty:... I had sex with Quinn the other day

it's fine.

I--- feel freer this way

Rachel: It just seems like a slippery slope and I like you.

Kitty: you do?

.... I ... I guess you've made me feel good after I've felt shitty for months

Rachel: Quinn. How was that? The thought of the two of you together kind of hurts my brain in a good way.

You deserve to feel good.

Kitty: Amazing.

She's -- gorgeous.

Rachel: I’m sorry

Kitty: Now spill.

what?

[...]

Rachel

Rachel: I’m just really sorry.

I need a minute, okay?

Kitty:... Was it something I said?

Rachel: No Kitty.

Kitty: Rachel.

Rachel: It’s something I did.

Kitty: I'm not that mad about being stood up

I was just really horny.

Rachel: I know you were

Kitty: I ... Don't want to lose you

Rachel: I’m afraid of that too

Kitty:.... Okay?

Well ---

uh---

IDK what you want from me

Rachel: I don’t want anything from you Kitty.

I don’t mean it like that

I just mean-

I like you and want to be your friend and I think I’ve ruined that chance. That’s all.

Kitty: Uh

How? By …. Making me cum and distracting me from my ex husband? Oh noooooo, oh darn?

I’m legitimately confused and it’s starting to irritate me

Rachel: You were right about the plates being familiar.

Kitty:

[...]

You fucked my husband

Rachel: I didn’t know he was your ex husband Kitty

Kitty: Maybe you could ask people before you seduce them?

I don't know?

Like ---

....

Whatever

Whatever

.... it's fine, it's whatever

.... I don't expect you to understand the nuances of my romantic situation, but I do feel fucking betrayed

Rachel: I’m sorry

I should have asked, you’re right. But it didn’t seem right to push.

Kitty: Whatever. I'm keeping your scrunchie.

fuck you.

you stood me up to sleep with him

... which --

...

nevermind

I really really cannot deal with you right now.

Rachel: Okay.

[maevelin]

I have no objections with people liking Nesta but I don't understand why people would ever want Cassian to get with a woman like Nesta. He deserves someone better than anyone that is set on demeaning him. He is lighthearted and a good person. He deserves better.

Sigh…you got me in quite a mood dear anon so deep breath and rant ahead.

You have been warned.

So...I never understood the concept of love being a reward for someone’s ‘good’ form, character or behavior. And I am not even going to get into the whole glamorization of love as an emotion and the concept that is something solely good and pure and only ‘good’ people and certain ‘characters’ and ‘snowflakes’ experience it or should experience it.

I will stand on something different though.

People are not objects and trophies and prizes that one should get for being good and for deserving ‘better’ (and BTW, I will get to that too in a while).

Relationships are not about deserving and about perfection and about what works on paper. Relationships can come in many forms and bonds and it is about people that find something in someone else and then they work through their shit (and in this case both Nesta and Cassian have a lot shit to work through) because they care enough to make their relationship work. Because you get to fall in love for many reasons and you get to love the flaws and the imperfections. You get to like a person because you are attracted to them for whatever reason logical or illogical. Because they intrigue you. Because of lust or intense emotion. Because they take you by surprise. Because romance usually is about personal conflict and growth and collision. Because in fiction this brings drama and it is interesting for many people especially when it includes complicated characters with many layers and depth that help each other’s characterization progress and development in many ways.

But hey. I get not liking a character or a ship. It is your prerogative. You might not like the chemistry of two characters. You might not get it. You might be allergic to it. You might not care for it. You might not understand it. You might hate it. You might not be able to tolerate the story or a character or a concept. It is your right. I am not here to dictate to you what to like and what not to like. Something is not your cup or tea and your personal taste is different from that of another person. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

But here you are in my ask box. I get not liking a ship but why would you come to the blog of someone that likes it with such comments? What do you gain? Stick to your lane and ship and let others ship.

Also…seriously…I am in awe.

You are here to tell me that the half a millennia winged Illyrian Fae warrior who is basically a LORD OF FREAKING WAR that is leaving mountains of corpses in the battlefields and has been shedding blood for centuries is not deserving of a 20-22 year old woman with limited experience that she is just start beginning to understand what life is after leading a very restricted and limited one. This is what you are telling me right? That the man that brings horror and is capable and able to bring nations to their knees and is known by the freaking Bone Carver as the Lord of Bloodshed is not deserving of a …young girl while he is the winning prize in the lottery for Nesta. Am I getting this right?

The superficial way people view certain characters astonishes me.

Cassian is not a ray of sunshine and not an innocent lighthearted and most of all balanced person. Cassian is one of my most favorite characters in the acotar series (Top Five easily). But he, as many characters of the book, is a grey character that can often be amoral. You don’t get to become THE General of the Night Court and the commander of the Illyrian forces and part of the Inner Circle by being solely moral and good and …nice.

Cassian is dangerous. Like Alpha Male dangerous. He is an experienced man. An experienced OLD man. The fact that he looks hot and young and is energetic with a six pack does not change his age or his position in life or who he is. And if you put that in contrast with a young girl with Nesta’s history that has not even traveled the world yet -while this was her dream- then who ‘deserves’ who can become a very long argument.

Cassian is indeed a good man but he is carrying a load of crap and baggage on his shoulders. He is over half a millennia old. He is a FREAKING GENERAL from crying out loud. The fact that he cracks jokes and is supportive of his family and friends does not take away all the blood he had shed or the scars that has left on him (and he will bring those scars to whatever relationship he enters). It does not take away that the bone carver called him the Lord of Bloodshed. Cassian is a killer. A professional one at that. No matter how noble he is (and he is) that does not change that it takes a certain kind of bloodthirsty savageness and mindset to rise to where he is now. Cassian views fighting and cutting through people as if it is an art. He walks hand in hand with death. He commands the Illyrian forces of the Night Court.

For centuries he is mixed to a dysfunctional emotional triangle with both of his best friends in a way that hurts one of his two brothers -because this is what Azriel is for him- and he is in a complicated mess with Morrigan. He has codependency issues with Morrigan, Rhysand and Azriel. He has shown to have suicidal tendencies (add homicidal to that too). He is not all sunshine and charm and jokes. He goes to the battlefield to kill and to count the dead and inform their families. It takes a certain kind of heart and soul and violence to wage war. To kill people. To do that for half a millennia. He is feared and terrifies his enemies. He has self esteem issues and even depression signs (as surprise surprise so does Nesta). He is haunted by ghosts of the past. He is afraid of commitment. He is menacing. He has sent monsters into the prison of the Night Court. He is ready to cut through his enemies like butter or condemn them to an eternity of imprisonment.

He has lived lifetimes. He has experience both on the light side of life and the dark side of life.

Say what you like about Nesta and her behavior but in the end she is just a..girl. She is not experienced with life or men for that matter. She has been sexually assaulted and sheltered. She wanted to travel but did not got a chance. She is very young and thrown in a life and nature she had not wanted. How old is she really? 20-22? And for you a 22 year old -tops- girl with limited life experience does not deserve a 500+ years old man because that man is somehow an optimist and an extrovert and so good? You are seriously going with that right now?

Because Cassian needs to be coddled and a bitch like Nesta is not a good fit for …him? Because a man needs …deserves…as sweet woman as a reward right? Because a woman has to apologize for everything in her character and become less so to fit the needs of a man because of what he deserves and if not then...she does not deserve him. (My mind’s wires are short cutting right now I kid you not).

If anything it would be more healthy for Nesta to not get involved with a man like Cassian until she has some decades at least on her back and a lot more experience.

Many people say that Nesta is mean with Cassian. And she has bitter outbursts with him that is for sure true up to an extent but no one ever pointed out how Cassian when he first met Nesta had already formed an opinion over her as if he had the right to do so only because his new friend (which he barely really knew) told him (mostly alluded) some things that did not involve him in any way. From the very start Cassian had judged Nesta and played judge and jury with her and had condemned her without even exchanging a word with her. Not even Rhysand that was Feyre’s mate did that.

Nesta was right to tell him that “You know nothing about who I am, and what I’ve done and what I want.“

Why wouldn’t Nesta be hostile with him? The guy has boundaries issues. And was quick to judge her. He is a centuries years old persistent (borderline obsessed) Fae male that …can’t stay away. Romance aside let us not start glamorizing certain people and acting as if Cassian is perfect. He is not. He has flaws. There are no saints and sinners in this equation. Nesta has not treated Cassian right all the time but Cassian has not always treated Nesta right either. And if we take their character traits into account this was bound to happen.

Yes Nesta is an asshole. But guess what? Cassian is an asshole too. He taunts, he mocks, he insults, he provokes, he uses his sexual experience as a weapon of choice, he intimidates, his uses his body as a way to make others step back, he throws tantrums, he hides behind jokes, he is reckless, he is hard. In the first sign of true intimacy he backs down and alienates people. He has been all those things with Nesta. He originally was surprised and even took offense because Nesta ignored his good looks for crying out loud. Cassian even in Wings and Embers tried to intimidate her while he barely knew her. A human 22 year old girl that could crash with his little finger while he could tell that she had no experience in physical combat or men. He used his nature, his body, his words to make Nesta less of who she was. To make her feel uncomfortable. His game was less than honorable back then. And when that did not work his infatuation started to run deeper and they both entered a game of push and pull and love-anger/hate and bickering and…understanding.

That does not make him a bad person. He is a good man. A messed up mortally grey good man with honor. In the same way Nesta is also a good woman.  A messed up angry woman with a moral code that for getting to see you need to watch past the surface. A woman that got inspired by Feyre’s and Cassian’s honor and made Cassian proud. A proud woman that has made mistakes but is learning from them and tries to better herself with actions. Something that Cassian sees and respects and maybe even has also done in his long life because everyone starts from somewhere and faces difficulties and trauma in different ways and learns and grows and moves on.

Nesta grew up with the same superstitions Feyre grew up when it came to Fae people. Do you remember how Feyre herself acted with the Fae at the very beginning before she grew to know them? And yet Nesta allowed Fae men to get into her home. Nesta’s interest when it came to Cassian himself surpassed her prejudices before she was even thrown to the Cauldron and turned to High Fae herself.

Nesta was traumatized after been thrown in the Cauldron. And so was Cassian when he had his wings shredded… but he could not stay away from Nesta despite the boundaries she was trying to put between them. It was his choice to go over to her over and over again despite being rejected. No one from the fandom ever speaks of the trauma Nesta had been subjected too and how Cassian’s needs should not surpass her needs over this. But sure.. Nesta is mean so Cassian’s needs must go first. But just maybe this is not about romance or about what a man deserves. This is not about Cassian getting to feel better. And yet somehow this is what it all ends up too.

Introvert vs Extrovert. Young age vs Old age. Man vs Woman. A man that has lived his life to the fullest vs a woman that has not yet lived. Who deserves who.

Does Cassian deserve Nesta? Does Nesta deserve Cassian?

In my opinion who deserves who is a bullshit argument to make for this sort of subject. I can give you a dissertation of why Cassian does not deserve Nesta too. Or why he does deserve her. And vice versa for the other way around.

Truth is that in my opinion they complete each other. It is not just opposites attract. Cassian found an equal in Nesta despite their differences (that are many). Mentally and intellectually they are equal and similar even.

Blade and fire made flesh. Death made flesh. They fit each other.

Cassian is a killing machine and Nesta now holds death in her fingertips. While Cassian always walked in death. But more so aside those parallels that mirror each other they also click as characters.

Cassian shares the same values with Nesta. The same need to protect others. Nesta kept saying how she wanted to help families and children. Cassian has the same view point with her. It is in his very core the need to protect others and this was in the end what Nesta was ready to sacrifice herself for.

Nesta that is so cold on the outside because she feels everything more intense than any other in the inside. Cassian that is so easy going on the outside because he is broken in the inside. Nesta that uses cruel words as a shield. Cassian that uses jokes as an armor. Nesta that hides her emotions and vulnerabilities. Cassian that does the same in different ways. Nesta that is afraid to let others in. Cassian that observes everything both in the battlefield and outside of it. Nesta that scares people. Cassian that is not and could never be afraid of her. Cassian that intimidates people. Nesta that refuses to be intimidated by him. Nesta that throws insults. Cassian that throws tantrums. Cassian that turns his pain to playfulness and his weakness to anger and battle. Nesta that does not allow anyone to see her as weak and turns her rage to ice and her pain to faux indifference and hostility. Cassian that gets his power from his warrior nature and training. Nesta that wants to be empowered and get agency in different ways. Cassian that leans to order and anarchy. Nesta that leans to order and freedom. Nesta that is now the emissary of the Night court. The bridge of the human world with the Fae world trying to balance an understanding between two worlds. Cassian that is always trying to create an understanding between the Illyrians and the rest of High Fae and the man that becomes a bridge when he has a death count in paper and has to inform all the families of the lost. Nesta that her power is now connected with death. Cassian that has been walking in death. Nesta that is too serious. Cassian that is too aloof. Nesta that is too proud and disdainful and willful. Cassian that is arrogant and cocky and prideful. Nesta that is all about manners and propriety. Cassian that is insolent and all about wrecking buildings. Cassian that is serious when needs to be and Nesta that needs to relax and laugh more. Nesta that prefers a book and solitude and Cassian that in silent moments shows a more grounded version of himself. Cassian that people overlook his intelligence. Nesta that people overlook her humanity. Cassian born in a world that does not value bastards. Nesta born in a world that does not value women. Nesta that does not let others in. Cassian that is not making any serious commitments and relationships. Nesta that is so afraid of what she feels for Cassian that prefers to keep him in arm’s lengths using insults and distance and Cassian that is so terrified of what he feels for Nesta that gets completely out of sync when she shows him tenderness and interest. Cassian, the Prince of Bastards, that wanted to find his place in the world and be a man with value despite his heritage and Nesta, the terrible Queen, that after loss and building emotional walls wanted to go out to the world and see what a woman could so and leave her mark in the world. Nesta and Cassian that both dream of a better more equal world for bastards, children and women. The same coin from different sides.

And really this is not about a competition. You do not fall in love with someone that is perfect for you in theory. You get to fall in love with ...people. With imperfect people. You get to love them exactly due to those imperfections that make then unique. I cannot stress enough that this is not a matter of what someone ‘deserves’. It is about what someone feels. It is about what makes a heart tick. It could be the most weird combination. It could be insane. And volatile. And easy going or difficult until it aches. In the end it is all about understanding and Nesta and Cassian can understand each in a deep level that is mostly instinctual at this point. It is lust and attraction and sexual tension (like …seriously!) and struggle (because nothing that is worth it comes easy in life) and it is understanding and feeling and silent communication and attraction in all levels.

And guess what… Cassian deserves this. He deserves a person that won’t use him as a sexual object so to get out of predicament and then use him as a shield against his best friend and create conflict in him and in the relationships that define him. Cassian deserves a person that won’t be afraid to stand up against him and with him. That won’t be charmed by his superficial sexiness and distractions. That will be an equal to him. That will shout to him miles away to get him out of danger and he will hear that voice calling him to safety. Cassian deserves a touch. Deserves to fall in love. To have a person that can see when he is hurt. Cassian deserves to get a chance with the woman he is choosing to fight with him and die with him and the woman that he is ready to search to the other life just so to have a chance with her and not regret not spending time with her. The woman that when he in bleeding and unconscious he will try to defend till his last breath. The woman that has a name that he keeps hearing in the wind. Cassian deserves a person that can see beyond his facade. Nesta that understands how dangerous and how noble Cassian is because he sees what others don’t. Because he sees beyond the surface. Because he sees who truly Nesta is. And who Nesta is is someone that Cassian not only wants but would be damn lucky to have. A woman that will stand up next to him and won’t allow anyone to offend him and she won’t judge him for his past. A woman that will surprise him. A woman that will shield him with her body against death itself. A woman that will try to carry him away from danger. And if she can’t help him she will stay with him till the end. She won’t run. She won’t lie. She won’t be dishonest. She won’t see him as a charity case. She will stay for the good and the bad and for hell itself. Cassian has been a bastard that had found family to the inner circle of the Night Court and friends and family but something has always been missing. A sense of true belonging. To have someone stay with him as the world burns and protect him as he protects others. To have someone truly understand him and use honest actions instead of words. Yes Nesta and Cassian are in a clash of wills but also in a clash of hearts.

But sure thing. Cassian surely does not deserve this and I do not get why people like Nesta and Cassian as a ship either.

[sage-nebula]

I feel it may be painful, but I'm sending you a brotp: Alan and Sycamore with "You don't have to stay".

The days immediately following the Flare crisis blended together in afrenzied smoothie of reconstruction and damage reports. Reconstruction wasstill ongoing at various sites; much of Lumiose City had been devastated by therampaging roots and Zygarde battle, and League officials were still cleaning upthe debris and shrapnel that covered the site of the battle against Lysandre’srampaging Megalith. For his part, Augustine had helped where he could. He hadprovided as much information as he was able between what Steven Stone had toldhim and what he himself had witnessed, but when it came to the actualreconstruction there wasn’t very much he could do. His inexperience when itcame to construction aside, there were other areas he felt it far moreimportant to give his attention to.

But with everything going on, the days and events in them had passed ina snap---and it was for this reason that he felt surprised (albeit pleasantlyso) when he saw Diantha standing in the lab’s foyer after Sophie told him hehad a visitor waiting for him there. She was dressed in a sharp pantsuit, no doubtbecause (as Champion) she had been working constantly for the past few days,but although Augustine could see weariness in her eyes when she looked to him,she still offered a pleasant smile in return for his warm grin.

“Diantha! Wonderful to see you,” he said, and in a play at the“sophisticated” courtesies they had always exchanged for fun, he placed a kissagainst her knuckles when she held out her hand for him to shake. Despite thefatigue that plagued her, she chuckled. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I can’timagine you have a lot of time to spare.”

“No, I don’t,” she said, and her smile faded in a small sigh. Augustinefelt his heart drop a fraction in response. “And I am here on business,actually. Is there somewhere we could talk?”

“Of course,” Augustine said, and he gestured down the hall toward thekitchen and dining area as he stepped aside to allow her to pass him. Dianthatook the gesture graciously, and once he stepped into pace just behind her he asked, “Would you care for something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“No, thank you. As much as I would love to indulge, I really don’t havevery much time to spare.”

At that time in the afternoon, the kitchen, dining area, and livingroom were all thankfully empty. Cosette was outside, administering vitamins andmedicine to the lab’s pokémon as needed, and Sophie and Alan were both in theresearch room, translating some ancient tablets pertaining to mega evolutionthat had been discovered days before the crisis. Manon, too, was out; she hadbegun the day by going over the mega evolution tablets with Sophie and Alan,but her attention had waned quickly, and when Serena and the others had droppedby to extend an invitation to go hang out with them, she had accepted. (Theinvitation had been extended to Alan as well, but he had declined despiteurging Manon to go and enjoy herself.) As a result, Augustine and Diantha hadthe room to themselves for the time being, and after he pulled out a chair atthe table for Diantha to take a seat, Augustine grabbed a chair for himselfacross from her.

“So,” Augustine said as he took a seat, “what can I help you with?”

Diantha offered another small smile, but it was tight and didn’t reachher eyes, and after a second her gaze dropped down to her hands.

“I suppose it won’t do any good to beat around the bush, so I’ll getright to it,” she said. “I’m here to talk about Alan.”

Augustine’s heart stalled for a moment before it resumed beating at afaster kip than before. “What about Alan?”

Diantha looked back up at him, her eyes touched with pity even as sheforced another small smile. “I think you know.”

There hadn’t been very much time in the days following the Flare crisisfor Augustine and Alan to talk about everything that had happened, but untilthat moment Augustine had felt that it was for the best. Immediately followingthe crisis Alan had gone (unwillingly) to the hospital to have his injuriestreated, while Lizardon did the same at the Pokémon Center. Once they were bothpatched up they had returned to the lab, and while Alan had tried toimmediately resume work, Augustine had (thus far) managed to keep him away fromextensive manual labor. That wasn’t to say that Alan was fine, though;however much he insisted he was, Augustine didn’t miss the way he pushed foodaround on his plate instead of actually eating it, or the way he no longeroffered his opinion or asked questions about things unless directly asked. Hedidn’t miss, either, the way Alan had almost called him “sir” once after agreeing to a task---didn’t miss the way Alan had caughthimself on the first syllable at the same moment that Augustine’s own heartfroze, right before quickly ducking out of the room. Alan insisted he was fine,but Augustine knew that to be a lie. He had just thought---had hoped---thatthey would have time to talk about it as things calmed down, and that Alan would be able to ease back into life at the lab once he was given time to rest and recuperate.

But now, with Diantha visiting him on “official business” to talk aboutAlan, Augustine had a dreadful feeling in his shoulders that told him theirtime was up.

“I think I do, too,” he told her, “but I’m going to hope against hopeand ask you to elaborate anyway.”

Diantha sighed again, light and not at all happy. “Very well. Thepolice have been conducting investigations into the remainder of Team Flare.They’ve rounded up a number of Flare agents right here in Lumiose, but asidefrom Malva---who turned herself in after the battle with the Megalith---they’vebeen unable to identify any other high-ranking Flare officers. Everyone they’vefound so far has been ranked no higher than a grunt within the organization,and according to all testimony none of them ever spoke more than a handful ofwords to Lysandre, much less had insight into any of Flare’s grander schemes orplans.”

“And the police believe Alan did?” Augustine asked, and despite hisyears-long friendship with Diantha, he was unable to keep the hard edge fromhis voice.

Fortunately, Diantha didn’t seem to take offense. “They know he was oneof Lysandre’s top operatives. Malva confirmed in her testimony that Alan hadworked for Lysandre, and files that she turned over on a flash drive confirmedthat Lysandre had far more interest in and contact with Alan than he did any ofthe other Flare operatives they’ve arrested so far, aside from Malva herself.Whether or not Alan knew of any of the details of Lysandre’s plans is unclearto them at the moment, but . . .” Diantha smiled wryly. “That’s precisely whythey want his testimony.”

“He didn’t,” Augustine said, and though he kept his voice even, he hadto struggle to do so. “He didn’t know anything. Lysandre used him the entiretime. He---”

Diantha held up one hand, and Augustine closed his mouth.

“I know,” she said. “I believe in his innocence. I was there at theLeague that day, remember? I saw his face when the roots began destroying thestadium. He had no idea any of that was coming. Someone who was involved inthat incident---someone who helped cause it to happen---wouldn’t have looked asshocked and upset as he did.”

“Then---”

“But the police still want testimony. More specifically, they stillwant to question him about his involvement with Lysandre, Flare, and all of theevents that unfolded. And as much as I believe in Alan’s innocence, my wordwill only go so far. If I prevent them from questioning him, all that’s goingto do is make him look more suspicious. Not to mention, particularlyconsidering Malva’s involvement, my refusal to let Alan be questioned wouldthrow me under suspicion as well. Malvais---or was, I suppose, depending onhow her trial goes---one of my Elite, after all. For one of my own Elite to beinvolved, and then for me to prevent them from questioning one of Lysandre’sknown operatives?” Diantha shook her head. “‘Suspicious’ would be the gentlestword to describe how that would look.”

“I understand, and I wouldn’t ask you to put yourself in jeopardy, but. . .” Augustine scrubbed his hands down his face, his elbows on the table,before he said quietly, “I just don’t believe that a police interrogation is inAlan’s best interests right now. He’s doing the best he can, but . . .”

“I know,” Diantha said, and for her part she did look genuinelysympathetic. “But unfortunately, there isn’t a way to avoid it at this point.The police aren’t getting any answers from the grunts, the citizens are stillon edge after everything that happened, and at this point if the police chiefisn’t out for blood, the head detective certainly is. They’re desperate forprogress.”

“And they’re willing to throw anyone they can under the bus to get it?”

“No---well, yes. Perhaps.” This time Diantha’s smile was a little fiercerthan before, and Augustine felt his heart lift, tasting at the hope on the air.“But I’m not about to let them.”

“But if you interfere, won’t that cause suspicion?”

“If I refuse to allow them to interrogate him, yes. But that doesn’tmean I’m powerless.” Diantha’s smile grew as she explained, “To begin with, theoriginal plan was for the head detective to bring a few officers here with himthis afternoon to formally take Alan into custody. I found out about thislittle plan of theirs moments before they carried it out, and judging from thelook on your face, I think I made the right decision in stopping them.”

Despite himself---and the situation, really---Augustine huffed a laugh.“Yes. Well, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Diantha said. “Second, I moved the interrogation timeto tomorrow morning, down at the station. They won’t send officers to retrieve him,but Alan will be expected to be there at nine a.m. sharp. If he isn’t, they will send someone to arrest him, and Iwon’t be able to prevent it then. So do make sure he’s there, won’t you?”

As much as he wanted to say ‘no,’ Augustine knew---even without thesomewhat pleading note in Diantha’s voice and eyes---that he couldn’t. “I cando that.”

“Thank you,” Diantha said. “Finally, although the only interrogation Iwas required to sit on was Malva’s, I am technically allowed to participate inany interrogation that I choose---and I’ve chosen to sit in on this one. Truthbe told, neither the police chief nor the head detective were very pleasedabout it, but . . .” Diantha shrugged. “I am the Champion. My word overrulesthem, at least when it comes to my own duties. There isn’t very much they cando about it.” She paused, and then said gently, “I’ll make sure they treat himfairly, Augustine. You have my word on that. As much as they may be out forblood, they won’t get it, least of all from him.”

Augustine reached across the table to take her hands in his, and gavethem a gentle, grateful squeeze. “Thank you.”

She smiled, warm but fleeting, and said, “Any time. But now, with that unpleasantnews delivered, I really must be going. A Champion’s work rarely ends, least ofall in the midst of crisis reconstruction.” Diantha released Augustine’s hands,and together they rose from the table, Diantha readjusting the strap of her bagon her shoulder.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Augustine asked, and he placed hishand briefly on her shoulder as he walked her to the door. “Particularly withthe help you’re giving Alan, if there’s anything I can do---”

“No, no. This isn’t anything I’m not capable of handling. And don’tthink of what I’m doing as ‘help,’ necessarily. It’s a Champion’s duty to makesure their people aren’t mistreated, after all. Ensuring that the police aren’table to scapegoat one of my citizens isn’t a special favor; it’s my job. And ifthat citizen just so happens to be the child of a dear friend of mine . . .”Diantha shrugged, but there was a note of cheek in her tone that betrayed herblasé gesture. “Well, all the better.”

Augustine smiled. “Well, I appreciate it nonetheless. Take care,Diantha. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Diantha nodded and said, “See you tomorrow,” before she stepped throughthe door.

As much as the knowledge that Diantha would be present for theinterrogation had filled him with a spot of hope, the moment the door shutbehind her it brought every fear and drop of dead crashing back down into hisgut. It was great that Diantha would be there---wonderful, really, especiallyconsidering her words on how the police were desperate for any high-rankingFlare official they could find to try and appease the public. Despite the factthat Alan wasn’t a high-ranking anything withinFlare, Augustine had no doubt they would spin the story to say as much if givenhalf the chance. The fact that Diantha wasn’t going to let it get that far wasa great relief.

But that didn’t mean that the interrogation was going to be easy. Eventhough Diantha was going to be there to make sure they didn’t frame Alan as amonster within the first five minutes, there was still the matter of Alan’s ownemotional and mental state. Augustine still remembered vividly how Alan hadlooked during the League, both during his matches and when they had finallybeen able to speak the night before his match with Ash. Alan had looked tiredand depressed then, yet compared to how he looked nowadays when he wasn’t purposefully trying to appear “fine,” he had practically looked healthy. It was no wonder, really; after everything that had happened, Augustine would have been more shocked if Alan’s emotional and mental well-being hadn’t taken more severe hits following the crisis. But whether or not Alan’s emotional state was surprising wasn’t the issue. The issue was that he was struggling at all. And given that he was, the fact that he was going to be interrogated by a detective that was determined to find someone to scapegoat for the crisis was . . .

Diantha would be there. She would stop them from scapegoating Alan.Augustine felt confident about that, but all the same . . .

He took a deep breath in a futile effort to dispel the anxiety in hisgut, and then turned toward the research room.

Whatever would unfold during the interrogation would unfold during theinterrogation. For now, he had to tell Alan what was going on.

- - -

Alan took the news remarkably well, though in retrospect, Augustinesupposed that fact shouldn’t have surprised him.

Augustine had pulled him briefly out of the research room to tell himin private, and when he had, Alan had looked surprised for only a fraction of asecond before his expression locked down again. It wasn’t that he was stoic,Augustine thought, so much as it was that he was resigned. He had said, “Oh. Okay,” before asking whether or not heshould head down to the police station right then, and when Augustine had saidthat the interrogation was set for nine the next morning, he had simply said, “Okay”again.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Augustine had told him. “Dianthawill be there, and you haven’t done anything wrong. She’ll make sure that---”

“I’ve done a lot of wrong things,” Alan had said, and then---realizingthat he had interrupted---had quickly added, “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, but no, you haven’t,” Augustine had said.“What happened wasn’t your fault, Alan, and they’ll see that. They have to.”

Alan hadn’t responded, save for a noncommittal hum, but after a momenthe had said, “Can I . . .” He had cleared his throat, and then asked, “Should Ibring Lizardon?”

“It can’t hurt, though you’ll probably need to tell them you have himwith you when you arrive. Unfortunately, when it comes to legal matters pokémonare sometimes still seen as weapons,” Augustine had said, and Alan had gloweredat the floor.

“Lizardon is not a weapon,” he had muttered.

“I know,” Augustine had said, and he had placed his hand on Alan’s shoulder,squeezing it bracingly.

They had returned to the research room, then, to continue thetranslation and analysis work they had still had to do, and they didn’t speakof the upcoming interrogation again for the rest of the night. The evening hadpassed remarkably quickly; Alan had gone out for a night flight on Lizardonafter supper, and he took a shower and went to bed shortly after he came home.Augustine went to bed not long after that, though he was unable to fall asleepfor a long while, and he wondered if Alan was lying awake, too.

The next morning came too soon for Augustine’s liking, yet although hedidn’t feel very much like eating himself, he still sat both himself and Alandown for a breakfast of coffee and croissants before they left for the policestation. When Augustine said that it was time to go, Manon had asked if shecould come. Augustine was fairly certain she didn’t know where they wereheaded; he hadn’t told her, and as far as he was aware Alan hadn’t, either. Yetbefore he could say anything, Alan said that he had something important that heneeded to do, and that Augustine was just giving him a ride, but that he wouldbe back later.

“Well, okay, but can I come?” Manon had pressed.

“No,” Alan had said bluntly.

Manon had puffed out her cheeks, Hari-san imitating her expression fromher shoulder. “Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t have anything to do with you,” Alan had said, buthe had seemed to regret it the second the words were out of his mouth. Manon’sexpression had fallen, Hari-san’s spines drooping, and Alan had barelyconcealed a wince before he looked away. “And it’s boring and dangerous and youwouldn’t like it, anyway. And Bonnie said she and Clemont wanted your helpredecorating the Gym today.”

“Really?” Manon had said, and she had sounded doubtful, but Alan hadsmiled a little as he had looked back at her.

“Really, so you should go help them. I know you’ll do a great job.”

That had seemed to mollify her, at least a little, and theyhad left after that (though as they walked out to the car, Augustine had madesure to send a text message to Meyer to let Bonnie and Clemont know that Manonwas coming by to help, just so that Bonnie’s and Clemont’s confusion wouldn’tlead to Manon’s feelings being hurt again by mistake). Alan was silent on thetrip down to the station, staring out of the passenger side window, but whenthey arrived Augustine saw him swallow hard, his fist clenched tightly in hislap.

At the very least, Augustine could say that Alan wasn’t alone infeeling nervous.

They arrived at nine a.m. sharp, just as Augustine had promised, butDiantha wasn’t present in the bullpen when they walked in. There were variousofficers milling about, some leaning over desks and others carrying filesacross the floor, but the moment Augustine and Alan walked in the police chief(noticeable from the badge he had pinned to his chest) and a detective strodetoward them, their expressions stony. Augustine put his hand on Alan’s back forsupport.

“Professor Sycamore,” the police chief said as he neared, and he noddedonce. Augustine returned the courtesy. “Is this the boy?”

“This is Alan, yes,” Augustine said.

The detective’s eyes were trained on Alan, and he held out his hand,palm up. “Your License, please,” he said. His tone was too cold for the ‘please’to be much of a pleasantry. Alan silently pulled his wallet from his pocket andslipped his License out of it, handing it over without a word. The detectivestudied it for a moment, and then---seemingly satisfied---handed it back. “Areyou armed?”

“No,” Alan said, and even with the situation being what it was,Augustine could hear the defiance in his voice. The police chief and detective seemed to hear it as well, given the look they exchanged, and beforeeither of them could do anything, Augustine said:

“He does have his charizard with him, but he isn’t dangerous. He keepshis charizard’s pokéball in his right pocket.”

The detective gave Alan a hard look. “Lying on the first question doesn’tget you off to a good start, kid.”

“I didn’t lie,” Alan said flatly. “I’m not armed, because Lizardon isn’ta weapon.”

“Being a smart-ass doesn’t help your case, either,” the detective said,and his eyes narrowed as he stared Alan down.

Alan opened his mouth to reply---likely to say something along thelines of how he wasn’t being a smart-ass, he was just being honest, ifAugustine knew him (and he did)---but before he could, Augustine cut acrosshim. “Well, there isn’t much of a case to begin with, is there? This is just aquick questioning session, after all.”

The detective looked over to Augustine at last, but his glance wasfleeting before he looked back to Alan. “Quick. Sure. Yeah,” he said. He leanedforward and patted Alan’s pockets down, and once he was sure that Alan hadnothing beyond Lizardon’s pokéball on him, said, “You said your pokémon’s acharizard, right?”

“Yes,” Alan said.

“Take a couple of the lycanroc with you,” the police chief said, andthough Augustine was sure that it was meant to be an undertone to the headdetective, he caught it and frowned all the same. Judging from the way Alan’seyes narrowed, Augustine was sure that hehad heard it, as well. “Just in case.”

“Will do,” the detective said, and then grabbed Alan by his upper arm. “Allright, kid, come with me. Time to get this show on the road.”

Alan jerked, as if to pull out of the detective’s grip, yet thoughtbetter of it in the next second and relaxed (a fraction, at least---enough towalk along with the detective). That, Augustine thought, was probably for thebest, even if he had to fight against his owninstincts to tell the detective to get his hands off Alan. But with his owninstincts tampered down, what Augustine said instead was, “I’ll be right outhere, Alan. Good luck.”

Alan stopped, bringing the detective to a halt with him, and thenlooked back. He was frowning as he said, “This could take a while. You don’t have tostay.”

Augustine smiled, and clasped his hands behind his back. “It doesn’tmatter to me how long it takes. I have some work out in the car that can keepme occupied. I want to stay.”

Alan stared at Augustine, his eyes wide and his mouth open a little, asif Augustine had just spoken to him in a different language. But before he hada chance to question it, or even recover from the apparent shock Augustine’sstatement had caused him, the detective gave him a rough little jerk toward theinterrogation room, and he was forced to turn back and keep walking. Onceagain, Augustine swallowed down an urge to tell the detective to at least be gentle, and he prayed that theinterrogation would be over more quickly than the detective seemed to think itwould be.

“Dian---Champion Diantha is sitting in on the interrogation, isn’t she?”he asked the police chief. “That is what I was told, anyway.”

“Yes. She’s already in the interrogation chamber,” the police chiefsaid, and Augustine breathed a sigh of relief. The police chief gave him ashrewd look. “It really is likely to take hours---maybe even a day. We’ll giveyou a call when we’re done; you don’t have to stick around.”

“I meant what I said. I’m staying,” Augustine said, and he gave afierce smile of his own in response to the grimace on the police chief’sface. “Is there somewhere I can wait?”

The police chief nodded to a row of chairs by the door before he turnedback toward his office. “Knock yourself out.”

“Thank you,” Augustine said, though the police chief didn’t show anysign of having heard him.

Though Augustine hadn’t lied when he said he had brought some things towork on, he didn’t immediately leave to go get them. Instead, he walked overand took a seat in the waiting area, drummed his fingers on his knees for amoment, and then pulled his pokégear from his pocket so that he could callMeyer.

It was only 9:10 in the morning, but Augustine could already tell itwas going to be a long night.