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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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JE NE SAIS QUOI

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.33k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒itty bitty angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to ?? to lovers, volleyball team captain!jacob (ohhhh ive been waiting for this one..), lots of 97 liner cameos, jacob is an honorary tbz frat member but isn’t actually a member lol, reader is down bad for him, mentions of alcohol, volleyball terms that i learned from haikyuu 😭, an annoying ex girlfriend, AURKAY here we go: bathroom sex, wall sex, bathroom sink counter sex, and mirror sex all in one, doggy style and also missionary? i guess?, NO FOREPLAY BUT FUCK IT WE FALL LIKE SOLDIERS FOR REAL, marking-ish, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and everyone’s favorite! creampie!, a cutesy ending

SUMMARY jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. so stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. however, after meeting you at one of the tbz parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

MORE HELLAURRRR ok i know this is 45 mins overdue but i barely finished this last night and i worked at 5 am this morning so 😭 ANYWAYYY this fic is actually my favorite so far… idk i just have this natural writing affinity when it comes to jacob which u can tell by the length…. if u enjoyed pls reblog! and don’t forget to check out the other fics in the series!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

TAGLIST @millksea

SERIES MASTERLIST

“And there’s another point for the IST U Bears. Wow these boys are on fire tonight.”

The announcer’s voice booms throughout the gymnasium, intertwining with the cheers of the crowd. They all sound like the buzzing of a bee in Jacob’s ears, but that’s a good thing. It pricks at his skin, lighting it on fire and getting his morale going.

The team just needed one more point and they would win this set, sending them on their way to the championship game. This would be the first time in IST history that their boys’ volleyball team would make it this far, and that was all thanks to Jacob becoming captain for his senior year.

Their coach calls for a quick time out, giving Jacob a moment of reprieve before his final serve of the game. He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, shaking the front of his jersey to air it out and cool him down a little. The team’s manager passes him a water bottle. He loves the adrenaline rush that courses through his veins when he’s on the court. It’s unlike any other feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bae. You’ve got this, right?” Jacob’s coach gives him a pointed look.

“Of course, Coach. There’s no way in hell that we’re losing this game tonight.” He gives him a firm nod, lips curled into a confident smile. There wasn’t a chance that Jacob Bae would go down without a fight. He was securing that championship seat whether anyone liked it or not.

The team heads back out and a referee hands Jacob the volleyball. He blows a raspberry, twirling the ball on his fingertips while waiting for the whistle. As soon as he hears it, he takes a couple steps back. A breeze cuts through his hair when he runs, executing his infamous jump serve with practiced ease. The ball flies past the players of the other team, hitting the court just in front of the line.

His teammates are yelling and throttling his body around before he even realizes that they’ve won. Some of them are riling up the crowd, others are on their knees crying tears of joy. He was anticipating this outcome, but for some reason he’s still shell shocked. Everything around him is static and white noise.

“Holy shit, Jacob. I can’t believe you did that,” Kim Mingyu, the team’s star middle blocker, slaps him on the back. He’s also drenched in sweat, patting his face with a towel.

“You and me both, to be completely honest.” Jacob laughs a bit, collecting his things so he can head to the locker room.

He’s slightly grateful that tonight’s game ended a little early, giving him enough time to get ready before the Tau Beta Zeta party. He wasn’t even that big of a party person. He only went to provide moral support for his friends who happened to all be in the fraternity. Most people would even go as far as assuming he was also in it considering how often he was spotted at that house, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He actually thought fraternities were dumb. In his eyes, they held no purpose.

A bunch of guys living together under the guise of brotherhood when in reality they spent most of their time partying was just stupid. You could do that without the fancy titles or the expected respect from fellow students. He loved his friends, truly, but he didn’t understand the hype.

Jacob showers quickly and changes into a hoodie and some baggy jeans. He ruffles his hair in front of a mirror, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. As he’s preparing to leave, someone calls out to him.

“Yo, Cobie! Are you going to the TBZ party?”

He spins around to find the source, learning it belongs to Jeong Jaehyun. The setter nods, pulling his hood over his head. “Like I always do. Why?”

“I heard through the grapevine that Haeun was going with some friends. I just thought I’d warn you,” he squeezes the shoulder that isn’t hoisting his backpack. “I figured you’d want to take things chill this next week with the championship game on Friday.”

Jacob hums in response and Jaehyun takes that as his cue to be on his way. Of course this would be his luck. Just as he thinks life is getting easier for him, something has to come and throw a curveball at him. This something happened to be his ex-girlfriend, who’d done nothing but terrorize Jacob while they were together. Imagine the most toxic, vile person in the world, then dress her in Jimmy Choo sandals and a designer handbag. That was Haeun.

The only logical reason for her to attend the TBZ party was because his friends were still trying to rack up their numbers. He wouldn’t put it past them if that meant acquiring any and every student on campus. After tonight they would find out who won the stupid competition between them and the KAT sorority, hopefully putting a pin in their godforsaken rivalry once and for all. The winner determined if he was even going to the big end of semester party or not.

Jacob sighs, heading out so he can help out his friends in any way he can. Now that he’s been cursed with the knowledge that he might run into his ex, he’s half tempted to just ditch the whole thing. (He won’t, but the idea is flirting with him.) They’ve been broken up for well over a year now, but somehow she always manages to worm her way back and make him miserable. Quite frankly, he’s tired of it.

When Jacob arrives at the Tau Beta Zeta house, his friends are all over the place. Sangyeon is typing away on his phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. The action from the calm and collected fraternity president makes him kind of nervous. He escapes into the kitchen where Sunwoo and Eric are putting away all of the alcohol. Kevin and Chanhee are complaining about God knows what to each other, and he can faintly hear Hyunjae and Haknyeon upstairs. His juniors start clapping and hollering as soon as they see him enter.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a celebrity on our hands guys.” Eric jokes, dapping up the older male.

“Congrats, Cobie,” Sunwoo joins in, fist bumping his senior and handing him a beer bottle. “Do you think you’re gonna win next week?”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob snorts, uncapping the bottle with the opener on the fridge. “I didn’t bring us all this way for nothing.”

Nothing super eventful happens after that, just the guys setting up for the party. They’re projecting that this is the one that secures their victory for the competition. Jacob really couldn’t care less, sitting himself on the couch and scrolling through his phone as he nurses his beer. They all maneuver around him, setting up speakers here, lights there. It’s all pointless in his eyes.

When the party has finally started and the house is packed with partygoers, Jacob hasn’t budged from his spot. The only reason he has a fresh beer is because Eric grabbed one for him in passing. This was what he subjected himself to for hours on end every Friday night. His ass cemented to one of the sofas in the living room and his phone being his main source of entertainment.

It’s as you’re exiting the kitchen with your friends that you notice him. You laugh into your drink at the boredom written all over his face. His extremely handsome face. His hair falls into his eyes and slightly obstructs his vision, but that just accelerates the beating of your heart. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes you want to learn his name and everything there is about him.

“Y/N, have you found a nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week?” Haeun asks you, running perfectly manicured fingernails through her hair. “That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to tag along, honestly. You were content with staying in tonight and studying for your A&PII exam. You only agreed to get Haeun off your back, because you were well aware of how annoying she could get when she didn’t get what she wanted. She gave the KAT sorority president a run for her money sometimes.

“Uh, no. I’ll just see where the night takes me,” you shrug, keeping a poker face so she doesn’t see who you’re already ogling.

Knowing her, she would make it difficult for you. She would torture you and tease you relentlessly because that was just who she was. Haeun wasn’t satisfied unless she felt good about herself. You didn’t know why you were still friends with her. Maybe it was because she was one of the first people who sought you out after your transfer to IST. Maybe it was because you were afraid of being blacklisted by practically every other student if you dropped her. Her power was insane.

“Boring,” she drags out the vowels, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna see if Cha Eunwoo is here yet.”

You watch as she disappears into the sardine-packed house, looking for the senior. Your other friend, Minjee, just sighs once the dictator is out of earshot— which isn’t even that far considering how loud the music is. She turns to you with a weak smile.

“Don’t let her ruin anything for you. Just go enjoy yourself before she does.”

You don’t need to be told a second time, chugging the contents of your red solo cup for some liquid courage. Your mission was simple; be ten times more fun than the party itself. That would surely catch Couch Boy’s attention. It wasn’t like the Tau Beta Zeta guys didn’t put all their effort into throwing the craziest parties at the school, but clearly this dude wasn’t for it.

Your feet carry you over to the living room, your teeth chewing on your lip nervously. You’d never hit on someone before, let alone at a party. The scariest part was the potential rejection in front of hundreds of your peers. But it was okay! You could do this. You think.

“Hi.”

The word leaves your mouth without your brain even registering it, eyes wide like you’d just done something wrong. He looks up from his phone, mirroring your expression. His tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip and then he’s scooting over to make room for you.

“Hi,” he says after a few seconds.

“I’m Y/n,” you extend your hand awkwardly, but he takes it, shaking it with a firm grip that has you crossing your legs. “I— uh— this is kinda weird, but um— I saw you from over there and thought you were cute.”

You swallow thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear. How did Haeun do this on the regular? He smiles at your fumbling and oh God, you think you might pass out from how attractive he is. You don’t have much alcohol in your system and you’re starting to regret how sober you are.

“I’m Jacob,” he rests an arm on the back of the couch. “Thanks for coming up to me. I would’ve missed your pretty face otherwise.”

Is he flirting with you? Holy shit, he’s flirting with you.

“Do you come to Tau Beta Zeta parties often?” You ask to continue the conversation. He nods.

“I practically live here,” Jacob laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “How about you, Y/N? What are you studying?”

Oh, so he was one of the members. You wouldn’t have guessed with how disinterested he seemed at his own party. It takes you a moment to realize he’s shifted the focus onto you, scanning your features for a response. You purse your lips.

“Not really. I’m more of a homebody. I’m only here to let loose before finals. I actually just transferred to IST U this semester for the exceptional Pre-Med department. I’m still sorta navigating my way around and meeting people.”

So that’s why he’s never seen you on campus. You’re completely new to the school and you’re in a completely different department than he is. Nonetheless, you’re really cute and Jacob hasn’t put himself out there since breaking up with Haeun. He’s been so concentrated on maintaining his grades and putting in the work for volleyball, he hasn’t even had the time to. But now that finals and the championship game are all next week, he supposes he can allot some just this once…

“How are you liking it here so far?” He asks you genuinely. It winds you a little. You’ve never had someone actually care about what you had to say or show interest in you. Even at your old school, no one batted an eye at you. You doubt anyone knew you transferred.

“The campus itself is beautiful. It’s a lot bigger than my previous one. And so far, everyone’s been nothing but kind to me. I wish I would’ve gone with my gut and came here straight out of high school.” You pick at a thread on your skirt.

“We all live and we all learn, that’s a part of life,” Jacob shrugs, nudging your leg with his foot. “Would you like to grab another drink with me?”

“Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You both stand from the couch.

Since sitting with him, the party has grown in size. Fellow students filled every available corner of the house, nearly standing body to body in order to fit everyone in the building. The amount of attendees should be a fire hazard, honestly. Jacob laces your fingers together so he doesn’t lose you in the mass of people blocking the path to the kitchen. There’s a game of Rage Cage going on where there’s usually a round of beer pong and it looks like this one guy is about to die with how many empty cups are in front of him.

“What are you drinking?” Jacob turns to you once you’ve reached the alcohol table. You shake your head.

“Surprise me.”

“You’re playing Russian Roulette here, Y/N,” his lips curl up into a devious smile that most people would run away from, especially when it’s on the face of a stranger. “You’re really trusting me with your life right now.”

Luckily, you’ve always been into that type of thing. Nice guys who looked like they could give you an unforgettable night. And in the short period you’ve known Jacob, he appeared to be just that. All you can do is nip at your lower lip, the fleet of a smile gracing his sight.

He passes you a cup and gestures for you to taste his concoction. It burns the course of your throat, but doesn’t remind you of straight battery acid. You give him a thumbs up of approval and he cheers, fist bumping the air. You giggle at his reaction. Perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone was the best decision you’ve made all night. He knocks his own cup against yours and takes a swig, wincing.

“I might’ve made mine just a bit stronger than usual,” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but laugh a little harder. “I put all of my expertise into yours.”

“It’s good to know you’re a gentleman and you’re not trying to get me drunk on purpose,” you tease, sipping at the beverage gingerly. “However, that does mean you’ll need to be flashier in your attempts to woo me. I have very high standards.”

Jacob’s smile widens, his teeth peeking from behind his lips. The expression makes you lightheaded. It should be a crime to look as good as he does, without even trying either. “I don’t know… All I’m hearing is that you want me to woo you…”

He’s caught you red-handed, but it isn’t like you were doing much to conceal that fact. You’d like to think you were being very obvious with your intentions on purpose. You glance up at him from the rim of your cup, your lower back leaning on the counter. “Maybe I do… Are you opposed to that, Jacob?”

He takes a step closer to you, and then another until he has you caged between him and the kitchen counter. Really, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about the clusters of people nearby. When Jacob Bae had a goal in mind, he made damn sure to work for it. His volleyball career could attest to that. His drink slides across the surface, spilling a little on the back of his hand. He leans down to your ear. “Not at all. But I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what happens when I succeed.”

You feel your cheeks warm, your throat drying, and it’s not because of the effects from the alcohol you’ve just consumed. You’ve known this guy, what, thirty minutes max? And he was already figuring out exactly what it took to get your gears grinding? What a quick fucking leaner. He knows he’s won, too, if the way you’ve gone cotton-mouthed is anything to go by. The ghost of a grin brushes the shell of your ear and it requires the entirety of your strength not to pounce on this stranger in the middle of this goddamn party.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

A record scratch-like halt puts a pin in the moment, forcing Jacob to step away from you with a groan. This would be just your luck, wouldn’t it? You found a ‘nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week’ and then this stupid party gets raided. It’s annoying, actually. Aggravating, even. Your lips unconsciously form pout out of disappointment and Jacob feels a piece of himself die along with it.

“Shit, you gotta get out of here before they show up and start dragging people out,” he runs a hand through his hair with a hiss.

If it had been a minute earlier, you would’ve fallen to your knees by now. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You needed to find Haeun and Minjee. You do a quick 180° in hopes of spotting either of them.

“Yeah, I need to find my—” You interrupt yourself when you see the former of the two stomping towards you with an indistinguishable look in her eye. “—Friends…”

“Let’s go, Y/N,” her tone is snappy and she glances over at Jacob for a brief moment. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening until her petite fingers are wrapping around your wrist, hauling you out of the kitchen. A yelp escapes your lips as you turn to wave to your… whatever he is to you now.

Initially, you assumed she was just ticked off by the whole cop call thing. At least, that made sense if she’d gotten anywhere with that Cha Eunwoo guy she had been talking about all day leading up to the party. But then Minjee’s driving you back your apartment and she’s whipping around in the passenger seat to give you the nastiest glare you’ve ever been on the receiving end of.

“What the hell is your problem?” She looks two seconds away from bursting a vein in her forehead.

“Wh— huh?” You’re thoroughly confused. What the fuck did you do to her?

“Why were you talking to Jacob Bae? You do know that’s my ex, right?” Her gaze has softened, but could still very much kill you if she wanted to. The wrath of Lee Haeun was more terrifying than that of any horror movie villain to ever exist.

No.

No no no no. The world stops on its axis and it’s like you’ve been told your favorite song was written about a used tissue. You don’t hear anything else she says, feeling like you just had ear muffs placed over your head. This isn’t fair. The universe officially hated you. You were number one on the list of people who deserved the worst possible fate, your name underlined twice with red ink and a star beside it.

You really didn’t have it in you to care about what Haeun thought. If this was the reason you were finally given to stop talking to her, then so be it. What you were worried about was Jacob hating you. He clearly saw that you were friends. Why would he want to pursue anything with one of his ex’s friends? Any sane person would avoid that situation if they could.

Despite not knowing that it was Jacob specifically, you knew the details of their breakup and why things ended so messily. It made sense that she was an authoritarian even in her relationships. That was just in her nature. If she didn’t control every aspect of her life, she would lose her mind. Normally you wouldn’t have batted an eye at that, not nearly enough energy in you to deal with that level of bossiness. But it was starting to bleed into your personal life. And that was a line you weren’t so willing to let her cross.

You could only pray that this was fixable.

Finals week passes by in a breeze, and before he knows it, Jacob is on the court for the championship game. There’s a different aura to him than there usually is when it comes to his volleyball games. He feels ten times more determined. (He would never admit to anyone that it’s because he’s hoping he’ll see you at the end of semester party tonight.)

He actually really enjoyed your presence and your personality. The rate at which his heart beat around you was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was nice. He liked those little butterflies that came with the start of something new. He liked the jitters and the giggles and everything in between. It reminded him that there was still youth, there was still excitement in his life.

Sure, it was kind of weird that you were friends with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t stand being in the same room as for more than five minutes at a time. But from your reaction to her dragging you away, Jacob thinks that you didn’t know about him and Haeun. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone up to him in the first place. Unless you knew and just didn’t care, then he didn’t care either. It’s not like he ever plans to allow Haeun to resurface and sink her nails back into him. That’s one mistake he’ll never make again.

Before he knows it, he’s swapping back into the game. He rolls his neck and pops his fingers, getting into position to receive this next serve. Even with this fire lit underneath him, both teams are neck and neck. With every point that IST scored, the opposing team would just catch back up without breaking a sweat. If Jacob wasn’t captain and wasn’t used to being so calm and collected during matches, he’d probably start getting as pissed as Kim Mingyu looks right now.

The referee blows his whistle and the ball is over the net. Jeon Jungkook, the team’s libero, dives for it, the volleyball bouncing off the back of his hand and back up into the air. It’s currently the fourth set and IST has two under their belt. They needed to win this one lest they wanted to go into the fifth. Everyone is on edge, but won’t stop at nothing that isn’t victory. Jacob shifts to set the ball to Jaehyun, who swings his arm back and spikes it to the other side of the court.

One of their players receives it with ease, and they’re back to square one. There’s that back and forth of both teams setting and spiking, only for the other to receive and send it back over. Jacob feels like this game is never gonna end, especially with how agile their libero is and how in tune he is with their setter. But then he makes eye contact with Lee Seokmin, an opposite hitter who’s proven time and time again that he’ll go wherever Jacob needs him to, do whatever Jacob wants him to. And that’s exactly what he does.

Mingyu bumps the ball towards the net and just when they think Jacob’s going to set it, he swaps places with Seokmin. The hitter gets beneath the volleyball and pushes it off the tip of his fingers, watching as Jacob perfectly times his jump to smack it with the palm of his hand. It’s something the two had only ever practiced a handful of times, but knew it would come in handy when everything was right. The entire interaction is flawless, and the captain’s spike lands, scoring that final point that IST needed to win the set and the game.

Just like the previous game, Jacob doesn’t even register the roaring cheers from everyone around him until they’re throwing him and Seokmin up like they themselves were volleyballs. The team is going insane, hyping up the crowd and running around the court like children. A sense of pride swells in Jacob’s chest, a crinkly-eyed smile nestling on his face like the fondness of a father.

They continue the joy-train all the way into the locker room. Jacob showers and throws on some gray cargo pants, pairing them with a black half-zip jacket. Most of the team was going to the end of semester party tonight, treating it as a post-celebratory reward for their big win. It was still so surreal for the captain. All of the pressure that had been riding on him the entire season, the strive for being someone bigger than himself. He’s grateful it paid off.

Meanwhile, you were damn near ripping your hair out, nerves eating away at the edges of your stomach like you were with the skin around your nails. After a taxing week of final exams and the anxiety of wanting to see Jacob Bae again to clear any bad air, you found yourself at the TBZ end of semester party along with Haeun and Minjee. You were thankful that your life was intact, Haeun’s irritation simmering into something a lot more bearable.

Though just a smidge pissed off that you didn’t do your research, she wasn’t as mad about the whole break of girl-code incident. She got off of your back a little too easily, though, so you were still waiting for another strike. You couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning another form of action.

You’d been at this party for at least an hour, and the attendance was double that of last week’s. They weren’t kidding when they said this was the party of all parties at IST University. You were starting to think that maybe Jacob really was going to avoid you like you were the Black Plague or equivalent. Why else would he not be at one of his own parties? Wasn’t it, like, a requirement for fraternity members to make an appearance at the things they hosted?

Being friends with Haeun really screwed everything up for you. Not only did you have to sleep with one eye open, but also keep your distance from just about every male on campus out of fear that she fucked with them, too. Why did it have to be Jacob Bae? Why couldn’t it have been someone more douchey, more up her alley? He was way too sweet, way too cute for someone of her kind. He deserved someone that could hand him the world. (Not that you were insinuating that it was you, but even you knew you were a better person than Lee Haeun.)

And as if a higher being truly existed, your prayers are answered in the form of Jacob Bae walking through the front door. A gaggle of partygoers surround him and the group of guys he’s with, including some of the fraternity brothers. You faintly hear whoops and hollers over the near deafening music, everyone patting them on their backs. Most of the attention is on Jacob and his gorgeous smile, though.

“IST U’s pride and joy! National volleyball champion, Jacob-fucking-Bae,” Lee Hyunjae wolf-whistles, shaking him around like he was maraca.

Jacob laughs, looking down at the floor to shy away from all of the eyes on him. He’s glad everybody is pleased with his accomplishment, but really all he wants to do is find you. He’s still not 100% sure you’re even here, but he has high hopes that maybe you were into him as much as he was with you. Now that he’s free of both volleyball and schoolwork for a while, he can take his time getting to know you better.

You psych yourself up to go over to him once his audience has parted and gone back to whatever it was they were doing prior to his arrival. A grimace consumes your features as you knock back the cup of jungle juice in your hand, blowing a raspberry. Minjee gives you a smile of encouragement, like she knows exactly what you’re about to do.

However, someone beats you to it. You watch with bated breath as Haeun flips her hair over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way up to Jacob. The sight of another girl talking to the guy you’re interested in has never made you as ill as it does right now, her glossy lips pouted and her hands clasped behind her back.

“Heard about the big win, Jakey,” she smiles almost evilly, calling him by a nickname that he hasn’t been called in months. “Wanna claim your prize?”

Jacob knows what she’s doing. It’s obvious. Haeun saw the two of you together last week and now she’s pretending that she gives a shit just so she can feel like she’s the one in control. He’s seen this scene too many times to fall for it. He pokes his cheek with his tongue, hands shoving into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you have someone else that you can bother, tonight? I’m spoken for.” He shrugs, stepping around her. Okay, so perhaps you’d only had one conversation together. That was enough for him. He doesn’t have to search far or wide for you, a grin replacing his deadpan once he sees your face. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” your voice comes out unsteady. “I— uh— wh— well, I kinda thought you were avoiding me.”

His eyebrows quirks up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m friends with your tyrant of an ex-girlfriend and I’m a horrible person for still wanting you,” you begin to ramble, playing with a strand of your hair. “And then you weren’t here.”

Jacob laughs, pushing your hand down and tucking the same piece behind your ear. “I don’t really care that you’re friends with Haeun. Honestly, no one’s ever *really friends with her. It’s hard to stand a person who’s that insufferable. And I’m on the volleyball team. Tonight was the championship game, which is why I was late.”

“So you don’t hate me and want me to die?”

“I could never.” He shakes his head, taking one of your hands into his.

“If that’s the case, then can you show me how to properly enjoy a frat party?” You trace patterns on his palm.

“I’ll be so real with you, Y/N, even *I don’t know how to do that,” he snorts. “I’m not a Tau Beta Zeta member, so I guess that explains it.”

“Woah what?” You gape at him. “This entire time I thought you were…”

“Nah, I’m just friends with all of the guys here. I might as well be, but I’m not. Frats are stupid to me,” Jacob leads you out of the living room and into the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Though, I don’t think they’re that bad anymore.”

As he’s reaching for an empty cup, a thought crosses your mind. It’s bold, but you don’t have the willpower to force it away. “You know, you didn’t get to show me what would happen if you succeeded in sweeping me off of my feet.”

He pauses what he’s doing, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with dark eyes. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying?

“And something’s telling me you were extremely successful.”

*Fuck the drink, Jacob thinks to himself, dropping the cup in favor of whisking you away. He pulls you into the nearest empty room, which happens to be the downstairs bathroom. From one second to the next, you’re pinned to the door, both of your wrists firm in his grip. He’s so close that his nose nudges yours, lips only a hair’s breadth from your own.

“Should’ve known you were dangerous from the get go,” he breathes, the distance between you driving you crazy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A gasp escapes you, your eyelids fluttering shut. This was pure insanity. Before you can complain about the lack of contact, Jacob’s mouth is on yours, lips moving against yours so skillfully and so roughly. He takes your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head while the other slips beneath your top. His fingertips burn into your skin and you don’t hold back the whine that sneaks out from your chest.

You pull back for air, sighing when his kiss travels down your neck and focuses on your collarbone. It’s not enough, you need to feel him everywhere. Your pulse is racing and you’re sure he can feel it when he leaves a trail of nibbles and kisses along your jawline. They travel south, paving their path on what’s visible of your jugular and sternum.

There’s a haste of fingers roaming and lips exploring. This was uncharted territory for, seeing as you hadn’t been in a situation like this since moving schools. If there was anyone you wanted to get down and dirty with in the bathroom of a frat party, it was Jacob Bae. His free hand wanders under your skirt, a knuckle running along your clothed, but damp, slit. You both hiss.

“Already so wet for me?” He asks you smugly, the curve of his smile carved into the space where your ear meets your neck. You don’t have the patience to power through any teasing.

“Need you so bad, Jacob,” you don’t like the pitchiness of your voice, or how you’re pretty much begging right now. “Wanna skip the foreplay.”

Jacob grins almost wickedly, kissing the tip of your nose. “So ready and so eager for me. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t waste any time getting you out of your clothes, starting with your top and then shoving your skirt past your thighs. You kick it off and move to help him. His jacket comes off in one fluid motion, giving you the perfect display of his muscular back and toned abdomen. All of years of volleyball came to fruition in the form of his godlike sculpted body.

You drag a nail through the valley of his abs, unbuttoning his cargoes and palming him through his underwear. He curses under his breath, forehead falling to your shoulder. You may very well be the death of him, he decides. When he’s finally had enough, he swats your hand away, removing the briefs so he can give you what you so graciously asked for. He pumps his length a couple times before guiding the tip to your entrance.

Jacob hooks one of your legs around his waist, pushing your panties to the side so he can slip into you carefully. You don’t even stop the moan that breaches your vocal cords, back arching off of the door and your chest pushing into his. The stretch burns slightly, but not nearly enough to interrupt the pleasure coursing throughout your body. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach that he fans the flames of the deeper he sinks into you, lips imprinted into the skin of your neck.

His fingers burn the skin of your thigh where he holds it up, slowly pressing his cock into cunt and sliding out as soon as he bottoms out. You’re dizzy, so dizzy that stars have begun to form behind your eyelids and he’s only just started. He rocks into you at a meticulous pace, the blunt nails of his other hand digging into your hip to keep himself composed.

He wants to take his time with you first. He wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock as your walls squeeze him in. He wants the feeling of the two of you connected to be engraved into your brain, a memory that nothing could erase even if it tried. Your head knocks against the door when you crane it to give him more access to the column of your throat, whining when he sucks marks into the surface.

“F-Fuck, Jacob,” you whimper. “Feel— god— feel so, so stuffed.”

You practically hiccup your words, overstimulated with everything that’s going on at once. It’s too much. The way he nips at your skin. The way he groans every time you clench around him. The way he’s *buried into you like you were the only source of warmth he’ll ever get. It’s too much, but it feels fucking fantastic.

“Yeah, baby? Am I fucking you good? Giving it to you like no one else can?” He exerts himself, his lips slipping on the thin sheen of sweat coating your bodies. All you can do is moan again, bucking your hips into his to minimize the gap between you as much as physically possible.

His cock is just the right balance of girth and length, filling you up and hitting the spots you need him to. Your sanity falls through the cracks with every click of his hips into yours. He *is fucking you good. He *is giving it to you like no one else can. It didn’t even take him long to figure out what you liked, using that knowledge to his advantage so he could ravage you.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to notice the coil in your stomach curling to the point of snapping. With each ram of his dick in your pussy, he winds you up more and more until it breaks in half. You see nothing but white for a few seconds, spots of various colors bleeding into it. A sound so far away from you bursts out from its home in the back of your throat. Your orgasm coaxes out his, painting your walls with milky ropes and a moan of his own.

The two of you pant breathlessly, lips brushing as you attempt to calm down. Jacob pinches your side, kissing you once before pulling out and letting go of your hip. “Do you have the energy to give me one more? I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

You let out a guttural groan, nodding and colliding your mouths in another desperate kiss. Your fingers run through the strands of his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck as he transfers you to sink. He spins you around, bending you over the counter and pecking your shoulder as he eases his cock back into the velvet of your pussy.

You’re both still sensitive, sighing at the feeling of a second intrusion. He grips your hip and presses down on your lower back just as he speeds up the pacing of his thrusts. Instinctively, you hike up a knee onto the counter, wanting him even deeper and even harder than previously. Heat pools in that same spot at the base of your abdomen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he grunts, throwing his head back and tightening his grasp on your waist. “Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

You wail, eyes heavy lidded as you witness Jacob plowing into you from behind. It hurts, the fact that you can’t even convey into sounds how amazing it feels. They’re all trapped in your chest and throat, begging to be set free. You wish they could bounce off of the walls, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks are wet from the tears that have spilled over. You look like a mess with your makeup smeared and your face puffy. Anyone who saw you after this would know exactly what went down in this bathroom.

Jacob doesn’t slow his assault, instead hovering over and trapping you beneath his broad frame. He drills into you deeper, harder, faster— and oh god you don’t want him to stop. You think he’s making good on his word, fucking you so insanely stupid that not a single thought occupies your mind. All there is, is Jacob Bae and the deliciousness of his cock wedging itself further into your cunt like he wants to live there.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So so well,” he coos, your back curving into his chest.

Your elbows might give out from supporting your weight and now Jacob’s too, especially with how empty your head is. You don’t really have the consciousness to keep yourself up. It’s at the point where the mirror has started to fog, a blurry image of him abusing your pussy in your line of sight.

He knows you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your walls spasming slightly in warning. He pulls out enough to flip you onto your back, pushing in and resuming where he left off. His thumb sneaks down to your clit, rubbing in precise circles with precise pressure. Despite there being no mirror covered in steam in the shape of your bodies in front of you, your vision is still hazy. You can barely see the expressions Jacob makes, his brows knitting together and lower lip between his teeth.

You pull him down to connect your mouths, whining into him as he continues to fuck into you like there wasn’t a whole party still going on on the side of the door. Your knees are folded to your chest, allowing his cock to kiss all the way inside of you. “I’m— fuck— so close, Cobie.”

“C’mon, baby, you can cum for me,” he goads, applying more pressure to the shape he’s drawing on your clit.

One particularly timed thrust and the bumping of his pelvic bone on the sensitive bundle of nerves tips you off of your peak. Your climax washes over you, tidal waves of pleasure cresting at full force. You moan loudly, the rippling of your walls triggering Jacob’s own release.

He pulls out gently, for the final time. His chest rises and falls rapidly, in sync with yours. You’re both exhausted, spent from going at it like jackrabbits— as if you’d never get the chance to do it again. You meet eyes and then burst into laughter, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

“That was… Wow…” You breathe, moving some of his hair from obstructing his eyesight.

“I always follow through with my promises, you know,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what do I get now that I’ve wooed you?”

You press the hints of a kiss to his lips. “An exclusive all-access pass to me, my phone number, and the rights to ask me out on a date whenever you please.”

Jacob smiles that crinkle eye smile of his, knowing full well that he plans on cashing all three of those right now. He may have not been the biggest fan of fraternities or their parties, but he sure as hell loved them at this moment in time.

He thinks he was a winner in more ways than one that night.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz jacob #tbz jacob #jacob bae x reader #jacob bae smut #jacob x reader #jacob smut #juyeonszn #blackoutorbackout🍻

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atxxzist · 5 months ago

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spring in our hearts | c.s (preview)

summary: the spring where you finally fall in love and experience everything that comes with it; the good and the bad

pairing: choi san x f!reader

genre: angst, slice of life, suggestive, romance, fluff?

release date: sometime around next week, idk

and he probably didn’t push too hard because it’s almost like he knew you’re gonna be there; waking up before it’s even 7 and sitting at the same table from before, watching guests go in and out of the room hoping to catch the boy that sent you the text last night.

his face lights up the same as you when he enters, waving in the air and heading your direction, you really shouldn’t feel so nervous but excited at the sight of him walking.

“hey!” he greets cheerfully, sliding into the seat across with a smile.

“good morning,” you return, hands curled in your lap and happy he can’t see them because you wonder what he’d think.

“how you’d sleep?” he ask the same time he combs over his morning hair, never in your life has someone looked so good doing so, you didn’t even think it was possible.

“good,” you manage to answer with composure. “and you?”

“alright.” he shrugs. “wooyoung was just mostly drunk and annoying from last night’s dinner.”

a small giggle also laced with empathy escapes from you. “well i’m sorry to hear. i hope today will be better.”

he nods. “hopefully.” then realizing you haven’t even gotten your food, talking in a concerned tone, “don’t tell me you were waiting for me.”

“i was,” you say. “don’t worry about it. i’m not that hungry. the dinner last night kept me filled plenty.”

“if you say so…” he lingers a bit before continuing, “should we go now?”

“sure.”

you also get close to the same thing you got last time, with the exception that they’ve switched out pancakes for waffles, getting a question from san after sitting down about your food choices.

“well, i really only eat korean foods,” you tell him. “i’m not too fond of anything else besides what’s on my plate right now.”

“ahh. so you’re a picky eater?”

“somewhat. that’s why yeosang hates going out to eat with me.”

san lets out a quiet snicker, something more mischievous bubbling in his eyes that you don’t read into.

“you talk about yeosang a lot… does yours and his relationship ever bothers your other friend?” he asks, the question stopping you from sipping your coffee.

the friendly and harmless tone still in the air but you can’t hide the fact the question flusters you a little.

“well, me and yeosang have known each other for a while… even before grace, so she understands that we don’t see each other like that at all.”

san quirks his lips and nods, taking your words for it.

“why?” you speak again. “do we give out that kind of vibe?” you ask worriedly, because you would never want to unintentionally (or intentionally) hurt grace in any ways. on your life you have never seen yeosang for more than the annoying middle schooler you couldn’t get rid of.

but as san shakes his head, you feel a sense of relief, watching as a light smirk creep up on his face.

“just wondering,” he says, so calmly but eerie at the same time, you can’t quite grasp the intention. but then something else comes over, and you forget all about deciphering san’s answer; not really wanting to but letting the intrusive thoughts win.

“and that girl you were with yesterday? you guys together?” you ask, no menance in your voice; just a natural curioisity because you wanna know… not for any reasons deeper.

“she’s a friend,” he answers fast and casual. “i know her from my previous school because we were under the same program and have similar interests and whatnot.”

“i see,” you mumble, a light smile anyone would’ve missed because you don’t wanna admit to anyone why the fact brings you a sense of comfort.

but it doesn’t cut it with grace.

“that’s what they always say!” she cries dramatically, after storming into your room when she was finally done sleeping past noon and the events of yesterday hit her.

but you don’t have any reasons to doubt san, even if you love your best friend and wanna take her words for it, you don’t think it’s fair to assume someone you barely know is trying to take your man that isn’t really your man.

“for all you know, they could be fucking behind doors.”

“grace!” you yell your friend’s name at such accusation, your ears turning red at even the thought of it.

“sorry,” she mutters, but barely meaning it, only shrugging off what needed to be said.

“i just don’t want you to be hurt in the end,” she says, voice a kind of sympathy you didn’t even know you need.

because yes, you think san is handsome. he is kind and unusually attentive to you for whatever reasons, and seeing someone else by his side made your stomach queasy all for the wrong reasons… but you don’t feel justified in feeling a certain way just because your friend says you should.

you’re not with him and you still don’t even know if you wanna be with him.

“trust me, grace,” you assure her, a confident smile settling on your lips that she only frowns to. “i’ll be fine.”

and as much as she wants to believe it, it’s hard not to doubt knowing the way you are.

how, though you’ve navigated through life barely getting romantically involved with boys, it wouldn’t be difficult for someone like san to get you wrapped around his fingers if he wants to.

the guy way too charming; how he just casually checks all criteria from looks to personality, the girl herself rooting for you and him initially, but quickly rethinking the choice after last night.

#im saying #next week cuz #im 10k words in #so im hopeful #this is nothing #like 'broken'#i promise!#ateez angst #san x reader #choi san x reader #san angst #ateez x reader

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crazerk · 6 months ago

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First of all, I LOOVED the demo, living rent-free in my mind rn! I been craving a concubine MC IF for a while. Love the drama. Thank you so much ♡

Also, feel free to ignore if spoilers. You mentioned we can have heirs. Just wanted to know if we would be able to see/raise the children for a good part of the story, or would the optional heirs show up more towards the ending? :)

Hi! I answered this in forum so I’ll just copy and paste. But the TLDR: you will see and can raise (or neglect!) your children and interact with them throughout the story. Some endings are even dependent on the kind of relationship you have with them.

Your heirs if you choose to have them, will be characters in the story, like any other person you encounter.

You can only ever have three children, two boys and a girl. They will all have distinct personalities, your first son will always be outgoing, your second son always be more studious and your daughter will always be loyal to her family, but with a rebellious streak.

Your actions in their childhood can influence them. For example you can play favorites, support one son over the other and cause a dynastic war. Lots of fun side plots and arcs I’m excited to write about.

More details under the cut!

First Son

Looks wise he takes after his father, almost a spitting image of Kaz. He will be a very lively child, spending most of his time outdoors. If there is a thing that can be climbed he’ll climb it. If there is a thing with a sharp edge or a pointy tip, he’ll master it. He has a natural aptitude for all things martial and will be one of the finest warriors in the empire.

He will be popular and charismatic and with many friends and supporters. Everything a good ruler should be on paper. Yet he is eager to please and easily falls under the influence of others. He scoffs at his more serious lessons, only learned how to read because his father forced him too and his tutors find him very lacking in his academics. He has a disturbingly brutal streak as well, and sense of entitlement.

Yet he is the beloved son of the empire. He desperately needs someone to be proud of him at all times and will go out of his way to please you to get that validation. If his lesser virtues are indulged he may become a monster. However with enough persuasion and discipline he’ll grow into a fine man. Right?

Second Son

Almost a complete opposite to his older brother, your second son will take after you more. While he is tall like his dad, he’s painfully slender with elegant, almost delicate features. He will be beautiful, keeping his hair long and his dressing androgynous. When he was a child he caught a chill he never fully seemed to recover from, and is prone to falling sick. He shutters himself indoors, preferring the company of his books to that of anyone else, except maybe you.

There are many cruel whispers about your younger son. (You can decide whether you want to remove tongues and heads over these.) In comparison to his more accomplished older brother, he seems weaker, duller, less of a king, more of a sickly scholar. Your second son doesn’t seem to mind these rumors. He’ll pick afternoon tea with you over practing his swordsmanship or going on hunts. His tutors worship the ground he walks on, calling him the brightest mind they’ve ever seen while his weapons master is less impressed with his performance, claiming he can’t even hold a sword upright.

There are times when he seems content in his place as the younger or the “lesser” brother and that not many expect him to rule over the more impressive, older heir. Yet you can catch a glimpse of ambition in his eyes from time to time. A gleam of ruthless cunning, like a blade hidden behind his haunting beauty and demure countenance. You can of course nurture that gentleness, and remind him that he is strong where his brother is weak. Or you can sharpen that ruthlessness, for who knows when you’ll need a blade?

Only Daughter

Your daughter would be absolutely spoiled from the moment she’s born, and a delight to everyone around her. People will say she’ll be the amongst the greatest beauties the empire has ever produced as she managed to get the best of both you and Kaz. From a young age she’ll be aware of this, and will use it to her advantage.

She’s precarious, exceedingly intelligent and able to pick up on the subtleties of court even as a child. As she grows into a young woman, she can become a powerful player in her own right. Since her father is basically wrapped around her finger, her influence on him is not to be understated. She’d rather watch sword fights than do embroidery and is often sneaking away from the lessons meant to shape her into the perfect, elegant and refined princess to chase more “masculine” pursuits.

Her tutors praise her brilliance but her mistress complain that she’s too hardheaded and petulant to make a good and docile wife and all their lessons are wasted on her. It’s better if she were married off immediately, perhaps having children of her own can temper her wilder impulses. But you know she’ll burn something to the ground if she were forced to do anything of the sort. She can be extremely stubborn, but not cruel or malicious. At least, you don’t think so.

How you treat them will influence their behavior and actions later on in the story! Choosing a favorite, child neglect, or even turning them against each other will all have their consequences!

#cotgr #answered #asks #kids

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curliiwurlii · 1 month ago

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Let’s Start the Day! (Alt tape)

After solving another tedious puzzle, Riley finally got another tape. Instead of a brand-new tape, however, it’s one they’ve watched before- “Let’s Start the Day”.

Confused by the reappearance of a previous tape, they put it in the VCR.

The video is already much different from the last, starting off with the perspective of what seems to be someone on a hospital bed, with 2 surgeons above them, everything having a hazy look to it. After some time, the patient’s eyes close.

Suddenly, the tape quickly switches to the episode with a title card saying “Let’s Start the Day!” with music in the background glitching in and out. The title card fades away, with Amanda rising from her bed, yawning and then looking out the window.

“Good- morning… b-birdies…” Amanda trails off, her smile transitioning into pure horror. The music quickly fades away as the camera changes to the view of the outside-but instead of birds chirping at the window, they’re dead. Rotting. Bugs picking at their flesh.

Amanda turns away from the window, her eyes quickly darting to the camera.

“I-I’m Amanda! Let’s start the day!” She says, worry still seeping through her words.

“First, I need to make my bed. Will you help me? We need to fluff the pillows and smooth out the blanket. Which should we do first?”

Riley chooses to tap on the pillows.

Amanda is about to hop on the bed, but suddenly stops.

“Actually, you know what? It doesn’t matter- I’m too tired to do this, anyway.” Amanda says, running her eyes. “I don’t even want to do anything today, not after that horrible dream… what kind of dreams do you have?”

“What if I tell her something SHE’s afraid of? It might be a way to get more info out of her…” Riley thinks. After pondering for a moment, they say their answer to the screen.

“The butcher.”

“STOP REMINDING ME-“ The static cuts Amanda off, resuming the episode as how it was supposed to be.

“I should probably head downstairs for breakfast. It’s my favorite meal of the day! But first, I’ll have to get dressed.” Amanda opens her closet, only to find dirty shirts and shorts with mud all over them.

“Oh COME ON! Now I have nothing to wear today!” Amanda whines, stomping her foot on the ground. “Sigh… I’ll just have to wear these pajamas for the rest of the day.” she says, walking out of her room.

The static cuts to Wooly in the kitchen, sleeping with his head on the kitchen counter. Stomping can be heard from the stairs, waking Wooly up.

“Wh-whuh?” He mumbles, as Amanda angrily enters the room. “Oh, morning Amanda. What’s up?” He asks, still drowsy as he rubs his eyes.

“Ugh, this morning has been the WORST! The birds are dead outside, all my clothes are dirty, and worst of all… I had the SCARIEST. NIGHTMARE. EVR!” She responds, clearly exhausted of just about everything now.

“Oh god, you too?” Wooly asks, surprised by her response. “Geez, looks like we both didn’t have much sleep. Haha…”

“Oh forget it. I’m heading to the couch.”

“Oh, okay then…”

A few seconds pass before Wooly breaks the silence. “I guess I’ll be making breakfast today… oh boy.”

Wooly hops off of his chair and walks towards the camera, but stops for a moment. “Wait a minute… YOU can help me make breakfast today!” He points to the camera as Riley turns around to find one of those toy kitchen sets with plastic food. Already familiar with random things appearing out of nowhere by now, they turn back to the TV.

“I think it’s best to make toast or bacon. I won’t be eating a lot, so it’ll mostly be for Amanda. With that said, would you like to help me make bacon or toast?” Wooly pulls out a plate of raw bacon and a loaf of bread from behind him.

“Bacon sounds good.” Riley says, as Wooly places the toast back in the fridge.

“Aw man, I can’t find anything to cook the bacon with. Do you have anything over there?”

Riley turns around to find different items all over the Kid’s Corner. “Just like before” they thought. After walking around the area, they suddenly get an idea. “What if I get the wrong items for him?” They wonder, since they haven’t seen much of Wooly getting irritated.

“Are you done yet? I’m starving here!” Wooly scolds from the TV.

Riley quickly grabs a torch from in front of the TV and places it on top of the TV to give it to him.

“I can’t cook bacon with THAT. Can you cooperate with me for just 5 minutes?” Wooly says, already losing his patience.

“Alright, alright.” Riley responds, irritated by his nagging. However, still interested in getting him angry, they pick up a lighter and place it on top of the TV again.

“Are you KIDDING ME?? What will it take for you to not mess with us?! Do you LIKE seeing us mad or something?!” Wooly yells, fed up with Riley’s shit.

The screen fills up with red static, the noise louder than ever. Riley can hear thumping from the vents above them, already regretting their decision.

The static cuts in and out, as Wooly holds his head, his fingers deep in his wool, breathing heavily. “No…no…” he whimpers, as the static finally stops and he raises his head to the camera.

“Please, just get the pan already.” Wooly demands, his voice tired and irritated. Fearing their life, Riley quickly grabs the pan that’s already in front of them in a split second and gives it to the TV.

“Finally.” Wooly mumbles. “Now, what should I use to cook the bacon- the refrigerator, the sink, or the stove?”

Riley taps on the stove.

“Good job! Time to FINALLY make some bacon. First, put the stove to high and put some oil on it once it’s hot enough.” Wooly grabs the oil bottle next to him. “Don’t do this at home, kids!” He whispers as he drizzles oil onto the pan.

Riley turns around to find a toy pan and plastic bacon on the kitchen set. They walk over to it and place the bacon on the pan and turn the knob on the toy stove to a high heat. A sizzling noise can be heard from a speaker.

Riley walks back to the TV as it glitches to the bacon now being on the stove near Wooly.

“Oooohh, it smells so good! I love the smell of bacon in the-“ Wooly stops as he jumps at the sight of the opossum on top of the fridge, observing the bacon. “Why are YOU here?! What on earth do you want?!” He quickly turns to the camera with an angry look on his face. “Get this guy out of here!”

Riley taps on the TV to make an attempt at making the opossum leave. The TV then glitches, with the opossum giving them a dirty face, hopping off of the fridge and out of the kitchen.

“My god… I’m WAY too tired for all this…” Wooly complains, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. He then turns around to check on the bacon, only to find that it’s now burnt with tons of smoke rising from it.

“DANG IT!!”

He quickly turns off the stove as Amanda enters the kitchen again.

Riley turns around to find the plastic bacon now melted on the pan. “How the hell..?” Confused by how it melted, they turn back to the TV.

“Hey, what’s that smell?” She asks as she quickly notices the giant smoke coming from the pan. “My god, Wooly, what did you do?!”

“I-I tried to make bacon for breakfast today and it all ended up getting burned!” Wooly whines, taking the pan to the trash bin and throwing the bacon out.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t make us breakfast.” Wooly says, hanging his head low.

“But… I’m so hungry…” Amanda whines.

“Me too.”

About a minute passes before Amanda speaks again.

“I hate this.”

Static fills the screen and the tape falls out of the VCR.

Author’s Note: MY FIRST AMANDA FANFIC LETS GOOOO!!! I’m super proud of this as it’s the first fanfic I’ve EVER written and now I wanna make more!! Let me know what you guys think and what you liked about this. Have a great day/night!!

#amanda the adventurer #amanda the adventurer 2 #wooly the sheep #fanfic

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randomsufff · 10 months ago

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ALRIGHT since at least 6 of yall wanted it here it is- my Adachi Channel concept 🎉 (ft. a quick comic of how their intro dialogue would go)

Boy where to start- there’s quite a lot under here so beware

Ok so- my first thought was “ if Adachi had a channel, what would his dark secret be” and I thought it would be that he secretly loves the Dojima family and wants so bad to be officially part of that (the adajima shipper in me saying he would love to get with Dojima and sort of become an official dad figure to Nanako) and so scared of them leaving him

I think in game, it’s shown Adachi actually cared for Nanako a lot, as he was always looking out for her and felt remorseful that she got hurt because of his actions and he even says in his letter at the end that he valued his times with the Dojimas

But it’s also largely based off of the Persona 4 Golden anime, where there’s a little section that expands upon Adachis background and his relationships with the Dojima’s. Specifically, that one part where Dojima, Nanako and Adachi are all holding hands before Nanako runs off to greet Yu and then it cuts to those three walking while Adachi stands dejected behind.

Anyways- within this background it’s shown that Adachi has pushed away every opportunity to connect with his peers in any way, no matter how much he wanted to, because he wanted to focus on his studies. And it ended up being all for not anyways because he never won any awards or got any serious recognition for his efforts and was instead relocated to Inaba (middle of nowhere town as someone says).

So here Adachi is- no serious friendships or relationships, who just moved to a town where there isn’t much to do anyways, who meets Dojima and his daughter who end up being his first genuine friends/companionship in YEARS.

Despite Adachis whole thing about thinking relationships are stupid and restricting, I think he finds himself caring about these two, and having them care for him, in a way he’s never experienced before. OF COURSE he going to latch onto that, and is going to be terrified to lose it when Yu- someone who’s ACTUALLY blood related to the family and not some sad coworker who tags along cause he got no friends- swoops in out of nowhere and starts taking their attention and affections.

So how does that relate to 1950s American housewives- well, again, if Adachi whole thing is wanting to stay together and wanting to keep their affections- and Yu who’s a part of the family is taking priority over him- best course of action would be to place himself into the family. Becoming a wife type to Dojima and a mother to Nanako.

Now not sure if Japan had a similar era, but I know the 50’s were alllllll about appearances and LOOKING like a perfect family; the woman stayed at home and were perfect wives and mothers who did all the cooking and cleaning while the men did all the work. I think that’s also why the “killer housewife” trope came around, cause they snap under being so much pressure. This not only fits into Adachi mask of being a dumb detective when he’s actually a villain but also how he views his relationship with each of them.

Adachi is an assistant for Dojima, and we see in game how mistreated he is: getting coffee and beaten around. Unfortunately, I feel like that’s very similar to how woman in the 50s were often treated by their spouses- as assistants rather then wives. Obviously, as I’ve said, he’s taken on a motherly role towards Nanako- being concerned over Dojimas lack of parenting towards her and trying to look after her himself.

And since Palaces often take these sentiments to the extreme- I thought Shadow!Adachi would think himself as a replacement of the dead mother, (I forgot her name 💀) saying he can take her place and give them everything they need.

OK SO HOW WOULD THIS FIT STORY WISE IN THE GAME? So people show up on tv if they’ve caught the eyes of the public right? And Nanako got on cause of an interview so I would think Adachis rise of interest in the public would be the similar. At the very least, when the tv covers the two murders, Adachi would do some stupid thing that would accidentally be caught on camera and everyone would wonder who that bumbling idiot was. In my eyes, I think this happens after everyone had joined (so after Naoto) but before any of the endgame stuff with the red herring and Nanako and stuff. So perhaps the news does a follow-up on the lead detectives on the Telephone Pole murders since there’s not been anything new happening and they want to know if it’s passed or if they still have to keep working, and eventually Adachi comes along and like- idk spills coffee on the reporter or something, and since it’s live- the everyone figures out Adachis name after Dojima barks it at him to get his act together.

Boom he’s on the tv, boom the guy chloroforms him and throws him in the tv, boom Adachis like aw fuck.

I don’t understand how Adachi got his persona in the first place? I looked it up and it said it was cause he was so fucking lonely and because he had no relationships he developed a persona. Ok???? Didn’t know that was an option??? But in this universe- Adachi doesn’t have his persona and instead awakens it after confronting his truth like every other person, because thems the rules, instead of just developing one because you’re chronically lonely. (If we REALLLY wanted to it could be like a Akechi situation where he has two- but eh )

(Oh also- I’d imaging his channel introduction scene thing would be like, sitcom esc? Like a- ha ha come see how quirky my family is or something? Like I Love Lucy or any of those old American sitcoms)

So anyways he’d be like “fuck, welp this can’t be too hard to survive, I just have to keep being in heavy denial like I always have-“ and tries to keep up the stupid act, especially when the Team rolls in, but then the Shadow gets to him by implying he has a meaningful relationship with the Dojimas (aka he NEEDS them cause he prolly would have offed himself months ago from boredom and/or lack of friends ) which pisses him off and triggers the fight.

(This could be some slight foreshadowing the Adachi is not what he seems as his masks slips and as his Shadow occasionally spits out some of his ideology and stuff)

Boom, fight ends when Adachi confronts that yes, maybe he does have a meaningfully relationship with the Dojimas. He’ll then be like, well obviously I can’t join your team, I’m part of the actual detective team, but maybe I can share insider info with you guys- while he secretly gets the first hand scoop of the Teams plans.

Obviously this does not undo what has been done, and with everything rolling to its natural conclusion there’s nothing Adachi can do to stop what has been started. He’ll keep doing what he’s doing tho, It’ll be even more tragic when he realizes he’s put both Nanako and Dojima in serious danger and make him spiral more into denial towards the end. Saying how those relationships don’t actually help him with anything, that they cause him more pain more suffering then when he had no one to care for but himself, that’s he’s still in a shitty place in the world etc etc.

Bam- after he’s defeated and the God is defeated it’ll smooth his transition into slowly accepting that friendships do help, and his connection with Dojima and Nanako stay strong after everything is proof of that

Ok I’m kind of just writing shit now- it is very late and I wrote a lot so if it doesn’t make sense, oof, but I how you get what I mean cause this concept fits like perfectly in all aspects into Adachis character 👍

#persona 4 #tohru adachi #nanako dojima #ryotaro dojima #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #technically the whole Team is there but I was too lazy to draw them #hope yall like #this has been cooking for a while #adajima #kinda #I think eventually it’ll lead into it #I just think it’s funny that his shadow self is like yeah I’m his wife I love him and want to be a parental figure to his daughter #and adachis there on the side going guys no I’m so straight bro I swear it’s not like that #fic ideas made specifically for me by me

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otomiyaa · 8 months ago

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Second Declaration of Love

Hayato x Ryuuichi

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: I really miss this anime so much! We really poured all our love for it into this fic didn't we :)

Summary: Reupload from 14 Feb 2019 - Ryuuichi and Hayato are dating. Boyfriends. A couple. Then why is it so hard for Ryuuichi to give his boyfriend his homemade chocolate… on Valentines Day? (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 4K

The bag hanging on his shoulder feels heavier than ever as he slowly makes his way out of the daycare and to his classroom.

Everywhere around him is… red. Red-heart balloons, red-heart chocolate boxes, red-faced girls bowing their heads giving a boy homemade chocolate - everything red.

Even Ryuuichi feels a bit red himself, his heart beating fast against his ribs, making a sudden flush begin to creep up from his neck to the tip of his ears as he gets more and more close to his classroom. His hands are getting sweaty and his legs feel wobbly as he walks, barely able to hold his light weight.

He was so nervous. He spent most of last night making chocolate just for that person. He wondered how would he react;

Would he be angry? Happy? Would he punch him in the face for doing something like- Would he actually punch him in the face for doing something like this?! Ryuuichi nearly trips over his own feet at the thought clouding his head.

They’ve barely started their relationship; not a lot of people know about it, and, most importantly, they barely act any different from when they were just friends… He even wondered if they were really something else than just friends.

However, that’s not the point, what matters right now is that he has a bunch of homemade chocolates in his bag for his boyfriend and he’s not even sure if he’s gonna-

“Ka-Kamitani-san…”

Ryuuichi quickly hides in the corner as soon as he sees Hayato in front of a very shaky girl.

“I- I made this for you. I hope you like them!” She takes a little red box from behind her and Ryuuichi leans closer to see Hayato’s reaction.

“I don’t like chocolate.”

Ryuuichi feels his heart skipping a beat as his bag slides down his shoulder.

“But thank you, anyway.”

“Oh I’m sorry! I- I didn’t know!”

Ryuuichi feels his face get as red as that of the girl in front of Hayato.

“Uh, listen, Kamitani-san… I was wondering if you-”

“I’m not interested. Thank you for the chocolate.” Hayato nods his head as a goodbye and entered the classroom. Ryuuichi can’t help but feel bad about the girl, whose cheeks are slowly getting soaked with a few tears.

He waits until she leaves to finally enter the room; his body feeling heavy and his eyelids suddenly feeling tired.

“Good morning,” he says in the most cheerful voice he could manage as he enters the classroom. His eyes land on his boyfriend as soon as he enters and Hayato looks up at him, nodding his head as a greeting.

“Woah, Ka-Kamitani,” Ryuuichi gasps looking at his desk.

“Did you already get all of those chocolates? Classes haven’t even started yet.” Hayato shrugs, looking at the candy in front of him.

“Some girls gave them to me as I was making my way here.”

“I see,” Ryuuichi answers, sitting behind Kamitani.

“Are they homemade? They look delicious.”

He tries to smile warmly at him, but he fails and Hayato narrows his eyes as he watches the smile fading away quickly.

“Hey, are you-”

“Good morning class.”

He didn’t say anything even after class had finished. It’s now or never. Ryuuichi feels the chocolate in his bag practically beg for attention.

“K-Kami-” He’s cut short when a girl suddenly steps up, not that she’s mean, just… too nervous and shy about the thing she’s gonna do, unaware of her surroundings. Her shaking hands cling to a box of obviously homemade - with lots of love - chocolates, which she hands to him, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“P-Please accept this! Kamitani-kun!” …. Ryuuichi blinks, looking from his boyfriend’s poker face to the girl, and then back.

“I…” Hayato gives a sigh.

“You don’t need to like me. Just… please accept them.” The girl already knows its just unrequited love and Hayato isn’t easy to win over. He’s so popular, even Ryuuichi himself is surprised.

The guys are gaping all day at the growing big pile of chocolates on and next to Hayato’s desk. Hayato just shrugs and takes them.

“Fine I guess.” The girl nods excitedly, bows a few times and mutters a quick thank you. She then hurries out of the classroom again. She’s not even their classmate. How on earth…?

“Again…?”

Hayato sighs as he pats the box of chocolates and then shoves it towards the other pile, looking totally uninterested and in all honesty a bit annoyed, rather than happy with what he’s received.

Hayato then suddenly turns, and his piercing eyes stare deeply into Ryuuichi’s soul. His hand that had been holding the chocolates in his bag, ready to take it out to give them to him, now drops the box again and he sighs nervously.

“W-W-What?” he asks, blushing like crazy. Hayato keeps staring intently. He then turns away.

“Nothing. Let’s go eat lunch.”

Ryuuichi is totally off that day. His mind is overflowing with thoughts and concerns. And as the hours tick by, it’s not only his boyfriend’s chocolate pile that’s getting bigger and bigger. It’s also Ryuuichi’s pile of reasons why he maybe shouldn’t give him the chocolate, growing bigger and bigger.

Hayato doesn’t like chocolate, like he obviously said.

Hayato will think he’s an idiot for making chocolates like some kind of girl hopelessly in love, and for thinking it’s okay to give him such a thing.

Hayato will be annoyed for receiving more while he already has all that.

Hayato will claim they’re not boyfriends at all like Ryuuichi’s been fearing the past few times and that their love confessions and that one kiss and evening they held hands had all been a distant dream.

“Ka-Kashima-kun!” Their last class just finishes when Ryuuichi picks himself up from his sea of thoughts as he hears two voices calling his name in sync. Two female voices. Both Ryuuichi and Hayato look up from their workbooks and see both Inomata Maria and Ushimaru Yuki stand in front of him.

Yuki is the first to step forward, her face as red as everything else today, and she plants a box of chocolates on his desk.

“F-F-F-For you! I hope you like them! Bye!” She’s running away faster than Ryuuichi can understand what’s going on.

Inomata then looks at him with her 24/7 tsundere face, aggressively plants hers on top of Yuki’s, her face red as well, and she breathes in to tell him in one breath:

“I had these ones left. They’re not homemade, if that’s what you think! You don’t need to eat them! But I’m giving them anyway! I thought no one would give you something so I felt bad, but then Ushimaru-san did it, but I think it’s good for you to have two. You can use them. Bye!”

And… She’s gone too. Ryuuichi blinks his eyes.

“Look who’s popular.” Ryuuichi blushes and looks at Hayato who’s been watching him, it seems. Ryuuichi frowns a little. Was that a compliment, or sarcastic? Like, he’s one to talk? His heart is beating like crazy. Maybe now’s his chance, his last chance, to give him his chocolates. But Hayato already packs his bag.

“Let’s go to club.” Oh, right, club. He still has another chance.

Another chance that goes wasted, since all they do is play with the kids, and Ryuuichi continues to worry and worry while the chocolates remain ungiven until the awkward moment they say their goodbyes and part ways.

Valentine’s Day what? Today wasn’t romantic at all!

His way back home is full of sad sighs and furtive worried glances from Kotarou as he holds onto his big brother’s shoulder.

“Nii-cha sad?” he places a tiny chubby hand on Ryuuichi’s cheek to pull him out of his thoughts. Ryuuichi jumps slightly at the touch and looks up to see his baby brother’s eyes looking at him, clouded with concern.

He tries to smile to ease his little heart. “Nii-cha had a long day today,” he explains, ruffling Kotarou’s head affectionately.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Nii-cha didn’t get choco?”

“I did get some choco…” …but not from the person I wanted.

“Inomata-san and Ushimaru-san made it themselves.” He smiles softly.

“I’ll make sure to give you some.”

While Kotarou beams with happiness about the chocolates, they arrive at home, Ryuuichi quickly opening the door and closing it behind him as he puts Kotarou down and steps out of his shoes.

“Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, welcome home.” Saikawa suddenly appears in front of them, scaring the soul out of Ryuuichi’s body.

“Did you have a good Valentine’s Day at school?”

“A-Ah, Saikawa-san, we’re back.”

“Sai-cha!” Saikawa lowers his head, opening one of his eyes to look at Kotarou putting his backpack down to look for something inside. He pulls out two little heart-shaped chocolates and extends them up to the butler.

“Sai-cha, choco!”

“Kotarou-sama, perhaps, that chocolate you’re holding in your hands is for me?” Kotarou nodded, urging him to take them. Saikawa crouches down to take the chocolate and he places them close to his heart.

“Kotarou-sama, I don’t deserve these, but I’m greatly thankful. I’ll keep them forever.”

“Sai-cha no eat?”

“Well, only if Kotarou-sama would like that.” Kotarou smiles brightly and nods his head, letting out a soft ‘un!’. Ryuuichi smiles softly at the scene unfolding in front of him before he calls for his little brother’s attention.

“Kotarou.” The toddler turns around as Saikawa stands back up with the two chocolates in his hand.

“Why don’t you go and give Oba-san her chocolate?”

“Baa-cha!” Kotarou grabs his backpack to look for Baa-cha’s chocolate.

“Is anything bothering you today, Ryuuichi-sama? Did Hayato-sama enjoy the chocolate?” Ryuuichi nearly cries on the spot as his face flushes bright red again.

“I was not able to give the candy to Kamitani. I was too anxious and insecure that I just couldn’t.”

“Nii-cha sad!” Kotarou adds to it, and Ryuuichi is too late to hiss ‘Shhhh!” at him. He then turns back to Saikawa again and forces himself to smile.

“It’s okay. It’s just a day. I’ll give it to him next time. I’ll... Go to my room, do homework and stuff. Kotarou, we’ll play later, okay?”

Both Saikawa and Kotarou watch him as he walks away and he feels their eyes pierce through his back. He tries to ignore the worry in his chest after today’s failure of a Valentine’s Day, but he actually can’t.

Neither can he focus on his homework. Pfff why does this suck so bad? He stays in his room until it’s almost time for dinner, and just when he comes out, he hears oba-san call for him:

“Someone’s at the door!!”

Having missed the sound, Ryuuichi nods quickly and rushes to open it. And when he opens it, he almost falls over in surprise to see Hayato in front of him.

“Hi.”

Ryuuichi is completely frozen, and he tries to swallow away the dry feeling in his throat.

“H-Hi.”

Saikawa appears behind him and pulls the door further open.

“Welcome, Hayato-sama. Please come in. Thank you for accepting the invitation. Now if you two may please come this way.”

Invitation?

Ryuuichi is confused when he and Hayato both stagger after the confident butler. Walking next to him in silence, Ryuuichi tries to think about what he should say. He thinks of the chocolate he still wants to give him.

He thinks of the many things he wants to ask him but can’t, such as: Are we actually dating?

But then they arrive at the room Saikawa seemingly prepared for them, and Ryuuichi’s mouth falls open. He feels the heat climbing up from his chest all the way up to the tips of his eyebrows, one of them twitching as he looks at the scene in front of him.

“S-Saikawa-san!”

“Yes, Ryuuichi-sama? Is this not enough?”

Ryuuichi shrieks as he answers, “It is too much!”

There’s classical music playing in the background, a rounded table is beautifully covered with a white tablecloth, rose petals carefully sprayed on the surface, candles in the middle and - Was that a bucket with ice?!

“We’re underage,” Hayato says in his bored tone of voice.

“Don’t worry, Hayato-sama, it’s just a glass bottle of soda.”

A bottle of soda! Ryuuichi physically cringes at… this. He knows Saikawa just wants to help him out a little bit with Hayato, but this is seriously too much. Hic- Did Oba-san knew about this?!

“Chairwoman is taking care of Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, so you can stop worrying about it.”

Ah nice, one less thing to worry about, there’s only this whole thing to worry about! Ryuuichi didn’t want to look at Hayato; he wanted to tell him to go back home, but as he was gathering courage to do so, Saikawa spoke again.

“Dinner is almost ready, so I invite you both to take a seat as you wait.”

Ryuuichi looks at him with widened eyes.

“Is something the matter, Ryuuichi-sama?”

“Yes, I don’t think-"

To his surprise, Hayato walks towards one of the chairs and pulls it out from under the table to sit.

Ryuuichi wants to scream, but as soon as he sees Hayato sit down, he quickly makes his way to the other chair across the table.

“Then, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Saikawa leaves and Ryuuichi starts to sweat. Why is this happening to him?! He’s embarrassed beyond words. Does Hayato feel like that too?

Sneaking a look at his companion, he flinches when he sees his eyes intently looking at him.

“Ka-Kamitani, I’m s-”

“Why is your butler doing this?” Hayato grabs one petal between his fingers before he tosses it in Ryuuichi’s direction.

“I’m truly sorry,” he bows his head a little. “I have no idea.”

“You don’t?”

The tone of his voice makes Ryuuichi feel somewhat guilty, after all, he does know why Saikawa’s doing this, but how could he admit it to Hayato?

“H-How’s Taka-kun?” He chooses to change the subject instead. Hayato’s eyebrow seems to twitch as he relaxes his back against the chair.

“He cried his eyes out when I told him I was going here and that he wasn’t coming with me.” Ryuuichi smiled, thinking about a screaming Taka-kun, he was somehow glad he wasn’t there to witness it.

“Poor Taka-kun.”

“Kashima.” Ryuuichi jumps.

“Y-Yes, Kamitani?”

“Why were you acting like that at school?” Bam. So direct!

Ryuuichi widens his eyes, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, but no words are coming out of him.

“Why did you get upset about the chocolates? Why is your butler inviting me over instead of you?”

Ryuuichi shook his head, his arms flailing around. “No! It’s not- it’s not like that I-”

“You what?”

“I…” he took a deep breath and looked down at the petals on the table.

“I made chocolate for you, Kamitani, but I started to feel self-conscious about it. I thought that you’d be disgusted by it and I thought that maybe we weren’t dating at all like I was thinking and I got even more scared to give you the stupid chocolate when all those girls were all over you giving their candies and you said you didn’t like chocolate at all!”

Ryuuichi had to cover his face with his hands to keep going,

“Saikawa-san knew I made chocolate for you so when I came back home and I told him I wasn’t brave enough to give it to you, he just put hands into action, but I didn’t know he would do this, actually, I didn’t know he would do anything at all, so I don’t-”

“You’re stupid.”

Ryuuichi peeks through his fingers and his heart skips a beat: Hayato is smiling at him, his cheeks slightly flushed as he leans closer to him across the table, his hand reaching up to pull Ryuuichi’s hands away from his face. He lets him do that.

“We are a couple, we are dating. I only took the chocolate from those girls because you always say that I should be nicer!”

“Wha-Whaaat?” Ryuuichi feels himself gaping at his boyfriend (eeeek!!) like an idiot, and he unintentionally squeezes his hand, but Hayato doesn’t pull back.

“Besides, you’ve got yourself some swooners as well.” He winks, and Ryuuichi blushes.

“That - it’s nothing. Those girls, they’re just friends. I…”

He nervously looks at Hayato’s fond smile, and he nibbles his lip, swallowing the rest of his excuses.

“Were you worried, too?” he finally asks, his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

“Of course I was. You wouldn’t even look at me today. And then I got a call from your butler. I thought…”

…that you wanted to break up with me.

Hayato didn’t finish the sentence, but his eyes tell Ryuuichi everything, the concern lingering despite the relief of the misunderstanding. Oh. Ryuuichi had been so busy with all the things on his mind that he had never considered how this must’ve reflected on his boyfriend.

Hayato isn’t a guy who speaks a lot about his feelings, but just this revelation alone makes it so clear to Ryuuichi how he must’ve felt all day - and he feels happy and bad about it at the same time. Bad about hurting him unintentionally, happy about the fact that their love is serious enough for Hayato to worry about.

“…I’m sorry…” he mutters shyly, the guilt of feeling happy about Hayato’s concerns piercing through his heart. Hayato lets out a huff and suddenly gets up from his chair. With a few steps he suddenly walks towards him, around the table, faster than Ryuuichi can even get up from his chair in surprise. And then Hayato has his arms around him, in a warm, tight hug.

“You idiot…” Hayato whispers, and Ryuuichi blushes, leaning into him. Still seated on his chair, he turns his head slightly, his face buried in Hayato’s chest, and he sniffs to inhale his scent.

“Sorry…” he mumbles.

“And stop apologizing, it’s okay…” Hayato reassures him, tightening their embrace, and finally Ryuuichi finds the strength to lift his arms and hug him back. For a moment they remain like this, in a somewhat comforting embrace for the both of them.

Hayato rubs the back of his head lovingly, and Ryuuichi still has to process that he had made Hayato worry as well, that they were dating, that they were hugging at this very moment and just everything else actually.

But then Hayato’s fingertips graze slightly across the back of his neck, and Ryuuichi spazzes in surprise.

“Ah - s-sorry,” he whispers, but Hayato glances down at him in fascination and now purposely drags his fingertips down the skin of his neck. Shivers are sent through all of Ryuuichi’s body like little shockwaves, and he lets out a loud gasp.

“Are you ticklish?” Hayato asks, sharp and direct as always.

“Y-Yes I am. Sorry…”

“I told you to stop apologizing…” Hayato then smirks.

“Instead, you could use a laugh.” He then lungs and experimentally runs his fingers down his body, seeking out his sides and tickling them with wiggling and digging fingers.

“AHhhah! Oh nohohoo!” Ryuuichi curls forward, and he blows out so much air along with his loud surprised laughter that it sends some of the petals on the table flying.

“You are ruining your butler’s work,” Hayato says as his fingers dug into Ryuuichi’s sides, tickling him until he’s giggling wholeheartedly.

“Whose fahahahault is it?!” Ryuuichi shrieks, twisting his body in the chair until he loses his balance and drops ungracefully on the floor.

Hayato follows suit, somehow managing to keep his fingers connected to Ryuuichi’s sides.

“Ka-Kahahahamitani, please!”

“Please what?” Hayato can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend loud laughter, just because of a few squeezes on his sides.

“You are extremely ticklish, how didn’t I know about this?” Ryuuichi just shakes his head, giggling hysterically, his hands pawing at Hayato’s hands latched at his sides.

“Whoah! A squirmer, aren’t you?” Hayato barely dodges a flailing arm almost hitting his face.

“I think we should do something about those nasty hands of yours.”

Ryuuichi wants to die. There are a lot of things happening all at once: Hayato is tickling him, like really tickling him with his own hands, then, Hayato chuckling and smiling down at him as Ryuuichi made the most embarrassing noises ever, and now, Hayato gathering Ryuuichi’s thin wrists in one of his hands, pulling them up above his head and he straddles his hips.

Ryuuichi knows the color of his face is of an unhealthy shade of red right now. He feels butterflies fluttering in his belly and, even though he’s beyond embarrassed, he can’t help but feel extremely happy to be able to see this hidden side of Hayato; he’d like to think it’s reserved for him only.

“Kamitani, please don’t! I’m- I’m too tihihicklish!” he says through giggles even though Kamitani isn’t even tickling him yet.

“I can see that.” He smirks.

“You can also take this as a punishment for making me worried all day long.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so- eek! Plehehease nohoho!” Ryuuichi arches his back away from the carpeted floor when Hayato decides to claw his fingers against his belly.

“This is unfahahahahir!”

“I think it is totally fair, you weren’t fair before, though, not giving me my chocolate and all of that. Maybe that’s why I should tickle you.”

Ryuuichi can almost, almost hear a pout in Hayato’s voice, but he’s too busy laughing his head off to look at him.

“I even got you chocolate as well, but since you were acting so weird, I didn’t dare to give it to you.”

“You wha- ahahaha! Not there! Not thehehehere!” Ryuuichi thrashes harder when the clawing fingers on his tummy become squeezing fingers on his hips, making him shriek until he’s laughing nearly in hysterics.

Did he hear correctly? Hayato had chocolate for him, but didn’t dare to give it to him? Did he actually say that? Agh! The damn tickling keeps making it hard to concentrate!

“Stahahap!” Hayato gasps sharply when Ryuuichi suddenly breaks free from his tight hold, his hands immediately flying to his shoulders, wrestling him down until he’s the one straddling him, pinning Hayato’s hands at both sides of his head.

“How did you-”

“You also had chocolate for me?”

Ryuuichi swears this is a dream. He just knows it should be a dream because right now there’s a light blush creeping all over Hayato’s cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. This must be a dream. But he’s not waking up.

“I didn’t make it myself,” Hayato explains, his voice just slightly raised in pitch, barely imperceptible to anyone but Ryuuichi

“…But yeah… I had some chocolate to you… I gave it to Taka, though, since you clearly didn’t want it.”

That indignant face made Ryuuichi laugh a bit.

“Kamitani Hayato, what were you doing to me?”

“I was tickling you.”

Ryuuichi chuckles.

“That you were doing, weren’t you?” Ryuuichi smiles fondly at him before a very crazy idea crosses his head.

“And why were you tickling me again?”

“Uh. Because you didn’t give me my… chocolate…? Wait! Waaait, no! Ack! Ka-Kahahash-shima!”

And so Ryuuichi grabs his chance to get some well-deserved revenge, by giving his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) a taste of his own medicine.

Epilogue (new)

"......Ryuuichi-sama."

Ryuuchi and Hayato are both sitting back in their seats, faces bright red as they awkwardly face Saikawa who came in to serve them their dinner.

They hadn't been fast enough to clean up their mess, as the room clearly gave traces of their messy tickle fight. Still, Saikawa merely gives them a judging stare and puts the food on the table.

"T-thank you," Ryuuichi says with a blush. He knows the tickle fight has left a smile on his face, and the moment his eyes lock with Saikawa's, he can see his dear butler relax and smile.

"It seems you are enjoying yourself. Well, bon appétit," Saikawa says gently, and he leaves the room again.

"Don't worry. I don't think he knows..." Hayato says abruptly.

"K-knows what?" Ryuuichi asks with a blush.

"That I totally tickled you to death just now."

"O-oi! I tickled you too!"

"I totally won, though."

"You did not!"

They both start laughing, and Ryuuichi can't help but feel filled with relief, love, and happiness.

"Let's dig in!"

#reupload #collab #gakuen babysitters #hayaryuu #tickling #tickle fic #kamitani hayato #kashima ryuuichi #otomiya!writes

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bluelavendre · 23 days ago

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Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 6: "Hana's Return"

The sun is beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the abandoned school grounds. The group is gathered in the gymnasium, strategizing about their next steps, when a familiar voice breaks through the heavy silence.

"Well, well, looks like everyone’s still alive."

Everyone’s heads snap toward the entrance, where Hana stands, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her clothes are disheveled, her hair tangled from the chaos of the past few days, but there’s a smug grin plastered across her face.

You freeze, unsure whether to feel relief, frustration, or something else entirely.

"Where the hell have you been?" RM demands, standing up from where he was sitting. His tone is a mix of anger and concern, the question hanging in the air like an unspoken accusation.

Hana just shrugs, strolling into the room like nothing’s wrong. "I’ve been... around. Had to take care of a few things, you know?" Her eyes flicker to Taehyung, who stands nearby, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. "I didn’t think you’d miss me that much."

A silence falls over the group, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

"You could’ve at least checked in," Jin says, his voice tight with frustration. "We were worried, Hana."

"Oh, please," she dismisses, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I’m fine. You’re all acting like I’m some fragile little thing who needs babysitting. I’ve got things handled."

There’s a note of condescension in her voice that rubs you the wrong way.

Hana moves closer to the group, her eyes briefly scanning each of them, lingering on Jungkook and Taehyung before landing on you. "And look at you, Y/N. Still playing the hero, huh?" she says with a sly smile. "How charming."

You clench your fists, resisting the urge to snap back at her. "What’s that supposed to mean, Hana?"

"Nothing," she says innocently, but you can tell it’s anything but. "Just that you’re always trying to be the center of attention. You know, you’ve got all these guys fawning over you. It’s kind of cute, actually."

The way she says it—mocking and playful—makes something inside you twist. You glance at the guys, seeing the mixed expressions on their faces. Some look uncomfortable, others are clearly unsure of what to make of her sudden reappearance.

Hana tilts her head, her eyes narrowing as she scans you. "You know, I was just thinking... maybe I should start making myself more... available. For the boys, I mean. They’ve been so stressed, don’t you think?"

Your stomach churns at her words. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her act like this, but it’s different now. The stakes are higher, the tension thicker. Hana’s behavior is starting to feel like more than just her usual attitude—it feels like a deliberate attempt to undermine the fragile balance you’ve worked so hard to maintain with the group.

Taehyung steps forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you really trying to say, Hana?"

Hana’s lips curl into a smirk, but she’s not fooling anyone. "I’m just saying... you all have a lot of energy to burn. And maybe I can help you with that. It’s not like you need to be so uptight all the time." She flicks her hair again, this time directing her attention to Jungkook, who shifts uncomfortably at her gaze.

You see it—the subtle way Hana is trying to play the boys against each other. She’s always been the type to stir the pot, to make everything about her and her supposed "superiority." But now, with the danger of the apocalypse constantly looming, it feels like a game she’s playing at the expense of the group’s unity.

Hana notices the growing tension, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "What? Are we not allowed to have a little fun in this hellhole? You all look like you could use a distraction. Why don’t I lighten the mood?"

Jungkook looks at you, his expression conflicted. He’s uncomfortable, clearly caught between his loyalty to you and Hana’s flirtations.

"Y/N," he says softly, his eyes searching yours. "I—"

But Hana cuts him off, stepping closer to him and putting a hand on his arm. "You don’t have to worry about her, Jungkook. She’s fine. She’s always fine, isn’t she?" She glances at you, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Don’t let her make you feel guilty. She’s got everything under control."

You can’t take it anymore. Every word out of Hana’s mouth is like a jab, digging at your nerves until you can’t ignore it. The constant tension, the way she flirts with the boys like they’re prizes to be won, and the way she undermines everything you’ve been trying to build—all of it makes your blood boil.

"Enough!" you finally snap. Your voice cracks under the strain, but it’s enough to silence the room. "Stop acting like this is some damn game, Hana. This isn’t a ‘pick-me’ contest. We’re trying to survive, and you’re just making everything worse."

Hana’s eyes widen for a moment, as if she didn’t expect you to stand up for yourself. But then she recovers, her smirk returning. "Oh, I’m sorry. Was I making you feel uncomfortable?" she says sweetly, though her tone is anything but. "Maybe I should just keep my distance, then. Wouldn’t want to be in the way of your precious little team."

The sarcasm in her words only makes you more furious. "You think I’m the problem here? You’re the one making things worse, Hana. You’re not helping, you’re causing division."

Jin steps forward, his voice stern. "We need to focus on getting out of here. If you’re not going to help, then stay out of the way."

Hana’s face hardens at his words, but she doesn’t say anything. She looks around the room, her eyes narrowing as she registers the disappointment in everyone’s faces.

"Fine," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ll just leave you all to your little hero complex then. You’re right, I’m not helping. I’m just trying to survive. But if you want to keep pretending everything’s fine while you play house in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, be my guest."

Hana storms out of the gymnasium, slamming the door behind her. The room remains silent, the air thick with unresolved tension.

"She’s not wrong," Jimin says quietly, looking at the door Hana just exited through. "We’re all trying to survive, and sometimes we get caught up in the mess of it all."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "I know, but it doesn’t help when she’s making everything harder. I don’t know what’s worse—fighting zombies or fighting each other."

"Hey," RM says, giving you a reassuring look. "We’ll figure it out. We always do. We just have to stick together, no matter what."

But as the group nods in agreement, you can’t help but wonder how much longer the fragile peace will last—especially with Hana stirring things up again.

To be continued…

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shutupineedtothink · 3 months ago

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Revised Trial theory post Ep. 5

GodDAMN it yall.

This show just won't stop the twists and turns, so my brain's not stopping either.

I got another one for ya. Still going with my maiden, mother, crone framework, slightly revised.

Spoilers and potential spoilers below the cut!

So shout out to the Previewed boys for their YouTube reaction to this ep and getting my gears turning when Adam said, oh, they didn't change the aspect ratio for this trial. 👀👀👀 Meaning it’s not a real Trial. Man doesn't know what he got me into.

Okay here's the deal, I think this is a "false" trial created by the Seven to punish Agatha. That's what they want, right? It accounts for a lot of the stuff we saw in the trial not quite matching the previous trials, and where we left things as well. If this was a real Trial, and we’re going with the Road wants to help these women overcome their trauma, (as happened with Jen and Alice), then Agatha definitely didn’t get a true trial. There was no opportunity for her to overcome anything here, just pain and trauma. Her getting out of the trial depended completely on the mercy of others, not anything in her control, unlike the previous trials.

Narratively, it also means that Agatha, our main, gets essentially TWO trials to flesh out her character and backstory more. Probably one to address her OG coven and her mom, as we saw in ep 5, and one to address what happened with Nicky and Rio.

Here’s the breakdown:

We start the ep running away from the Seven. Everything through the broom chase is “real.” Then right before they get into the house, everyone flies through the bees/bugs Seven member, led by Agatha. This is when the false trial starts/everyone is trapped in an illusion designed to punish Agatha, created by the Seven. They all run into the house but the Seven don’t follow, because they’ve trapped them.

The house to me reads as probably a version of the one Agatha grew up in with her mom, covered in an 80s disguise. Why would the Seven match the 80s theme? Because it’s fun, don’t read into it too much. We move along.

Once everyone starts looking around, Agatha suddenly looks scared, and like she recognizes the space. Like it’s haunting her.

When Rio laughs and says it’s Agatha’s trial, and clocks the Blood moon, it’s not because of what Lilia explains after. She laughs because she knows they’re in a trap created by the Seven, as indicated by the Blood moon (so they are still on the Road technically, typically the trials have transported us “off” the road somehow), and possibly she recognizes the house as well. The Seven would trap Agatha in a version of her own childhood home, a home they all probably knew well, and Rio would find that funny. I think we have to remember that Rio always knows the truth of what’s going on. She knows the truth about Agatha, the truth about Teen, she even knows the Seven are coming before Lilia says anything. If she’s not omniscient she’s damn close to it.

(Side note here: it also bugged me that we didn’t have a scene at the door to the house like with the other trials, where they clock the moon phase and the element of the trial. I waved it off initially since they were running to get there and we didn’t have time, but now I think it’s another sign that points to a false trial. We need to see that door for it to be a true Trial.)

Lilia says her thing about the Blood moon, and Rio, basically as a joke, she’s pretending to be like a radio announcer when she says “And who better than someone who’s put so many in the grave.” She KNOWS. She’s referring to Agatha killing the Salem coven, and moderating this false trial like it’s a fucking tennis match between Agatha and the Seven. Also she’s taunting Agatha to confront this aspect of herself, that she believes she’s an evil monster just like the Seven do. But I digress.

We do the Mrs. Hart gag because let Kathryn Hahn cook! I thought that impression was pretty good too girl.

Now here’s where we get into it for real. They do the ouija for real, and the first thing it spells is DEATH. As I mentioned in my “we’re still in the trial” post, once they call upon death, and Rio laughs, everything after that is her game as well. It’s a trap from the Seven, but they’ve acknowledged that she’s in on the joke, and maybe even kind of on their side a bit. She wants to punish Agatha too, in some ways, and she’s definitely playing both sides. But that isn’t going to last. By the way, there is a .2 second shot where Agatha reproachfully glances at Rio before she laughs, just so you know that.

Okay so the Seven want to punish Agatha, we get the possession, some of the funniest delivery I’ve ever heard from Aubrey Plaza with the “woah! what’s she doin, where’s she goin” like it still makes me laugh, and Evanora appears. At first I thought Rio made this happen on some level, even though she hates ghosts, to literally make Agatha confront her past. But now I think this was a pull from the Seven, and this is the first time Rio is really not on board with how events are unfolding seeing as she yells, “yeah well her mother can’t have her,” and “NO, NO WAY” with her whole goddamn chest. I love it so much.

Anyway, we get what Evanora says to Agatha, and Rio’s dismayed reaction. She’s done with the fun now and pissed at everyone involved. Jen wants to leave Agatha behind, Teen doesn’t, Agatha gets possessed again, Alice tries to save her, Agatha steals her power and kills her, cut off just before Teen yells Nicholas Scratch and we hear the gut wrenching, mama, stop! Now this is interesting, because I think Nicholas’s spirit was NOT part of the Seven’s plan. He scurried through and tried to help his mom, but she was too far gone already. Eh, or maybe it was another move to torture Agatha, because it definitely works. And she still kills Alice.

Ok, Alice dead, Teen mad, Agatha runs away because the Seven’s torture is hella working. She’s wrecked, and her new coven hates her, when not one episode ago they seemed to be genuinely bonding. Rio stares after her in disappointment, because Agatha’s not fighting back. She’s not defending herself. She’s just accepting what she’s always seen as her fate (and what the Seven believe about her too): she’s evil.

Now we’re “back” on the Road. The color grading is SO off, again meaning not the real Road, we’re still trapped in the Seven’s spell. Agatha tries use her newly gained powers, and they just poof into dust. She’s still powerless, so she killed Alice for nothing. More punishment.

Teen comes out and goes after her. She’s vulnerable with him, tells him a huge Truth about her that she can’t control her power, and he denies her. Punishment again. You’re so much like your mother. Her evil persona comes out to defend her and emotionally attack Teen, and yet this one statement is also possibly the ultimate punishment: that boy isn’t hers, and she knows for sure because he said Nicky’s name, otherwise the sigil would have prevented it. Which means he’s the son of her sort-of arch nemesis, who trapped her in a hex for three years and still called herself a hero. (Until she wasn’t, obviously.) No shade on Wanda from me, but it’s what Agatha thinks. Mostly though, I think she’s just gutted that he isn’t Nicky.

Then the ultimate ultimate punishment. Teen, her not-son turned enemy’s son, attacks her, using her own coven to try to kill her (AGAIN) by throwing her in the mud.

Now… Teen killing Lilia and Jen… I’m not sure if that’s still part of the Seven’s trap. Has his power, even the illusion of his power, rapidly spun this out of control? Or did they want to kill Lilia and Jen too? Idk. It’s up in the air, for now.

And of course, during all of this, Rio is nowhere to be found. Maybe she’s dealing with the ghost… or maybe she ejected herself from the illusion already to go after the Seven. 👀 Remember, she knows what’s going on the whole time. Maybe after Alice’s death, and Agatha running away, she was finally like ok, playtime’s over, time to go knock some heads. 🤷‍♀️ I’d love to fucking see it. Can you imagine that as an opening scene? I want to see her WRECK them.

Where does this leave us at the top of ep 6? Well, if Rio has broken out of the illusion already, maybe we can assume that Agatha and then Lilia and Jen being thrown into the mud is actually Rio getting them out too. The Earth is her domain. So was that her getting them out of the Seven’s illusion, and they’ll emerge on the real road? Is Alice really dead? Will they have to save Teen/Billy?

However it happens, let’s say they all get out of the trap, deal with the Seven (so they’re off the playing field now and we don’t have to worry about them coming back), and progress to the next trial, which is Agatha’s REAL trial that has to do with what happened to Nicky. Again, the Mother phase in maiden mother crone.

In conclusion, it’s a twofer. Oh yes.

Penny for your thoughts in comments!

(My money is on: Rio wrecks house with the Seven. Alice is still dead but we’re gonna get her back in Agatha’s real trial. When Teen/Billy comes to, he freaks out about what he did in the illusion, but Agatha reassures him that it wasn’t real, and he’s not evil, supporting him in the way her mother never supported her. It was all to punish her, it wasn’t really him. Don’t let anyone else make you the villain. Only you can decide who you are. — nice parallel there to Wanda’s big line from WV “I don’t need you to tell me, who I am.” Also, subtle dig at Multiverse of Madness. You know, something like that. Please, Jac?)

#agatha all along spoilers #agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha x rio #Rio Vidal #teen #billy maximoff #theory #fan theory #ep 5 theory #meta

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musicalmoritz · 6 months ago

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I am hopeful about how the anime will adapt TeruAoi

Hear me out, one of the most common complaints about the writing of the manga is that Teru’s crush on Aoi doesn’t make any sense. There’s still the possibility he could like Akane instead (or the even less likely possibility he could like both), but right now it’s strongly looking like his crush is Aoi. I know, I wanted gay people too, but this is what we’re working with. There are hints throughout the manga that he likes her, but most of those come in the form of jokes where he’s trying to get a rise out of Akane. That actually provides more evidence towards him liking Akane than Aoi, since in those scenes he’s focused on how Akane is feeling rather than Aoi herself. So if AidaIro intend on us to pick up on TeruAoi, they’ve done a very poor job. I’d argue that the ship thrives off of heteronormativity, most straight readers (and even many queer ones) will automatically assume Teru likes Aoi and not Akane simply because he’s a boy and she’s a girl. It’s a reasonable assumption, queer rep still isn’t common enough to be the default. But it’s not a great basis for building an actual relationship, even a one-sided one

Look at Kou and Nene, that’s a one-sided relationship that was written well while still making it clear who we’re supposed to be rooting for. TBHK isn’t a love triangle like Twilight, we’re not meant to have equal fuel for both sides because AidaIro ultimately care that we support HanaNene. Kou and Nene have had numerous scenes building their friendship and, by extension, Kou’s feelings for her. However, most of these scenes are intercepted by HanaNene and Mitsukou moments. Their most notable ship moment, the donut scene, was used so that Nene could cheer Hanako up. This method gives Kounene plenty of buildup to where Kou’s feelings for her make sense without disrupting either of the main pairings. It’s also remedied by the fact that Kou gets another love interest fairly early on, so he’s not stuck in the role of the “second choice” for long. That was never really part of his arc but I digress

A lot of my points here are up for interpretation or preference, some fans don’t have a problem with how TeruAoi has been built up. It’s not going to be engame, so some might even say it doesn’t matter. But with Teru’s feelings for her being such a consistent thing throughout the manga, I’d say it’s fairly important that they’re set up well. It’s central to the dynamic of the Sunflower Troupe too, which is even more important. Teru’s feelings for Aoi play into the Terukane rivalry that is so integral to their dynamic, and towards motivating Teru during the Red House arc. Keep in mind, if TeruAoi were well-written, the fandom wouldn’t be so divided on whether or not Aoi is Teru’s crush

There is still the chance that it’s been kept vague for a reason and Teru is actually gay. Please AidaIro it’s not too late-

Despite the negative tone of everything you just read, I love TeruAoi. I’m content with it being canon, although I would rather have Terukane if I’m being honest. I’m a multishipper though, so I want to make it clear that I am by no means a TeruAoi hater. On the contrary, I think they have a lot of potential, and I hope the anime doesn’t waste the opportunity to explore that. So onto the actual point of this rant

THIS CHAPTER. The one that somewhat salvaged TeruAoi’s lazy writing. The chapter that brought TeruAoi shippers rain after a drought. We’re going to see it animated in October. And I am going insane over that

The anime is known for being a poor adaptation of the manga, but in my opinion it has its benefits and its drawbacks. One of the biggest drawbacks is Teru, they completely cut out the arc that delves into his childhood and dynamic with Kou. We lost a lot of his characterization and he essentially became a background character. My boy deserves better than that. But the two new trailers showed a lot of Teru from what I remember (it’s impossible for me to miss my king), and I’m taking that as a sign that they’ve realized his potential as a character. We might get the Young Exorcist arc in season 2, since it’s incredibly important to Kou and Teru’s development both as characters and as a sibling dynamic. This might be wishful thinking but now that they realize people like this series and want to see more of it, maybe they’ll start doing the side characters justice

One of the good points, and this is going to be very controversial, is AoiAoi. The number one complaint I’ve seen about the anime (besides the exclusion of the Young Exorcist arc), is that they nerfed Akane. I disagree. Yes, anime Akane is nothing but a goofy looking nerd who simps for Aoi, but that’s essentially what his character was in the first few arcs of the manga. They adapted him accurately for what they covered. You could just as well complain that Aoi is nothing but Nene’s popular best friend in the anime. That’s true, but only because they haven’t gotten to the Grim Reaper arc yet. The anime notoriously didn’t get to the Clock Keepers arc, but since we’re getting that in season 2, we’ll be seeing a lot more of anime Akane soon. And I don’t think he’s going to disappoint

“But how did they do AoiAoi well if they didn’t adapt much?” I’m so glad you asked. Not many people have pointed this out, but the anime clearly favored AoiAoi in comparison to the other side characters. They added in a lot of scenes that weren’t in the manga, such as their interaction in the garden and the “I’d cut off my own head” scene. I can’t remember them adding in many other scenes, besides Yako’s backstory, so they must have wanted some fan service. The anime really leans into the romance element (for better or worse), which is where I think they could do right by TeruAoi

We’ll be getting the iconic convenience store chapter in October, before season 2 of the anime comes out. This means we’ll get a meaningful TeruAoi moment animated before any meaningful AoiAoi moments have been animated, though AoiAoi has already been setup through the first seasons of TBHK and ASHK. So anime-onlys already know Akane and Aoi have feelings for each other, but before that gets explored in a serious manner, they’ll learn that Teru also potentially has feelings for Aoi. This is good, this will put the idea in viewers heads that Teru likes Aoi before he even jokes about liking her in the main series. The first time his feelings were mentioned in the manga was during the exam chapter, and that won’t get animated until season 3 or 4. So until then, they’ll already have the concept of TeruAoi. And they’ll be introduced to that concept through a serious episode rather than a gag scene of Teru threatening Akane

This will set up the group dynamic well while still upholding AoiAoi as the one we’re supposed to root for. They were established first, and we’ll get more insight into Akane’s feelings during the Clock Keepers arc. It won’t come at the expense of AoiAoi, but we’ll be shown a more serious TeruAoi scene to build them up as competition. That will balance out the two dynamics

I’m also hoping they add in a few scenes of TeruAoi the way they did with AoiAoi. The two aren’t really friends until the Grim Reaper arc, but they could throw in a few gag scenes of Teru sucking up to Aoi the way he’s mentioned to do in the manga. A scene of him being overly friendly to her in the hallway, offering to help her carry her bag, etc. And she could still shut him down in a polite way so they don’t lose the dynamic they have in the manga. I wouldn’t want them to do too much or give more confirmation of Teru’s feelings than we get at that point in the manga, but a few filler scenes could really help to build their relationship. At the very least, it would help Teru’s feelings make sense. But I’m already very optimistic since the TeruAoi episode of ASHK is already going to give Teru’s feelings more grounding. Releasing it before the two of them interact/mention each other in the main anime is honestly the best decision they could have made. It will be pleasantly unexpected to anime-onlys who haven’t seen the characters interact before and don’t know what their relationship is in the manga

Anyways, I know a lot of people are freaking out about the anime getting a season 2 (and I understand why), but I’m trying to stay hopeful. The first season was bad, but it’s a good introduction to the series. It was how I got into tbhk, and I felt it was a good start. It was enough to get me hyperfixated after just a few episodes so it’s not THAT bad (okay, it’s kinda bad). But they still have time to fix the major mistakes they made in season 2, as long as we get the Young Exorcist arc. And either way, ASHK is going to be delightful

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randomgurl2326 · 1 year ago

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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 1: Platform 9 3/4

Harry Potter Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Moodboards

Welcome back to Andromeda and Perseus: Destined, I am so ready to continue this crazy journey. This story will of course have lots of angst, smut, and fluffiness. Thank you guys for reading this story and trusting me💚💜

September 1st, 1991 Y/N and Mattheo’s Room, Malfoy Manor

Years passed, and things had changed for the Core Four. Each had grown and gotten their own personality; Mattheo was the fight starter (they found this out when one day the four were wandering around Diagon Alley and some kid a year younger than them pushed Mattheo. He wasn’t having it. Mattheo was also eight at the time), Draco was the dramatic one (his flair for unneeded fashion and over-the-top monologues and complaints explained that for itself), Theo turned into a shyer, studious boy only really talking much with his close friends (this only happened when his mother had died a year after the Infamous Day of Tag), and Y/N… well Y/N was stuck between fear of her father returning and acting like the perfect pure-blooded princess and turning to what the muggles called ‘punk’. So, as to say, much had changed.

Recently, the Core Four received their Hogwarts letters. Speaking of which, the twins were currently–excitedly–packing their trunks. The sounds of hushed whispers and the click-clacks of their trunks being filled to the brim with personal items and closed filled the otherwise quiet room.

The twins' room was humongous, each half of the room was completely different. Mattheo’s side was stuffed with Quidditch posters of whatever team he had deemed acceptable enough of his attention this season, a window next to his messy bed, and a half-empty walk-in closet that usually held his broom and his multitudes of fancy robes that Draco had convinced him were fashionable.

Y/N’s half of the room on the other hand was tidy to an extreme extent. Her walls were covered in posters for The Weird Sisters, The Cauldron Stirrers, and (her personal favorite, though muggle-linked) Mötley Crüe. Y/N had more memorabilia than Mattheo did, her desk and nightstand riddled (ha! See what I did there? No? Okay…) with enchanted polaroids she took with Theodore, Mattheo, and Draco (mostly with Theo). Her bed–unlike Mattheo’s–was neat and made, she also had drapes over her bed.

“Y/N/N, I swear if you don’t stop going on about how History of Magic or Ancient Runes is gonna be the most fun at Hogwarts, I will Avada myself,” the voice of little Mattheo Riddle clearly agitated at his sister’s ramblings.

“Mattheo, you clearly don’t understand the-” the younger Riddle’s voice is cut off as Draco comes barreling inside with his bursting trunk, and bleached blond hair.

“What does Matty not understand? Other than the obvious of course,” with his words he gets yells of protest from the older twin and a pillow to the face. “Just telling the facts!”

Y/N laughs at the two boys antics, “My nimrod of a brother simply cannot comprehend the sophisticality of what Hogwarts has to offer.”

Mattheo mimics her words wordlessly and groans closing his trunk. Draco decides to speak up, “No surprises there, he couldn’t tell the difference between a werewolf and a puppy.” Again, a pillow is thrown at the blond’s face. “Again, facts… Anyways, I thought your,” Draco points to Y/N, “favorite part of leaving for Hogwarts would be seeing your best friend again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Obviously, but the academic parts of Hogwarts can’t be ignored. Over the summer, I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A Hist-” Mattheo interrupts his little sister, rolling his eyes, “We know, you haven’t put the bloody thing down.”

The Riddle girl glares at her brother, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A History, and it says that the enchanted paintings inside of Hogwarts have receptive and cognitive memories, meaning they remember everything from any previous year they’ve been hung and enchanted inside of the castle. And the ghosts have stories of the time even before the infamous Wizarding-Muggle War of 1408. They’ll have so much to tell from what they’ve seen.” Y/N’s eyes lit up as she talked so passionately about what she’s learned over the past summer. She was especially excited to tell a certain Italian boy what she had read.

Draco and Malfoy give each other a look at what the girl had been going on about. Out of the two boys, the latter decides to pipe up first, “Oh, yes, so very riveting. I’m sure Rita Skeeter will love to-”

“Children! Time to go,” the saccharine voice of Narcissa Malfoy calls to the children. The three eleven-year-olds beem to eachother and pick up their trunks to run down the stairs.

As they race to the landing they come face-to-face with the motherly face of Mrs. Malfoy, and the emotionless face of Mr. Malfoy. Narcissa walks towards the children and leads them with her arms across their backs. “We’ll be apparating to the platform, darlings. Have you three got everything?” The three children nod excitedly.

Lucius’–the long-haired vulture–voice rings out, “Very well then. Let’s get going, can’t be seen when the filthy mudbloods start to show.” At this, Narcissa gave her husband a disapproving look at his choice of words.

“Everyone hold each other's hands, come now,” at her motherly voice, everyone comes together to attach to the patriarch to apparate, whether begrudgingly or not.

September 1st, 1991 Platform 9 ¾

The children all gasped at the look of the red and black train, all three in awe. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy let go of the children and turned to them. “I want you three to have the best first year at Hogwarts, you hear me,” a rare smile graced Narcissa’s face as she addressed the children, “make sure not to get into too much trouble, and take care of each other no matter where you are or who you’re with. I need you three to stay true.” Narcissa kneels down to give all three of them a much-needed hug, all accepting the form of affection.

The four of them pull away, “Do you promise me, my darling?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Of course, Cissy.”

“You know it.”

The chorus of the three children almost made the tears lining Cissa’s eyes almost threatened to spill over, “Good.” She turned to her husband and whispered, “Say goodbye to the children, Lucius.”

Lucius grunted and addressed the children, “Yes, well, enjoy the year children. Be on your best behavior.” At the words, Draco hugged his father’s legs unexpectedly. Lucius moved backward at the sudden feeling and patted his son’s back and for a split second affection seemed to come across his face. This time it was Draco’s turn to speak, “I’ll miss you, Father.” The older blond gently moved his son off of him and faintly smiled at him, “I… I’ll miss you as well, Draco.”

Draco smiled and stepped back to the smiling twins. “Well, my darlings, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

Y/N and Mattheo smile, “We’ll see you again in the summer, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Y/N/N and Theodore will keep us in check,” Mattheo’s words followed with a mischievous smirk and nudged his sister, “Isn’t that right, Y/N/N.”

Y/N scoffs at her brother’s words, “I just hope you and Draco won’t need to be kept in check. Maybe with Harry Potter in our year it’ll give you some incentive to do so.” At her words, the infamous Riddle smirk comes through.

“Right, you are, dear Y/N/N. Now, off you go. You must be so excited, I know I was,” the motherly Malfoy chuckles and prompts the children, “Go on and have fun, be safe!”

“Farewell, children. We will see you again at Christmas,” with the words of the long-haired Malfoy, he and Narcissa apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

“Alright, cousins, let’s go find a nice spot on the train,” with Draco’s beckoning the twins followed. All three turned, following Draco to get on the train. Once inside, they start walking through the overflowing paths through the train car. Amidst the crowd of students on the train, a mop of brown curls stands out to the younger Riddle twin,

“Teddy!”

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Yes! The second (technically first) chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined is up! I'm so hyped!

Also, I'm sorry that I got this out a little late, I know I said I would be updating every Sunday, but my Tumblr drafts on mobile stopped working so that was really shitty. But, I did get it out nonetheless, so I call that a win. Also, I had robotics comp yesterday and we fucked up majorly, especially in software (which is what I am), and I was pretty pissed about that.

Anyway, here is chapter one of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined! I hope you enjoy it, and please send feedback🙏. I love you all!!!💚💜

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