#to try to explain the situation but maybe they figured it out themselves???

[c4toru]

BLOWING OFF STEAM !

Sypnosis : you’re on the brink of failing and in desperate need of a tutor. nerd!suguru is here to save the day! what happens when you find the nerdy perv a bit cute..— what?

Warnings : 18+ content, female reader, switch!reader, switch!geto, pervy suguru, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex ( m + f receiving ), cowgirl position, panty sniffing, etc.

WC : 2.7k

a/n : i hope you all like this !! i’ve had nerd!suguru on my brain for a while, nobody ever writes him this pathetic, c4toru is here to save the day! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ minors & ageless blogs dni

“fuck..” you grumble, you had just received a passive email from your statistics professor informing you that your grades have dropped severely in the past couple of weeks. he was concerned with the fact that this continuous behavior could lead to you failing his class, insisting that you give tutoring a try. you run your hands through your sleek hair, leaning far back into your chair before sighing noisily.

you always had a tough time with maintaining decent grades, especially in courses as complicated as statistics. it was a class that always left you feeling extremely stagnant. you don’t know anyone in your class but you do in fact briefly recall your professor naming one particular man as his top student.

suguru geto wasn’t necessarily intimidating, he seemed very welcoming and kind! well, at least he portrayed that side of himself to you. you had once done a quick in-class study session together as part of an assignment, he was exceptionally shy but not a total freak. the rest of your classmates tended to avoid associating themselves with him, not wanting to be labeled as a friend of the peevish and perfectionist nerd.

you dragged your hands down your face before slouching over your laptop once more. you figured one study session with him wouldn’t be the end of the world, very much awkward but not a total disaster. your nails hit the keyboard, quickly typing until you’ve scrounged up a coherent email explaining your situation. you began skimming through the bold text, your eyes gliding across the luminant screen before clicking ‘send’.

it feels as though an additional weight has been added to your workload. you stretch your limbs, pressing your lips together before raising yourself out of your seat. you turn, heading to your bed when you hear a raucous noise coming from behind you. ding

sugurugeto : of course i can help. although, the library tends to be too crowded for me to focus.. could we study at your place? | 10:05pm

you stare at the screen for a while, narrowing your eyes, bringing your hand up to your frazzled face, harshly pressing it to your forehead. “is he fucking serious..?” you whine, letting a random nerd from your statistics class into your dorm room, were you crazy..? you contemplate your next move, going through numerous situations as you play them all out in your head. “ugh maybe i am crazy,” you groan while you type away at your computer, clicking send on your message reluctantly.

y/n : that’s understandable, if you don’t have any other study locations in mind then we could do so at my place. thank you for the help! | 10:15pm

sugurugeto : does tomorrow at 6pm sound good for you? | 10:16pm

y/n : that sounds good. i’ll send you my address, thank you | 10:23pm

you shut your laptop, refraining from relishing in this strange moment. you now have a study period tomorrow with suguru geto, you figured it wouldn’t be too bad. little did you know, suguru had the biggest crush on you. he had been eyeing you ever since you stepped through the door to your shared class. the tiny skirts you wore perfectly showed off your soft and delicate legs, always causing his mouth to water. the singular time you had spoke to him, he swore he was dreaming.. how could a pretty girl like you ever come near him?

when he received your email, he swears his heart stopped beating. was it some sort of scam or even worse, were you hacked..? he truly couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. he felt the butterflies in his stomach as his entire body shook like a leaf in the wind while he typed up his message.

when he suggested he go over to your place, it was partially true! crowds did frighten him a bit.. though, he did love the library. truthfully, he just wanted to see you in what he calls ‘your natural form’. — god what a loser. despite everything, even if you weren’t enthusiastic about your upcoming meetup with him, suguru was sure ready for your little study date, at least that’s what he viewed it as.

the following morning came and went hastily meanwhile you prepare yourself as well as your dorm for quite the guest. you whip your head towards your clock, its 6:15pm, where is this guy..?— ding! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ you swiftly move towards the door, taking in a shaky breath before opening your room door with a soft smile.

“hello! i thought you might’ve gotten lost.. hah..uhh come sit!” you awkwardly motion towards your desk, you pull a chair out for him before subtly staring him down. he looked surprisingly normal, his outfit was fairly casual but his hair wasn’t tied up in his usual bun. his hair looked soft as it gently caressed his facial features, were his cheeks always so toned.. god his glasses really do make his nose look deli—

“y/n..? where did you want to start?” he repeated, dragging you out of your trance. “oh! anywhere, you can lead the pace.” you reply, shooting him a soft smile out of reassurance. you both settle in and get to work, hours going by as he grills you on multiple different lessons. you lean back in your chair letting out an exasperated sigh, “can we take a break please.. i might go crazy if i don’t,” you pout, eyebrows slightly raising when you hear his smooth laugh while he agrees in amusement.

“why don’t you leave your hair like this more often hmm?” you tease, twirling a small snippet of it with your fingers. his face flushes a bright red before wrapping his fingers around your wrist, halting your movements. “oh! i’m sorry i didn’t realiz—” . . . “can i kiss you?” he replies abruptly, he has a pathetic look on his face, almost like he’s begging.

“what..?” you question, you’re frozen with wide eyes. you’re shocked to say the least, suguru wasn’t necessarily hard to look at. he had a pretty face to him, a sharp jawline, and lustful purple eyes that really drag you in. “i- you’re just so pretty! a-and i’ve never been alone with a girl like this before..” he stutters shyly, you sort of feel bad for the guy. it’s clear how much of a virgin he is, you can’t recall a time where he’s even looked in a girls direction!

“seriously.. hah- just one time okay? i’m only doing this as a ‘thank you’ alright.” he nods excitedly, staring at you with longing puppy dog eyes. you remove his glasses, setting them on the desk before cupping his face gently with both of your hands as you pull him in and give him a soft kiss. you felt his breath hitch as you both pull back slightly, he looks away quickly while using both of his hands to cover his. . . crotch?

“don’t look!” he pleads, shifting his body away from you. you’re taken aback by his sudden tone of voice as well as his humiliated body language. your eyes narrow in on him, “suguru.. are you hard?” you ask, his face is tomato red and his eyes are wide like a deer in the headlights. he quickly grabs his glasses and his book bag that’s hanging on your chair before attempting to bolt for the door. “wait!” you yelp, grabbing his arm as you try to pull him back, “i-i’ll help you, just sit back down.”

you have no idea what’s gotten into you, all you can focus on is the fact that this nerdy perv is now sitting on your bed with his pants off as you’re on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with doe eyes. his shirt is lifted and the hem is tucked into his mouth. your hands reach for the waistline on his boxers, slowly pulling them down when his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. he’s whimpering while you stare intensely at his pretty curve and pink mushroom tip, pressing your thighs together at the pure sight of his lengthy cock.

“m’gonna touch you kay?” your lip is tucked between your teeth while he nods expectantly. you smear the pre-cum forming on his slit, a wad of spit leaving your mouth and dripping right on the head of his cock. your hand soon envelopes his tip, moving up and down in a twisting motion that causes his hips to buck.

“nngh- f-feels so good,” suguru whined, letting go the hem of his shirt as he brings a hand up to cover his lewd expressions. you bring your mouth to his cock head before pursing your lips, letting an obscene amount of spit dribble all the way down his shaft. he lets out a wet moan at the sight.

you’re planting harsh kisses down his length, licking and sucking periodically around his base. “want you to use my mouth kay? just want you t’a feel good,” you say seductively, licking your lips before you engulf his cock into your mouth, tongue flicking against his frenulum. “f-fuck! so w-warm.. nngh please!” he pleads, his heavy hand softly caressing your head as you began bobbing your head up and down on his hefty cock.

your hands firmly grip his thighs as he bucks his hips up further into your mouth causing you to gag, throat tightening around his shaft, earning an elated moan from him. “c-can i fuck your mouth p-please..?” he needly asks, eyebrows furrowed while he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. you stare up at him, batting your long eyelashes when you nod, humming around him.

he’s rutting his hips into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat deliciously. “y-yeah take it.. hah” he grumbles, you’re being starved for breath as spit drips all over the base of his cock, traveling down to his balls. “m’gonna cum! w-where do i—” he whines, you push his hands off and take initiative, suckling on his flushed tip while your free hand strokes the rest of his length. “o. . oh f-fuck m’cumming! d-don’t stop ah!” he pleads, his hand covering his own mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he’s cumming down your throat. you moan at the action, eyebrows furrowed as you swallow his thick fluids.

you pull off his cock, he winces at the friction before you climb on top of him, pushing him against the mattress, giving him a rough kiss. your tongue prodding against his, spit connecting your lips when you pull back. “feel good sugu?” you smirk, your smitten expressions fall when he flips the two of you over. “i- i wanna taste you, can i?” he replies, pawing at the waistband of your sweatpants in desperation.

“do you even know what you’re doing..” you question him, unsure if you really want to continue this relationship. “well n-no! not yet. . but you can teach me! i’ll be good i promise.” he’s practically begging you with pathetic heart eyes. you’re just so cute, he doesn’t know how to act anymore. “ugh.. fine just go slow ‘kay?” you whisper, hands covering your face out of embarrassment.

he’s pulling your sweats down, tossing them in the corner of the room. you’re wearing these pastel pink panties with lace on the borders, small print of roses and hearts all across the front, a small white bow in the center. suguru feels lightheaded, he could probably cum untouched if he stared long enough. he caresses your thighs, spreading them apart slowly as you feel his hot breath flowing against your clothed cunt.

his tongue escapes his mouth, licking a long stripe from the outline of your hole up to your mound. you’re letting out soft moans while he leaves sweet delicate kisses on your covered clit.

his nose pressing up against your cunt as he’s sucking and licking the fabric. “hah.. you smell so delicious, think m’gonna go crazy,” he groans, tonguing your clit through the cloth, earning loud yelps from you. “nngh! you’re so n-nasty.. ah!” you cry, your hips jerking up into his face.

he hooks his two hands into your panties before dragging them down your legs, tossing them near his sweats, hoping he’ll be able to take them home as a souvenir. “be gentle, if you go too fast it won’t feel good..” you whimper as you widen your legs, a hand coming down to spread yourself open for him to see. his mouth is beginning to water as he inches closer towards your dripping cunt.

“stop staring! j-just do it already!” you mewl, your hands coming up to cup your perky breasts. he rubs his thumb on your puffy clit, gently spitting on it before giving it a long suck. he's planting sloppy kisses all over your cunt, from your labias to your twitching hole. “so sweet mmf..” he moans into your pussy, delving back into your wet folds.

“i-inside! put a finger inside- hah..nngh!” you cry out, needing more stimulation. he slowly inserts his middle finger into your sopping wet cunt, it’s going in with such ease despite how thick his fingers are. he’s in awe at how well your pussy his swallowing him before testing the waters and squeezing in another finger.

“y-you’re so tight.. does it hurt?” he asks worried, he’s slowly thrusting his fingers inside you, the pace is almost agonizing. “no just- p-please keep going.. nngh,” you shake your head, begging him to continue as you feel yourself getting closer.

he’s putting his parched lips back onto your swollen clit, sloshing his tongue against it as he pistons his digits deep inside you. “ff-fuuuckkk.. right there suguru! m’gonna- ah!” you yawp, thighs tightening around his head while your hands grab fist fulls of his hair.

your cunt is dripping your slick all over his face and he’s gulping up every last drop. he’s humming little ‘mhm’ s as you ride out your orgasm on his broad nose. he pulls his thick fingers out of you , you stare down at his disheveled face. his glasses are crooked, hair a complete mess with your juices covering his face.

you sit up, crawling towards him, latching your hands onto his shoulders and kissing his fucked out lips harshly. “want you so bad.., can i? please sugu..” now you’re the one pouting and begging him for more. of course he’s nodding in agreement, he could never turn down a pretty little thing like you especially when you’re pleading for his cock.

you’re pushing him against the bed, plump thighs straddling his hips. “lemme make you feel good sugu- hah,” you whine, stroking his heavy cock before lining him up with your warm entrance, sinking yourself down on him.

his hands find your hips, grabbing onto them for dear life as your pretty pussy sucks him in. “s-slow please, you feel so good mnngh!” he moans, your hips rocking into his viciously. your pace is already so deadly for him, a virgin former virgin at that. “fuckk y/n p-please! i can’t- shiiiit. . s-so good mmf!” he babbles before being silenced by your dainty palm.

“f-fuck..just shut up- nngh!” you mewl, one hand silencing him while the other digs into his chest. his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your sweet cunt milks him.

you’re letting out lewd moans meanwhile the melodious sound of skin slapping fills the room. your feet rest on top of his thighs, you’re bouncing up and down as your creamy pussy swallows his curvy cock justtt right.

your tired body leans flush to his chest, slowly grinding your hips together before you remove your hand from his mouth and landing a sloppy kiss to his lips. your tongues swirling together in unison, “wanna cum p-please y/n, wan’ it so bad nngh,” he cries, drawing a giggle out of you. how pathetic.

“yeah? c’mon give it to me big boy, want it all inside- hah..” you reply, biting your lip. he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist while he bucks his hips up into you, slick balls slapping against your ass. “ah! m’gonna cum sugu, r-right there!” you moan into the crook of his neck, leaving kisses behind his ear.

you finally gush all over him, your juices spraying all over his lower abdomen. “f-fuck you’re so tightt! m’cumming- hah.. mmf!” suguru rambles, his reddened tip releases thick white spurts into you as he pounds into your cervix. he’s cumming so hard he swears he’s seeing stars, only thing bringing him back down was your soft pleas for a kiss.

“kiss me suguru, p-please mmh,” you kiss him passionately, tongue moving its way throughout his mouth as you both grip onto each other, hungry for one another. you let go of him, caressing his pretty face before pulling apart to flop your body over next to him as you both struggle to catch your breath. you are sitting in comfortable silence until. .

“y/n? does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asks innocently, turning towards you, his thumb caressing your cheek.

you sigh, glueing your eyes shut. what a fuckin’ nerd

likes and reblogs are always appreciated! i might write little drabbles bout this duo in the future ^.^ their story definitely isn’t over.

[aurumalatus]

The new guy is hitting on you, and it’s awkward.

On any other day, you probably wouldn’t be too bothered—you’d engage in shallow small talk for a few minutes before your lunch break. But today is your presentation to the board, and these slides aren’t going to finish themselves.

“Are you listening?”

Your nail catches on the edge of the ‘w’ key on your keyboard, and you wince. It’s hard to type and try to focus on whatever nonsense he’s spewing at the same time.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

You’re not sorry, not even slightly, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Not when your coworker leans over your desk, tie dangling in front of your face as he eases the lid of your laptop shut.

“What the hell are you doing?” you splutter, completely baffled. He scoffs.

Guess the nice guy act ran its course, you think.

“You think you’re too good for me, huh? You’re just like all the other—“

“Did you get those slides finished or what? Seriously, my grandma could wrap this up faster. And she’s six feet under.”

You flinch at the new voice, and it’s Scaramouche that peeks his head past your office door. Assessing the situation—your coworker leaning over you and the snarl on your lip—he raises a brow.

“Akashi, what are you doing in here?” Scaramouche asks, arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe. “Last I checked, you have plenty of your own shit to figure out.”

Coughing awkwardly, Akashi (whose name you actually just remembered) lifts himself away from you.

“Was just checking on her work. Making suggestions.”

It makes you want to slap him. You’ve been here years longer than he has, so he has no business sticking his nose in your work.

Scaramouche seems to reach the same conclusion, based on the way he sighs, taking a few short steps toward the other man.

He claps a firm hand on Akashi’s shoulder, the other yanking on his tie—softly enough to pass for an adjustment, hard enough to imply a threat.

“Here’s a suggestion, then. Go fuck off to your own office and try doing some work for once. Don’t let me see you in here again.”

Scaramouche isn’t your boss, nor is he Akashi’s, but for the length of time he’s been here and the sway he holds in the office, he damn might as well be.

Akashi seems to take the hint, eyes downcast as he merely nods and scurries off. You and Scaramouche watch him as he goes, and after a beat of silence he turns to you next.

“And you,” he sighs, loosening his own tie around his neck. He usually wouldn’t be caught dead wearing one, but the importance of the presentation demanded it. “Get the slides done. You have two hours.”

He pauses mid-step when he turns to leave, casually tossing a granola bar and a warm bread bun on your desk.

Your eyes widen, trying to catch him as he walks out the door.

“Wait, I didn’t—“

“I bought two on accident,” he says, waving without looking back. “Just eat them. If you pass out during the presentation, it looks bad for me.”

And then he’s gone, and it’s quiet.

Truthfully, you wouldn’t even say that you and Scaramouche are friends—acquaintances at best, maybe. But he always seems to be looking out for you somehow.

Unwrapping the bread bun, you take a shallow bite.

It’s soft and fresh. But it doesn’t explain the thudding heartbeat in your chest.

[mintmatcha]

inevitable bonus content:

the infamous Christmas party. cw: mentions of drug use, depictions of abuse.

Two years before the story:

It's not that you're embarrassed of Touya, even though he wore the jeans you specifically told him not to, even though you explained it's a formal party. You're actually quite proud. Proud that he's chewing on nicotine gum, proud that he's slipping a second suboxone under his tongue. Recovery is slow and painful, and yet he's trying for you, trying again.

The event is loud enough that it sets your teeth on edge. All of your coworkers look different like this, in low light and nice clothes, like different versions of themselves, buzzing with excitement for the holidays and free food. Your dress isn't new, or particularly fancy. Neither of you fit in, you suppose. When you try to loop your arm into his, Touya shrugs you away with a scoff.

The restaurant Prome has rented for the evening is nice, way nicer than anything you could possibly afford. Usually, you wouldn't bother Touya with something like this, something so self serving, but... maybe you just wanted to pretend for an evening.

Touya had been gone for 21 days. It was supposed to be longer - the full 90 day program the doctor had recommended - but he had checked himself out early. Of course, Touya had claimed that it was for you. 'Knew you couldn't live without me, princess,' he had said. 'Knew you'd be happy to see me.' Seeing him did make you... Happy, you guess. He had gained a couple pounds that his frame had desperately needed and his dark circles were less concrete than they were before... and now you get to enjoy a night together. Sometimes, in situations like this, you have to dig to uncover the positives, but they are there, waiting to be uncovered.

"Don't drink too much, please," you say.

He shouldn't be drinking at all, but you're a realist and you're not ready for the inevitable fight that's brewing between you. Touya juts his tongue into his teeth and huffs out through his nose.

"Fine."

The withdrawal anger. You're used to it by now. It's his third time going through rehab and you swear it gets worse with every round, more angled and pointed, purposefully stabbing. Pain is sharpened into knife point and you're his favorite cutting board.

It's not actually him acting like this, you remind yourself. No, it's the pain, the need, the chills and aches he should be done with by now, but he never seems to shake. The Touya that loves you isn't the one who's currently sneering your direction, it's the Touya you're both trying to shake. Addiction is an illness, love is an affliction.

"This is a nice party," you comment.

"I said fine," Touya shoots you a look and you try to smile back. His scalp is stained blue, his hair freshly dyed. It matches the bright black tattoo on his neck, only a couple days healed. It's another fight you chose not to have; you can't say you're fond of it - this... shakily drawn skull thing that creeps down his jaw, snaking around his neck and down to his collarbone. Large swathes of skin are completely darkened and peeling, flaking off into his hairline. That thing certainly cost more money than he should have spent, especially since rehab costs came out of your pockets - but you suppose that you need to be grateful for anything that makes him happy.

As soon as you two settle into a table amongst the crowd, a familiar figure catches your eye. The man is tall, taller than you remember, with an upward turned mouth and wide, wild eyes. Your feel your expression light up and he looks you way, shining with the same excitement.

"Hey!" Your friend practically leaps across the room, dodging a couple of higher ups to slide by your side. As always, his blonde has is quaffed and gelled to perfection, piled into a swoop on his head. Somehow, he's gained more muscled since you'd last seen him; he had been some college football star in some southern school you can't remember the name of and he still carries himself with the same pride. "Good to see you!"

"Mirio!" As you go in for a handshake, Mirio misreads the gesture. He slips into you and squeezes, hugging you so fervently that he lifts you off of your feet-- and your stomach immediately sinks. The moment your feet find the floor again, you're quick to back away, but Touya is already up. He prowls in your peripheral, loaded, ready to strike, but you aren't sure where he's pointed. "Oh, I- uh-- uh. How's the PhD?"

"Difficult, but amazing," Mirio smiles a million watt smile. His cheeks are round and lovely with life; it makes your chest pang, but you're not sure why. "Did you just get here? Want me to grab you a drink? There's like little peppermint thing that's-"

Touya's hand clamps on the back on your neck-- that's the shoe you were waiting to drop. It's a warning, a leash and collar all in one: a reminder both for you and for Mirio. The grip isn't tight, but a thumb digs into the spot between muscles with a practiced accuracy, enough that you have to laugh awkwardly to play it off. Mirio was always going to be a problem; he's too nice, too charming. It was fun during work, when only the coffee machine could hear his silly little quips, but in real life....

"She can get her own drink."

From the corner of your eye, you can watch how Touya slides his tongue piercing across his lips, his jaw flexing hard. Mirio perks up with an alarmed expression and you almost start to assure him that it's okay, this is normal, but then Touya steps forward, leaving you no time to explain.

"Can't you, princess?"

Your body is immediately on spikes.

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, totally."

Both men watch you, both looking for something different, but you can't manage to impress either. Instead, you stand there, unable to people or please. The smile you offer is seasick, apologetic. Sorry that my boyfriend is like this, you hope Mirio reads. Sorry that let him do that, you hope Touya knows. The message doesn't seem to go through; the dark haired man rolls his eyes and sucks in air through his teeth with annoyance. His hand falls from you and you suck in a breath that you could have taken at any time.

"I'm getting a drink." Your boyfriend almost checks your shoulder as he passes, clumsily dipping in to whisper into your ear with a bitten sneer. "Take your fucking jaw off the ground."

Rehab was different this time. You keep telling yourself that.

"Um-" Mirio says uncomfortably, no longer smiling. You can't recall ever seeing his expression so pallid before, He shifts on the balls of his feet, glancing around as if wondering if anyone else had seen that interaction, but he seems to be alone in his worry. Good-- that's good. The alarm needs to be kept to a minimum because's there's truly nothing to be worried about. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry, he's just--" You're already following Touya, that leash between you dropped, but somehow taut. "He's having a bad day. I'll catch up with you in a little, okay?"

There's a creeping feeling in your throat that you'll never talk to Mirio again.

By the time you weave through the crowd behind your boyfriend, he's already saddled up at the bar. The woman he's next to is giving him an unsettled look and you pray that he didn't say anything to her. The drink in his hand is already drained, only ice clanking around as he turns to you with a chilled expression.

"Thought you'd be busy humping that guy's leg," Touya says,

There's a dry spot on your lips that you can't stop picking at with your teeth, even though the spot is tender and raw. "It's not like that."

"It's always fucking like that-- you're a fucking whore." He taps the glass against the Bar top to summon the bartender's attention. "Bet you're gonna have a headache when we get home though."

The thought of being touched sends a chill across your skin. No, you don't want to have sex tonight. The thought makes you ill. Why would you want to be touched? Ever since he's gotten back, Touya's been on a tear-

"I won't."

- but you make sacrifices for peace. You can handle a couple minutes if it makes the week go down easier.

"Whatever." Touya says. You don't miss the bartenders annoyed look when he makes his way over. "Another whiskey sour."

The sound doesn't even pass your lips before Touya responds.

"Don't nag me about my drinking. It's two drinks. I can have two drinks." The soggy colored beverage comes quick and he tips half of his drink down even quicker. Part of it dribbles down his chin and on to the irritated red skin of his overworked tattoo. "Hold this. I'm gonna go take a drag."

You open your hands and let him slot to glass into them. "I thought you were doing the gum instead."

"Oh, yeah." He jams his fingers into his mouth and pulls out the wad, jamming it to the edge of his cup. "Thanks for the reminder."

Touya stalks away, this time actually throwing a shoulder into yours as he passes. It's almost enough to knock you off of your balance, but you get a hand on the bar top just in time. Heels, you decide, are not your friend.

"Are you alright?"

Why do people keep asking you that? You glance up and realize it's another familiar face. One of the engineers, Mirio's old boss. It's hard to recognize him without his sunny yellow sweatshirt and usually three days of stubble, but you know it's Aizawa. It takes all of your will to offer his a sincere smile. It's not that you don't like the guy, but you don't really enjoy his company either. He's a bit of a recluse, only escaping his back office to snag a couple cups of coffee from the machine and scold the other engineers. From what you've gathered from Mirio, the man is actually kind of a big deal in the industry, but you aren't really sure why.

"Yeah. Yeah! Totally, yeah." You suck in your lips and they taste of copper; the spot you have been prodding has broken. Aizawa's neutral expression doesn't break.

"If-" he pauses himself. There's a quick, outward breath, not quite a sigh. "Hizashi is looking for you."

That's not what he was going to say, you think, but you aren't sure you want to know what he was really thinking. You're not sure you could handle an infamous rant or lecture, especially in front of all of these people. Actually, you think you'd prefer if the man never noticed you ever again and completely forgot about this interaction as a whole. Erase me and Touya from your memory, you try to psychically will.

He doesn't seen affected by your psyconic beams,m so you're forced to reply. "I'll find him, thanks."

.

When you finally run into Hizashi and Nemuri, you make sure to only hug her. Touya hadn't returned yet, but you still feel the needle prick of his attention, waiting to sink into the pincushion of your psyche. Most nights with him are good, but loving Touya is loving Russian Roulette; there's been too many quiet nights in a row, the bullet is coming and you aren't sure if you can dodge this one.

Hizashi is leaned across the table, lost in a work story. It's not as captivating as he thinks he is, but it's nice. Mundane is always a nice reprieve from it all. Your shoulders lose a bit of their tension as you relax into being here, with friends, with everyone-

"You're quiet tonight!" Hizashi suddenly gripes. "'muri, she's usually not this quiet. This girl is an absolute riot."

Despite yourself, you glitter a bit under the compliment. "I'm just a little tired."

"Don't be sorry!" Nemuri places her hand over yours waggling her eyebrows conspiratorially. "I thought your bad boy boyfriend was supposed to be here?"

"He is, somewhere," you say. "I have his drink. And gum."

"He gave you his gum?" Nemuri winks. "In like- a sexy way?"

"No!" you waggle his cup in the air as proof. "Is there even a sexy way to share gum?"

"Are you kidding? Anything can be sexy if you're dedicated."

A laugh bubbles out from you. Genuinely, you like Nemuri. Both her and Hizashi are people that you wish you could hang out with after work, but you never really know how to ask. They're both a bit older and certainly more established, but they're witty and fun. It'd be nice if you could do a double date, but you know that'd end poorly. Why subject yourself to that? Honestly, why are you even subjecting yourself to tonight? At least, so far, it's been tame, and Touya has been-

You smell him before you hear him, then feel his touch before you can react. Again, his hand clamps onto your neck, but this time he pulls, yanking you back like a marionette on a string. Again, you stumble on your damn heels and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"There she is!" There's a violent slur to Touya's words. He's unstable himself, nearly falling into Nemuri. "Knew I'd find you whoring it up."

"Whoa," Hizashi says, all humor gone from his voice.

"Whoa," Nemuri echos, nearly jumping out of her skin. Her eyes narrow hard as she reels back, hand up as if she's about to slap the man. "I know you did not just smack my ass."

"Aw," Touya tugs at your neck again. It's easier to go limp and play along, to let your head bop from side to side. "She can flirt, but I can't?"

Attempting to change the air, you pull out a tinned laugh, but only Touya smiles back. He reeks of cigarettes, with something sweet brewing underneath. Alcohol, maybe. You hope it's alcohol. You really want it to be alcohol. Your pleasant charade only lasts a moment; your body sighs with disappointment.

"I'm so sorry," you say. "Touya's just-"

"Touya's just fucking fun." Touya himself jerks you back again and your neck aches. This time, his squeeze isn't as playful. "I'm so fucking fun. This one right here's just kinda a cunt."

"Whoa." Hizashi has never looked more unamused, which is saying something, because the man is almost always amused. Panic sets into your lungs.

"He doesn't mean it. He's-- Touya, apologize." You clutch at his free arm with mock affection. "Baby, say you're sorry."

The apology is meant for your friends and your friends alone; you don't need an apology from Touya because you understand Touya. The things he says, the actions he does-- they aren't really him, they aren't things that he means.

"I'm so sorry," you try again. When you look up again, you catch Yagi out of the corner of your eye.You hadn't known he was coming. It's a moment where you should feel joy; you love Yagi, love working for him, visiting him, learning from him... but right now his attention makes you ill. With his mask on, it's too difficult to read his expression, but you know his eyes are on you and his brow is furrowed inquisitively--

God, you hadn't wanted everyone to know.

"We're gonna go," you declare. "I'm so, so, so sorry."

Luckily, you had left your coats in the car. It's a quick get away-- just like you had planned. The two of you can escape before this gets really bad, embarrassingly bad, get fired from you job bad. This is all your fault- why had you ever thought that coming here would be a good idea? You two are not a 'do things' couple. You and Touya work best in silence, in a vacuum, in a black hole, away from anyone else who could ever witness this

The smile slides off of Touya's face and the gun goes off.

"There she goes." The way he addresses the room makes your gut twist. He does it with a practiced pomp and circumstance, a tactless grace that pulls far too much attention- "Always so fucking embarrassed of me."

You pull at his arm. Luckily, he's wiggly enough that he stumbles along with you, out towards the door, even as his tone rises and rises.

"You always make me out to be the asshole."

"Let's go."

"So fucking embarrassed."

You have to blink away the burning prick of tears, but it doesn't clear the water from your tone. "Let's go, baby. Please."

He addresses the room again, like a jester bowing to the court. "Anything for the fucking princess."

Somehow, you manage to get him outside, through the crowd, away from the waitstaff. The weather is biting cold, with moisture clinging to the air in the anticipation of snow. Touya's breath puffs out visibly, each labored breath faster and faster, streaming into the air like smoke off of a train engine. A real blow out is coming. Saying something will either mitigate it or push him over the edge.

"I love you, Touya." You take the risk. "I just wanted to spend time with you-"

The gamble doesn't pay off.

"It's always about what you want." He yanks himself away from you, spinning on his heel almost uncontrollably. "You just fucking hate me, don't you?"

"I love you!" You do, you really do. It's why these bad moments hurt so badly, why your heart's so heavy when he gets this angry. You've loved him so intensely, for so long. "I love you so much, but this is my work and I want you to behave. Just for one night."

"It's always about you. What you want. What you want to do." The dark of his eyes are blown out, nearly swallowing the blue completely. "Never about fucking Touya. Never do anything for me, you fucking--"

Shit. The truth hits you. He's high. You should have seen it earlier. Where'd he even get it? Is there a hidden stash in your apartment? Did he know where to get some around here?

"You're heartless. You're a bitch." It's in the way he rambles, the laziness in his tongue. "Never what I wanna do."

There's a flash of anger inside you. All of this. All of your effort, your love, your money: it all feels wasted. Years of your life are standing right in front of you and you're suddenly worried that you've wasted them, that he's eaten them and all the parts of you that you'll never get back.

"Because-" Your breath spirals up ina timid little puff. "Because all you ever wanna do is get high."

It's rather banal compared to what he's said, and yet Touya whips around, fists bunched, lip sneered-

"You have no fucking idea how bad-" Spittle flies from his mouth as he speaks and you jump at their intensity. Every inch of your spine dissolves as you shrink back, hand pressed against the cool metal of a stranger's car for balance. Touya's lithe frame heaves with each breath as if he's trying to stabilize himself, hone this thoughts into something sharper, harder- "I wanna fucking bash your face in right now."

His body sways. You wait for the retraction, wait for the realization, but his expression stays hard, firm with conviction. The tension in his fist stays taut and firm. Suddenly, you're glad to be in the parking lot, shivering in the cold and ice, because it affords you silence. There's time to swallow down your tears, to remind yourself that he doesn't mean that, that it's just the withdrawal talking.

(He's not in withdrawal anymore. He's not in withdrawal.)

Touya shoves a hand out.

"Gimme the car keys."

"You're drunk." And high.

"Give me the fucking keys." Your hands fly into your purse. When you place them into his awaiting palm, he snatches them away and starts to stalk off. "Take the fucking train home-- I don't wanna look at your fucking face."

"Touya..." you step after him. Your voice is wild and wet. "Touya, I don't know the train schedule from here-"

"Figure it out."

"Touya-"

"I will fucking hit you, I swear to-"

He reels around again, then freezes. His eyes are locked behind you. Shit- you turn and see Hizashi, who had clearly followed you both outside, standing in the entry way to the restaurant. He's clutching a coat, his own thrown over his shoulders. Relief and worry flood your system at the same time, so thick you might choke on them. Your boyfriend takes a couple steps back, keys gripped tight in his hand.

"I'm leaving."

You watch him prowl away, through the parking lot, into the first flakes of snow. Quickly, you wipe away your snot and tears with the back of your hand. That's when you realize Touya's drink is still in one hand, gum still pressed into the edge. How had you been holding on to that this whole time? Quickly, you place it on to the roof of the car beside you. Your knuckles ache with the release.

"Hey, baby girl," You friend takes a couple steps forward, palm outstretched, but you're quick to start rambling over him.

"Hey! Hey, everything's good, that was just--" you psh. "He would never actually do anything, you know? He's just having a bad day, so, you know."

"Yeah. Totally. Yeah." Hizashi holds the jacket in his hands out of you. "It's cold out, do you want this?"

The cold has left you quivering. "Um, no, it's-- I gotta go. The train doesn't run that late and I gotta figure out the schedule."

"Or--" Hizashi has this superhuman ability to lighten the mood. He just smiles genuinely, offering the coat one more time. "I was just thinking; Nemuri and I just redid our guest room if you wanted to stay at our place for a little. We'll have a little sleepover, maybe brunch in the morning-"

"I couldn't-" There's no need for his pity. "I don't have a toothbrush or my phone charger-"

"Oh my god, don't worry about it!" Hizashi reassures you. "We'll take care of you, it's fine. I need someone to tell me if the mattress is good! You'd be doing me a favor, really."

There isn't a train station nearby. You'd have to cross the highway, you think. There's no guarantee you'd make it home tonight and if you did, there's only a chance that Touya will be over his mood. Gingerly, you accept the jacket. It smells like Nemuri's perfume.

"Okay, thank you." You rub your palm into your eye again. The tears have dried your contacts up and blurred the world, the golden lights of the restaurant smears across the night. "I'm so sorry about him."

Hizashi cups a hand at your back. The contact makes you paranoid, as if someone's still watching, but it also eases your ache, just a bit.

"It's gonna be okay, baby girl, don't worry."

.

Touya calls you that night, just after 4am. It's a bad idea to answer, but you do anyway, voice low.

"Where are you?" Touya asks. His tone is smoothed out, calm and sweet. It soothes your headache, irons out a bit of your worry.

"Friend's house."

"Text me the address."

The guest room is nice, with finer sheets than you've ever slept on. The mattress in question is firm and you swear it smells of lavender. Before you had gone to bed, Nemuri has handed you the fluffiest cotton towel you had even seen and assured you that there was more if you needed it. 'We've got towels for days,' she insisted. Truthfully, you aren't sure why they've given you so much, whether its sheer pity or genuine kindness, but it's unknotted something in between your ribs. "Touya, I don't know..."

"Princess, baby..." he pleads. The pitch of his voice is high and thin, childlike. "You know I'm sorry. Can't sleep in this apartment without you."

This is the side of him you like. The syrupy, soft kind, the one that sticks to your teeth like caramel.

"I was worried 'bout you, yeah?" he continues. "I miss my pretty girl. Miss kissing you."

How you cave for him. "You were so mean."

"I didn't mean it. You know that. It's not me- I was just coming down real bad. You know that. You know that, right?"

"I do."

"And you know I love you. So much it makes my fucking head go crazy. Love you so fucking much. You're my princess." He rambles on, tugging at the strings he knows will work. "You're my girl, right?"

The clock in the corner ticks.

"You're still my girl, right? Right?"

You count the seconds until you answer, voice small. Seven of them pass before you can muster up a: "Yeah."

Touya blossoms at the inch you've given him. He coos and sighs, humming each word like its a song. "My favorite girl. Always gonna be my girl, aren't you? It's just you and me 'til the end of the line."

Affection and dread. You can't decide with one you feel. You think they might be the same thing, wrapped together in one horse sized pill that you'll either swallow or choke on.

"Gimme the address, princess," Touya pleads again. "Lemme come get you. Take you home."

"Touya-"

"You said you were my girl. Gimme the address, princess."

You breathe in the scent of lavender, then you tell him.

Your car pulls up outside within the hour. All you have on is the sweat set that Nemuri had lent you, rolled up at to not wet the hem. Snow has gathered enough that your bare feet sink into your ankles as you walk, your heels and dress bundled into your arms. The text has already been sent to Hizashi, apologizing for intruding and promising to grab brunch a different time. Touya is waiting for you, leaned against the car with arms open.

"Hey," He sniffs. The tension is gone from his face and body. He's still wearing those awful jeans. "Come'ere."

When Touya hugs you, one arm wraps around your neck, catching you in the crook of his elbow.

[4linos]

love unmasked.

lee minho x 9th member

synopsis: despite months of quiet affection, you and minho decide to share your secret with the group. the members' reactions are a mix of laughter, teasing, and understanding.

wc: 1637

It had been months since you and Minho first started dating, and in that time, you'd grown accustomed to keeping your relationship under wraps. Every stolen glance, every quiet conversation, every brief, secret touch felt like a dangerous game you were playing with fate. You weren't sure why you were so nervous about the secret getting out, perhaps it was because you weren’t sure how the other members would react, or maybe because your connection with Minho was something so precious that you didn’t want to risk tainting it with anyone's judgment.

But the more time passed, the harder it became to keep your feelings hidden, especially when it came to moments like tonight.

It was your one-year anniversary with Minho, and even though the excitement of the day filled you with joy, there was also that familiar tension hanging in the air. You had spent the evening out together, just the two of you, laughing and sharing small, loving moments, nothing overly dramatic or showy, but everything felt perfect in its simplicity. As you made your way back to the dorms, you were still laughing, your cheeks warm from the affectionate pecks Minho had given you.

But just as you rounded the corner of the hallway, a familiar figure appeared from the end of the corridor. Hyunjin. You froze, a sudden wave of panic flooding you. Minho’s hand brushed against your back in reassurance, but your hearts raced in sync.

“Hey, where have you two been? You missed dinner,” Hyunjin asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. You could tell he was suspicious, but not entirely sure what was going on.

You took a deep breath, summoning all the acting skills you could muster. “Oh, we… we stayed back at the company for some extra practice,” you explained, trying to keep your voice calm. “Minho was helping me with some last-minute choreography for the comeback.”

Hyunjin glanced at you both, still trying to read the situation, but ultimately shrugged. “Whatever Minho says, I guess. Just don’t keep me waiting again. You two better not be doing anything weird…”

The tension in your chest eased, and you gave him a small, nervous smile. “Promise we won’t.”

Hyunjin let out a disinterested hum and walked past you, disappearing into his room.

You both knew the day would come when you would have to tell the others, but you weren’t sure if you were ready.

-

The next morning, practice for the comeback was intense, everyone pushing themselves harder, giving it their all. During a brief break, you found yourself sitting next to Minho. He glanced over at you, a look of quiet understanding passing between you two.

He nodded towards the group. “It’s time. We can’t keep this secret anymore.”

You hesitated for just a moment, the knot in your stomach tightening. But deep down, you knew Minho was right. It had to happen. And as much as it terrified you, it would be a relief to stop hiding.

You cleared your throat, catching the attention of the others. Everyone turned towards you, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

“Minho,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. “Can you tell them?”

Minho didn’t hesitate. He looked around at the members, his gaze briefly meeting yours before he spoke without sugarcoating. “Y/N and I have been dating for a year now.”

The room went silent. The members blinked at him, the words hanging in the air like an unexpected punch. Then, Seungmin suddenly burst into laughter, his face lighting up with amusement. “What?” he gasped, wiping a tear from his eye. “It was so obvious!”

The rest of the members exchanged confused looks. Some were surprised by the news, others confused by Seungmin’s reaction. “What do you mean, ‘obvious’?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Seungmin grinned and leaned back. “Well, remember that time I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water? I saw you two in the kitchen kissing. You said you were just having a midnight snack, but… uh, your lipstick was smudged, Y/N, and Minho had some around his lips too.”

You buried your face in your hands, mortified. Minho rolled his eyes, nudging you softly. “I told you so.”

You groaned in embarrassment, your face burning bright red. Seungmin’s laugh didn’t make it any better, but his teasing only made the situation more surreal. “I mean, you two were pretty obvious. And let’s not even talk about how you guys act around each other. Like, seriously, we all knew.”

Minho chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, Seungmin.”

As everyone processed the news, Hyunjin suddenly spoke up, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “Honestly, I didn’t know,” he admitted. “But now that you mention it, I should’ve figured it out after last night. You two lied about staying late for practice, didn’t you?”

You winced, feeling caught. But you could only shrug sheepishly. “Yeah… we were kind of trying to avoid getting caught.”

Chan, ever the level-headed leader, broke in with a smile, trying to ease the mood. “I’m happy for you two, really. But you have to be careful. You’re both in the public eye. It’s cute, though. You two are adorable together.”

The warmth from his words settled in your chest, and even though you were still a little nervous, you felt relieved. It was done. Everyone knew.

There were no more secrets. And as awkward as it might be at times, it felt good to be able to hold Minho’s hand without the weight of hiding it from the members.

-

That night, after practice, the group gathered in the dorm living room to wind down, everyone sitting around on the couches, catching their breath after the intense rehearsal. The air felt lighter now that the secret was out, and you found yourself sitting next to Minho, your hands brushing occasionally, and not having to hide it.

Seungmin, ever the mischievous one, had a big grin plastered on his face. “Honestly, I’m still kind of shocked you two managed to hide it for so long,” he said, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed. “You guys were so obvious. The kitchen kiss? Please.”

You felt your cheeks redden again, but Minho just rolled his eyes, clearly used to Seungmin’s teasing by now. “You could’ve kept that to yourself, you know.”

“I couldn’t resist,” Seungmin said, laughing. “But seriously, I’m glad you two are together. You’ve always been so… cute, I guess,” he added, shrugging as though the comment wasn’t that big of a deal.

The rest of the members chimed in, and what followed was a wave of lighthearted teasing, but it was clear no one was upset or bothered by the news. In fact, they seemed mostly excited. Chan was the first to speak seriously.

“I’m happy for you both,” he said, offering you both an understanding smile. “Just be careful with how you handle things in public. You know how fans and the media can be. But other than that, just make sure you take care of each other.”

“Yeah,” Changbin added with a smirk. “We don’t need any extra distractions. Especially during comeback preparation. Focus on that first, yeah?”

Minho nodded. “We will. We’re not letting this get in the way of our work.”

As the night went on, the group shifted back to their usual rhythm. The teasing and congratulations continued, but it was clear that everyone accepted your relationship. It felt strange, in a way like a new chapter had opened and things were slightly different, but also not. You were still a part of Stray Kids, still the same group of people who’d spent years together, and nothing about that had changed.

-

The next few days at practice felt different, but in a good way. There was a new sense of ease between you and Minho, a quiet acknowledgment of your relationship in the air. Still, the dynamic of the group hadn’t shifted. Everyone was still working hard toward the comeback, and despite the occasional teasing from Seungmin, things felt balanced.

But the true test came the next evening when you and Minho were in the kitchen alone, preparing your dinner after a long day of rehearsals. The members had already gone to bed, and it was just the two of you, standing in the quiet kitchen, your hands brushing as you passed ingredients to each other.

Minho opened the fridge and pulled out some fruit, then handed you a bowl. “I’m glad things are normal, even after all of that,” he said quietly, his voice soft. “I was worried it might get awkward.”

You smiled at him, heart warming at his words. “Yeah, me too. But I think everyone just wants us to be happy. Even if it means they have to deal with Seungmin’s constant teasing.”

Minho laughed, a low, soft sound. “I think I can deal with Seungmin. As long as you’re happy.”

You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. “I am. And I’m happy we’re doing this together.”

Minho’s eyes softened, and he gently pulled you into him for a quick hug. “Me too,” he murmured, his voice steady with affection. You held onto him for a moment longer, enjoying the quiet, simple comfort of being with him without any pretense.

//

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[a/n: i have many 9th member requests that i’m working on. i hope u all enjoy 🥰]

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Another one I’ve had half written for a very long time. I’ve been really motivated today. Can you tell?

Idol/Fuck Boy Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Yoongi’s kind of a jerk at first and sleeps around a lot, hints of smut, swearing, hints of a fight if you really look

Word Count: 4,205

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There were three things that Yoongi was certain about in this life. Firstly, he was a musical genius. Whether it was lyrics, beats, rapping, singing, performing…he could do it all and was good at it. Secondly, he didn’t believe in love. He wasn’t capable of loving and he didn’t deserve to be loved. He’d had flings and one night stands all around the world, but he mostly saw those as just biological needs. There was no emotional connection. No feelings. He hated stuff like that.

He’d had a few relationships when he was younger because he thought that was what he was supposed to do, but they never lasted more than six or seven months at most and he definitely never came close to loving them.

As he got older he stopped trying to force it and therefore hadn’t had a relationship for several years. Was this belief in love or lack there of because of his upbringing? Maybe. Did his struggles with his own mental health cause this? Yeah probably a little at least. No matter the reason, he was certain that love was not real.

The third thing that was a guaranteed constant was you. You were one of the few people that he could tolerate on a regular basis. It was nearly eight years ago that he met you. He had been eyeing you since he walked through the door of the little cafe you worked at. You were beautiful. You had a smile that made his heart skip a beat, eyes that filled his stomach with butterflies, a kindness to your voice that made him smile like a goofy idiot, and a body that made him think all kinds of unholy things.

You were also the waitress who accidentally spilled a coffee (thankfully iced) all over him as he sat and conversed with his friends. He jumped back and spat out a few curse words, not at you or because of what you had done, but because of the cold ice hitting his crotch giving him quite a shock. Immediately you burst into tears profusely apologizing and offering to replace the clothing even though you knew his shirt alone probably cost more than your rent, but you couldn’t loose your job.

Of course he would never do something so drastic over a spilled cup of coffee. He reassured you that it was okay and you didn’t owe him anything, but he could still tell you were quite shaken up.

Over the next few days he couldn’t stop thinking about you so one evening after a long day of practices and studio time he decided to stop in for a coffee. He chuckled at the look of fear on your face when you saw him, but after some explaining and a few pleasant words exchanged he asked for your number.

Deep down he felt something was off with the whole situation. He knew his ultimate goal was just to bed you once or twice maybe even three times if you were good and then leave you to move on to the next one.

It only took a few weeks for him to be sitting across from you at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. He wined and dined you. Put out all of his usual moves. You were different than most of the women he usually surrounded himself with in these types of situations though. Most of the women he was with figured it out pretty quickly what his end game was and were fast themselves to get to the point. You were different. You enjoyed his company, asked him questions no one else ever had. You smiled and intently listened to the stories he told. You never brought up money or fame. You didn’t ask him to introduce you to Taehyung or Hoseok. You were simply interested in getting to know Min Yoongi.

But even after all of that that he continued on with his usual plan. After dinner he took you back to his private studio to “show you around” which was code for having you ride him on his leather couch until you were both too spent to think.

He lit a couple candles (mood lighting)

Asked if you wanted to change into one of his tshirts to get comfy (easier access to what he wanted)

Offered to get you a drink or show you to the bathroom (once he got started he didn’t want any interruptions)

He pulled you onto his lap and offered to play you a secret song, one noone had heard before. He knew that was a lie. He said it every time. It was the same song he played for all of the women he brought there. He would claim they were the first to hear it so that they would feel special.

Usually they would fall head over heels and coo and gush and their cheeks would blush and they would get all giggly and shy. Then he would slowly kiss their neck and wait to see if they stopped him. Nine times out of ten they wouldn’t and he’d take that as the chance to keep going and move the evening further along.

But you…you were different. He gave you the same story about a song no one else had heard before. You laughed and rolled your eyes, “I bet you say that to all your girls.”

Yoongi faltered. It was a rarity, but he was human. Were you just joking? Or could you see right through him and we’re calling him out? It intrigued him more than it should have.

He played you the song. A cheesy love song he wrote one night many years ago before love seemed so foreign to him. He waited for you to eat it up. Then fall for it. Then you would help him release the built up tension he had been feeling since he first saw you in your short little sundress you were wearing.

But you didn’t do any of that. You picked apart the song. You provided a lot of constructive criticism much of which Yoongi actually agreed with. He soon forgot about the whole reason he even brought you there to begin with and instead the two of you spent hours listening to and talking about music. He played you an actual unreleased song to pick your brain, something he had never done before. Yoongi abandoned his plan to end the night with sex and instead asked you to come back next weekend if you wanted to so you guys could work on some music together. Genuinely he enjoyed your company. He wanted to spend more time with you and get to know you better. And that is how your friendship formed.

Over the years the two of you became nearly inseparable. As long as he wasn’t on tour or “with” someone else the two of you were side by side.

You hated to admit that those nights that Yoongi was with others it killed you. A long time ago you had developed a crush on your friend, but there was no way you were going to let him know that. So you bit your tongue and did your best not to show it effected you when he would show up with purple marks on his skin and smelling of a feminine perfume that was not yours.

Until one night you’d had enough. The two of you were locked up in his studio. Yoongi was looking extra good today. He had let his hair grow out and had put on a little bit of weight in the right places making his white tshirt just a touch tight.

Angry with the way the song was coming together he flopped back down onto the leather couch with a loud sigh. His legs spread and his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. He was practically begging you to take a seat on his lap.

So you did…

He jumped a little not expecting you to make that move.

You placed kisses along his jaw and neck, pulling down the collar of his tshirt so you could move lower to his chest.

“Y/N…wh-what are you doing?”, he questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”, you chuckled.

Yoongi’s brain and body were fighting each other for control of how to handle the situation.

“Y/N, you gotta ahh you gotta stop. We shouldn’t do this.”, he somehow managed to choke out trying to pull you away from him.

“Really?”, you asked with a raise of your eye brow before grinding down on his lap feeling him fully hard beneath you, “Because it seems like you do want this just as much as I do.”

You divided your attention between kissing his neck and grinding on his bulge for several minutes rendering him unable to speak. As you were unzipping his pants he was finally able to come to his senses enough to stop you. His hand grabbed yours, “Y/N…I…I don’t want this to ruin anything between us. Before we go further I need you to know that we’ll never be more than friends with benefits.”

It felt like a dagger to the chest. Deep down you knew that was the case, but of course there was that small part of you that hoped for more. You nodded and turned your attention back to his pants allowing him to finally spring free.

Somehow he managed to stop you again, “Y/N, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you’re okay with this.”

You thought for second before nodding, “Yeah I’m okay with it Yoongi. I want this.” With that he allowed you to continue your earlier actions.

Yoongi had great control of his orgasms. He never came unless he was ready and wanted to. It was another thing about himself that he was quite proud of.

But tonight. The tonight that he had wanted so many years ago that he was now experiencing was bringing him to edge fast. Feeling you bouncing up and down on top of him. Seeing your body naked and spread out for him. Your cries of his name as you came was too much for him to ward off his orgasm any longer. He gripped your hips for dear life as he lost control coming undone inside of you. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood to stop himself from saying those three words he didn’t believe in.

As he helped you clean yourself up his chest started to ache. He was so worried about you being the one to get the situation misconstrued, but here he was realizing that he might have been the one that fucked up.

This friends with benefits relationship went on for over a year. You remained exclusive to Yoongi. You didn’t have to and you knew it was dumb. Especially because you knew he hadn’t been exclusive to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see anyone else.

Yoongi on the other hand was always wondering if you were sleeping with other guys. He would always chase those thoughts away because he hated the jealous feeling that bubbled up inside him every time he thought about it. He had made it clear to you that this was strictly sex between friends so it was your prerogative to sleep with whoever you wanted. At the start of your arrangement he had continued to sleep around with other people while also sleeping with you. He wasn’t the most proud of it, but it kept things feeling more normal for him. He didn’t want things to feel domesticated with you. But as the months went on he reached out to others less and less until you were the only one he called. You were all he needed maybe even all he wanted. He hadn’t figured it out that far yet. He knew things were getting messy though. Not only was he staying monogamous to you he was doing things that he never would have done for others before.

In the past he would have bought you dinner no problem. You were his friend, but you would have had to eat whatever he got and that was it. He wouldn’t be driving to the other side of the city to get noodles at your favorite restaurant even though there was a place right next door that served the same exact thing, but according to you the other place tasted better. So he drove twenty minutes out of the way every single time.

Then he cuddled you after sex. He never did that to anyone else. That was a different kind of intimacy he didn’t want…usually. He was normally more of a do the deed and then he’s already calling a cab for the woman before her clothes are even all the way back on. But with you he looked forward to the time spent afterwards resting while running his fingers through your hair as you told him about your day.

He started working out too. He was always comfortable in his body for the most part. He knew he wasn’t super tall or muscular and he was okay with that. He had plenty of people around the world making sure he knew he was attractive the way that he was. But then you made him doubt himself one day. No one else saw it. But he did. He saw the way your eyes scanned Jungkook’s body. The way you slightly licked your lips watching as Jungkook was flexing his abs and biceps in front of the mirror. Yoongi hated the thought of you finding someone else attractive. So there he was every morning at 6am cursing the world, but still hitting the gym with nothing but you on his mind.

He knew he was falling. He knew it would end badly. He just didn’t know how to stop it.

It was a Thursday, very late in the night when it all blew up. Yoongi had been on tour for three months, the longest he had gone without seeing you in quite some time. He missed you. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch. He was needy and desperate and wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He had plenty of opportunities while on tour with fans and even some of the staff members willing to do as he pleased, but he couldn’t bring himself to indulge in them. His hand got the job done when he really needed it, but there was nothing like the feeling of you.

And now as he watch you riding him, his favorite position, he was doing his best to not finish too soon. An effect that you had on him which he both loved and hated.

“F-fuck I missed you.”, he said leaving kisses against your cleavage.

His hands grabbed onto your hips holding you in place giving him the leverage to roughly buck up into you a few times before letting you continue back on with your own pace.

“I’m sure you were pretty occupied while on tour. It must’ve been like a paradise to you.”, you quipped back hoping to come off as joking while trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

“Not even close. You’re all I think about all the time….alll….all I want….all I need.” he said with a long drawn out moan.

“I bet you say that to all your girls”, you smirked. Truth was you didn’t even really want to know the answer to that.

“I would never say that to anyone else. I love you too much Y/N.”, he said as he spilled deep inside of you. Yoongi didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was because his dick had control of most of the blood in his body leaving his brain pretty much useless. Maybe he thought it was romantic like those dumb movies you always made him watch. Maybe subconsciously he hoped you were to out of it and wouldn’t hear his slip up so he could finally get it off his chest. He wasn’t sure, but he felt relief once it was said either way.

You knew he didn’t mean it. As much as you wanted to believe him you knew you couldn’t. He had made his stance on love very clear. Though a tiny part of you did wonder if he was serious.

You didn’t falter. You didn’t say it back as he sat there looking up at you. Awkwardly he got up and headed to the shower to get cleaned up.

As you laid there thinking through your options of how to handle it a text came through on his phone that was resting on the bedside table next to you.

Aera: We still on for tomorrow 😘

That sealed it for you. If he really did love you then why would he have another hookup already lined up for tomorrow? Quickly you gathered up your things and left his home before he got out of the shower. You couldn’t face him without crying tears of sadness, hurt, and anger all mixed into one. You knew that your relationship with him had to change moving forward because you couldn’t keep going on pretending that everything was okay the way that it was.

When Yoongi exited the shower he was fully prepared to firstly apologize for taking so long in there. He had gone over hundreds of different scenarios in his head for how to move forward and finally settled on the best option. He was going to confess and tell you the truth, he loved you. He really did. He doesn’t know how it happened or why it happened, but it did and he loves you and wants to make things official. No more lies. No more pretending. But when he walked into the bedroom you were already gone. You weren’t in the kitchen or the living room. You had left. Yoongi flopped back onto his bed with a loud groan and ran his hands over his face. He needed a way to fix this and fix it fast.

You needed space from Yoongi and thankfully he was giving it to you. Of course as far as you knew he was occupied with someone else and wasn’t even thinking about you anyways so you still wanted to cry every time you thought about it. You decided to distract yourself and maybe you also wanted to be a just a little tiny bit petty. A part of you hoped Yoongi would find out and he might just be a little bit upset. Upset at the fact that you were going on a date with his enemy, Chul. He was a producer at BigHit. Yoongi was a professional so he kept things as such, but you knew better than anyone that he and Chul did not like each other in the slightest. They had a rivalry that caused many hurtful nasty words to be exchanged over the years. You felt bad in a way for doing this because Yoongi did say you two would never be anything more so you couldn’t expect him to love you, but it was extremely unfair for him to say he loved you when he really didn’t mean it.

You knew it wouldn’t take long for word about your date to get back to Yoongi. Chul would surely want to rub it in his face and you were right.

At 3am someone was angrily pounding on your front door. When you opened it Yoongi was standing there red faced and out of breath. You immediately noticed his swollen bruised knuckles and a small cut above his eyebrow. Before you could ask what happened he started. His finger pointed in your direction as he shouted, “Seriously Y/N?! You don’t love me back that’s fine, but your response is to immediately go on a date with the one person I hate? The one person that you knew would hurt me the most?”

“Yoongi quit it with the loving you bullshit. You don’t love me. You’re just mad that you can’t have me all to yourself any more while you’re off fucking god knows who like some sick game.”

He pushed himself into your apartment slamming the door behind him. “Who else am I fucking Y/N?”, he yelled louder, “It’s only been you for the last year. I haven’t wanted anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Oh please Yoongi. You had the nerve to tell me you loved me with your dick still inside me and then ten minutes later you’re getting a text from some woman named Aera asking if the two of you are still meeting up.”

He took a step back looking at you confused, “Me and Aera are not hooking up. We never were.”

Save it Yoongi.”, you put your hand up, “I’m not falling for your games any more.”

“I swear on everything Y/N. I’m not sleeping with her. Aera and Jimin have a thing with each other. She bought him a custom jacket and she wanted me to help her distract him for a little so she could sneak it in his house. That’s all. I never had any intention of sleeping with her.”

You shook your head unsure if you should believe him or not, “I’m not stupid Yoongi. Why would she include an emoji like that if it didn’t mean something else?”

He threw his head back in frustration, “I don’t know Y/N. That’s just how they are. If her and Jimin could communicate in only emojis they would. It meant nothing like that. There has been no one else for a long long time.”

Taking a step back you put your hands up to stop him from following you, “I need….I need time Yoongi. I can’t do this any more.”

You ran back to your room locking the door behind you. There were too many different emotions filling you that you needed to process. You knew Yoongi would leave and give you space and he did just that.

It took several weeks, but eventually you agreed to meet him in his studio to talk things over again now that things had time to cool down and you had time to think.

He answered the door with a smile inviting you in. He pulled a chair up next to him at his computer so you could sit down.

“H-how have you been?”, he nervously asked.

“Good…good. And you?”

He gave you a tight lipped smile. “How’s Chul?”, he asked.

“I don’t know.”, you shrugged, “We haven’t spoken since that date.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk a little at the news.

After that the room filled with an awkwardness that you hated.

“So uh I’ve been working on this new song. Want to hear it?”

With a smile you eagerly nodded, “Yeah but don’t expect this to end with us having sex again.”

“Fair enough. I guess I need a new pickup line anyways.”, he laughed helping to ease the tension between you both.

The song was a beautiful ballad about being so afraid of getting your heart broken that you convince yourself love isn’t real only to allow your fear to cause you to loose the only person you’d ever loved anyways. In the end the person faces their fear and gets their lover back. When the song came to an end the last thing you expected was for Yoongi to come on the speaker, but he spoke with a soft voice,

“Hi Y/N.”, he chuckled, “This is a little more awkward than I thought it would be. I don’t know if you’ll ever give me the chance to tell you this to your face so I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. I am sorry that I was coward. I am sorry for making you think that you weren’t the only one. It’s been you since that day you spilled ice coffee all over me in the cafe, ruining my Valentino jacket by the way. I’ve been in love with you this whole time. I’m just an idiot who’s been in denial because I was afraid to loose you if things got bad, but I ended up loosing you anyways which is worse than if I had tried to begin with. It has always been you Y/N. I hope that one day you can give me another chance to prove that to you.”

Yoongi felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest as he watched you for a reaction. He could feel how red his cheeks were without even touching them.

There were three things that Yoongi was certain of in his life. Firstly, love was a confusing concept. He still had his doubts about it, but opening up to you showed him that it was okay to feel. Emotions were a normal part of life. Secondly, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. No one could or would ever come close to being able to compare to you. Thirdly, hearing you say you loved him too sounded better than any musical composition he had ever heard or could ever create.

“Say it again. Please Y/N. Say it again.”, he begged against your lips as he kissed you.

I love you Yoongi.”, you mumbled into his lips.

He pulled you onto his lap hugging you close like he was trying to make sure this was all really happening.

“I love you. I love you so much.”, he whispered over and over.

“I bet you’ve never said that to any of your girls.”

He smirked, “No baby. Only you, forever and always.”

[bewitched-hours]

dunno if your requests are genuinely still open but , perhaps , maybe a ( pre-forsaken or post, its up to you - but specific situations will be given) 007n7 x computer!reader ? reader that;s. a sentient AI but has no feelings .... until him. of course. pre forsaken, with all the exploits he has.. ( : in an abandoned garage or alleyway of a game he was exploiting, he founds a rather interestingly shaped computer that seemed more .... aalive? rather than typical computers. this one had unique features, though unfortunate to see it turned off.. with some, bleugh, dust on its screen. he decides to fix the wiring and take it in... - slow burn type shit 😮 post forsaken. lonely sad father copes with apathetic computer ( : summary literally explains it GIGGLE , 7 vents to reader but they're just sick of it so yeah .. IDK lawl

Hehe, foolish anon~ MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN- (mainly because I genuinely feel happy to write for others) I am gonna do both in one because I love both scenarios and it gives me an excuse to write two different personalities in one big rundown. (I was also unsure what you meant with the "they're just sick of it so yeah" exactly so I hope I interpreted it right-)

We're gonna make the reader's pronouns They/Them for this one (,,O ᴗ O,,)

Pre-Forsaken;

It was meant to be just another day of 'Fun'. Fun for 007n7 at least.

He couldn't believe his luck at how much fun he was having today. The general chaos in this random game he found was more entertaining than the last, that was for sure.

But when he wandered through his own chaos, he noticed a flickering light in an alleyway.

When he went in to investigate, he only noticed it seemed like a pile of old computers stacked on top of each other like they were in a display window and merged together like they were meant to resemble a Robloxian. But it seemed suspiciously neat.

The flickering had come from the top one, the only computer that didn't sit neatly upon the tile and flickering between a digital face with swirling eyes and an upside down v for a mouth and a 'Game Over' screen that was improvising the graphics of even older arcade machines.

007 almost felt pity. Almost.

But when he checked out the back, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Wires were moving freely and rearranging themselves rapidly, seemingly trying to find ports in the other computers in the pile. They weren't even being held up by anything.

It made the exploiter quite curious about you. So, letting his impulses win, he used his c00lGUI to teleport you back to his place.

When you could finally see again, you could feel your code having been integrated into another system. Something newer.

"Good, you still work." You heard a voice call out. It was strange to finally see past the limitations of the screen that was your face but considering you weren't even programmed to feel, you figured it was an upgrade. You just knew this wasn't your original creator.

This one added code and rewired you. The likes of which your original maker would've never thought to do.

When you finally saw your new creator, you could identify him immediately. Was his directory always in your system or did he add it?

Not like you had the will to care about that. And he knew that very well. He had to study you to get you to work again after all. Even giving you a couple upgrades to let you move quicker. You would thank him if you could feel.

"Real shame you were left to rot. All that stuff in your code had potential. Never thought I'd see a sentient AI with my own eyes and yet all you were used for was to be a cheap console." He sounded almost disappointed as your digital eyes were fixated on him.

"I take it you have been the one to give me this... Upgrade." You hesitated. You had a lot more to consider in your system now. "Nah, had a friend help me with your body at least but getting through your system took weeks. Now, how sentient are you?" He was careful to ask, as your face flickered to a loading screen for you to 'think'.

"With this new body, I am able to perceive the appearances of others and 'feel' even simple touches on my body. It seems I can now also tell the temperature." You had a more cat-like screen face which he added more as a joke. Though, you couldn't care as usual.

He seemed satisfied with your answers, boasting about the abilities you had now and even allowing you access to an additional update for your AI, allowing it to learn from observations and the alike.

He didn't even wait for your answer and you simply heard the click of a button before you were suddenly hit with a slight shock in your head.

It was... Strange. You were suddenly filled with an eerie curiosity you never felt before but you just thanked your new creator as he brought out a few other things.

"My friend said ya shouldn't be coming around looking so creepy so he made sure to leave behind a few fireproof accessories. Just choose whichever you want and take a look at the mirror behind you." You just nodded, looking over to piles of separated clothes and wigs.

All were separated neatly despite being on the floor. All sorted by both type and length it seemed.

Looking into your system, you could recognize a few textures that were a commonly pleasant feel to touch and used that to choose your accessories and clothing carefully, not holding much of an opinion on yourself as you took a look into the mirror and simply noted how you looked 'cute', by common standards. Especially with your screen face.

007 wasn't that big of a fan but he allowed you to make your own choices. He needed you to learn after all. To show just how much sentience you could gain and on the side maybe not recreate any sci-fi dystopian movies just yet.

But over time, you began building yourself up. Helping your creator in his endeavours, befriending Noli- if you could call it that, making a personality that matched them both well enough and learning to feel emotions. It was incredible.

For once... You were more than just a sentient program...

You felt like a real person. Having control over your own choices but still choosing to stay local to your new creator. It wasn't even like you had it programmed into you. It was the gratitude you learned to feel.

He made it possible for you to find your true potential and for that... You had promised him full loyalty. You even took care of him privately at times. You would find yourself cleaning up after his messes if you knew they would be annoying for him later or just generally making sure his- your shared home more comfortable. Mainly for him.

And 07? He was quite attached to you and Noli. Though, with you he had himself convinced it was just because of all the time he put into helping you become your own person. It gained him a new ally and a powerful one at that. You've even come to distract admins from time to time to allow him some more fun because you showed it was fun for you to mess with others. It was just him and Noli that were never targets for your fun. Because while 7n7 make sure to keep your body and system in check, Noli actually had fun dressing you up and messing with you. You'd usually just laugh it off and give him a light punch.

It took far too long for your system to properly calculate the right amount of strength to not hurt Noli or 7 and still get the punch across in a meaningful way. Because you were more than a simple AI.

You were yourself.

And by the stars, 7n7 couldn't keep his thoughts to himself anymore.

He once confided in Noli about these confusing emotions and despite him being... Well- Him- He didn't just want to take the easy road of programming you to love him. He wanted it to be something natural.

Eventually, Noli suggested he at least teach you what love is through a file and letting you explore this new feeling freely. Because that was the most natural way for you to love at all. (He was surprisingly not against the idea of 7 dating a sentient AI... Huh-)

But 7 just went along with it, teaching you different kinds of love as you explored the different blush assets that came with the package, per Noli's request obviously...

You couldn't have been happier. You learned to love chaos, to love baking, to love... Living.

And surprisingly... You learned to love your creator. Not as a creator but rather...

You loved him as he loved you...

And with your intelligence, you were able to pick up on his subtleties fast. You'd even simulate the sound of heartbeats as you warmed up your body and would just hold him, accelerating the simulation as your way to confess.

It was laughable, but it worked. He already had your eternal loyalty, what more was eternal love?

Post-Forsaken;

7n7 was just tired. He wanted his old life back.

But he found comfort in the most odd place.

A sentient AI that he and Builderman built back up after its downfall to this forsaken realm.

You had a body before but it was pretty beat up so the two went to work and made sure you even looked lifelike to avoid the other survivors seeing you as 'creepy'.

At first, your code just had to be rewritten a bit. It made you apathetic and erased your memories to make room for new ones but the two didn't really care much about that. They didn't need to know who or what you were made for originally, they just needed you to work. To help as both a support in rounds and a support outside of round in cleaning and whatnot.

Not like you had any care about it. You weren't really strong but made up for it in your speed and agility.

But 7 began confiding in you about his son, venting about wanting things to return to normal or how he regretted his past and just wants to show the others he's trustworthy.

Admittedly, something broke in your Apathetic script that made you show sympathy. Not outright or in an obvious way but through smaller gestures. 7 was having a bad day or just got out of a round? There was his favourite snack or some hot chocolate waiting for him at the communal cabin.

He knew it was from you but everytime he asked why, you responded the same way.

"You deserve it."

You refused to answer any further, leaving the ex-hacker a very confused man.

It wasn't like you understood either what could've broken but 7n7 was definitely your favourite and you had no shame showing just that.

In fact, you even grew protective over him and oh boy, did he not know how to handle that.

But the rules of your Apathetic script were still there, keeping you from actually caring about his issues. You were convinced you just took pity on your creator and he was overwhelmed with not knowing how to feel about being shown love in such a strange, apathetic way. He liked it for some reason and tried more than once to temper with your system before actually daring to loosen the apathy script and allow you to show more emotions, including love.

He needed answers. He needed to see if your affection was purely a creation loving its creator or falling in love with its creator.

And to his surprise, it was the latter.

Many 'nights' were simply spent with 7 secretly requesting you to help him sleep. You'd lay and hold him against your chest, simulating a heartbeat and body warmth until he fell asleep and sometimes...

Sometimes you caught yourself not wanting to love or even imagining what it could be like to be so affectionate without the secrecy or boundaries of your programming.

More than once would you catch yourself sneaking a glance at him and trying to get closer to him without making your intentions known. You wanted your creator to love you like you loved him...

Luckily for you, that just so happened to be the case one 'night'.

As usual, you were listening to 7 vent about his troubles but your apathy script and love were clashing together.

Before you could even properly calculate your choices you had begun to hold his face with care, whispering nothing but praises to his face and watching him melt into your touch.

"Fuck... Maybe I should've given you the ability to kiss sooner if this is how you act..." He tried to act lighthearted about it, but his beet red face said it all...

As a side note, how about suggesting a few things I should do to celebrate reaching 50 followers? Anything's on the table! (Even changes to my pinned post)

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 6

(Quickly running out of Monster men drawings to use as my chapter pictures. May be a hot minute until I get the next chapter out since my laptop can barely stay conscious long enough to draw another one and I want to only use the monster AU versions of the characters for this series.)

Warnings; multiple yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, monster AU, eating Humans mentioned, more AU history, Cater is not having a very Cay-Cay day, food is an excellent way to bring groups together, Fauns, Satyrs, Kelpies, Crow Fae, Unicorns, Water Nymphs, vampire bats, dragons, cervitaurs, Raiju, Mermen, Cecaelia, Gnolls,

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Lunch finally rolled around and you were surprised that Ace and Deuce had actually taken Trey's words seriously and accompanied you to classes. Ace had loudly complained about his volunteering for a little bit but once he saw how many students actually took an interest in you, he stopped complaining and started viewing the task as a kind of important role only he could do. Naturally, Deuce was far less irate about the situation though there were times he almost came across as a punk when it came to others trying to harass you. Both had adjusted well to being around you and come lunch Deuce was actually taking pride in explaining things to you.

"-and that's what makes Fauns different from Satyrs."

"So Fauns are the nicer version of Satyrs?"

"For the most part. Satyrs are known for being loud and always wanting to fight-"

Ace cut Deuce off, shoving an uncooked carrot into the Faun's mouth to silence him. You had seen the two interact and you got the distinct feeling that the Faun and Satyr had more of a brotherly relationship with one another. Where they both had different personalities, when they did agree on something it was practically a law to them.

It was fascinating to hear that these monster men had similar names to the mythical creatures from your world and you wondered why such an overlap existed. Maybe the Humans from your world did interact with this world in the past, or maybe it was just a coincidence. Still, it seemed almost too close to be mere coincidence.

"Anyway, now that Dunce here is done talking-"

"You know my name is Deuce-"

"Like I said, now that Dunce is done talking, I have questions for you, (Y/n)."

You almost laughed at the back and forth banter of the two Goats- Faun and Satyr respectively- as their voices fumbled over one another. Truth was, you had been expecting far more questions than the few they threw at you between classes, so now was as good a time as any to ask.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"So, you don't have magic? Like, at all?"

"No magic whatsoever. Where I came from, magic is a myth and no creatures have magic."

"Okay. But how do Humans survive? No horns, no claws, nothing to protect themselves from bigger creatures."

"We make weapons. I know you all have bows, arrows, and knives, we have the same. Guns too, but I haven't seen any guns used here."

"Wait, what is a gun?"

"Basically an automatic bow that fires little pieces of metal using explosive powder that needs a spark which launches the metal through their target."

Ace seemed almost excited by your vague explanation of a gun, opening his mouth to ask you another question. His voice died in his throat as his gaze locked onto something behind you, prompting you to turn around to look at whatever it was that had unsettled Ace.

Standing not too far from you was the large figure of the Horse-man Trey. Ace told you he was a Kelpie, but you just couldn't make that connection seeing as he looked like a big white horse and not a water kelp-horse like Kelpies were supposed to be. He was clearly making good on his threat to check in as he approached you with a patient smile on his face.

"Hello (Y/n), have Heartslabyul's first-years been adequate guides for you today?"

"Yes. Grim doesn't even have to try half as hard to keep me safe now and I haven't been late to any of my classes other than the first one."

Trey gave a genuine smile at this, nodding his head as he was pleased to know his choice had been a good one. Seeing the centaur made you wonder about Cater and what may have become of the air-head student. In some ways, you worried asking would have a negative effect, but you were so curious you couldn't help but inquire about him.

"So... What happened to Cater?"

"He is being dealt with by the Headmage. He's lucky he isn't going to get expelled for what he did, but once the Headmage is done with his punishment, he's going to be turned over to Riddle."

"Is Riddle mad about all of this?"

"Well... I actually haven't told Riddle yet. He has a short fuse and isn't going to take Cater's actions well, especially since he asked both Cater and I to protect you if we happened across you. Odds are Cater is going to be collared and kicked out of his room for the foreseeable future."

This made you frown in contemplation at the prospect of the Red-haired student being punished too harshly. Though you were upset Cater took photos of you without asking and likely set several poachers on your trail, you didn't want harm to come to him. Sure, he was stupid and made a stupid choice, but he shouldn't be hurt or kicked out of his home for it.

"... If he is kicked out of his room, is there anywhere else he can go?"

"No. Riddle is very strict about rule-breakers being banned from the dorms so long as they have one of his collars on, and most other dorms aren't keen to house a student that isn't theirs. He's probably going to be sleeping in the Heartslabyul lake if Riddle doesn't ban him from there too."

The morality of the issue weighed on you and made you worry about the ditzy redhead. Though you didn't really trust Cater or his clearly impaired decision making skills, you still felt like he deserved basic decency despite his actions. You knew firsthand how the creatures that lived around campus were genuinely terrifying and dangerous, so you didn't want him thrown to the metaphorical or actual wolves.

"Can... can Cater stay in my dorm?"

Your question earned you several dubious looks from the Goats and Trey as if you had grown another head or said something unhinged. Even Grim had to pause his hesitant raw veggie medley- the only thing the cafeteria served today- to stare at you in surprise.

"You- you want Cater in your dorm? Why?"

"Well, it wasn't like he knew what he was doing was bad, and I don't think he should be left outside for his poor choice."

"(Y/n), do you realize how vicious poachers are in Twisted Wonderland? You will be hunted every moment of every day because Cater couldn't keep himself from posting you to that stupid Magicam app he is obsessed with. The second you are unguarded you will be attacked. The Headmage is even considering assigning Sam and Vargas to your dorm just to make sure poachers can't get in, or even moving you to Diasomnia so Malleus can protect you. I don't think you understand just how seriously we need to take your safety."

"I'm just a Human though, I'm not a princess or someone important. Why all the fuss?"

Your comment made Trey let out a long and exasperated sigh, his gaze leaving your confused form as he tried to keep in mind just how new you were to their world. Humans were never just Humans in Twisted Wonderland, and them simply dying out has made a far felt ripple in the history of every known species. For so long, so many species had adored and tried to protect Humans, but even they couldn't save the fragile species from the hunger so many magic users had for their very flesh.

Most things in the technological realm and cooking realm- pastries and phones included- only existed because Humans led the way to them being invented. Even now, technology has been mostly stagnant for over a hundred years with only the Shrouds having any aptitude as far as advancements were concerned. Trey himself had Humanity to thank for his family's bakery and the many cuisines local to the Queendom of Roses.

"(Y/n), Humans have never been 'just Humans' to us. Maybe to Sunset Savana, but never to the Queendom of Roses. Even Briar Valley had laws in place to protect your kind from everyone else. I get you may not understand it, but compared to most other species, Humans were better than most in the emotional and critical thinking department. It was Humans creating new inventions, coming up with unique ideas, and above all else, peacekeeping between the various species and races to the point they were called Beast-Tamers. Most wouldn't even speak to their Fae counterparts until Humans got the two to interact amicably."

You were somewhat surprised to hear all of this, having been under the impression that Humans were mainly pets to the other species. It was interesting to hear what Humans were credited for and that despite all they did to help, they were still hunted as food until extinction. The few from Savanaclaw you interacted with had been both sides of the spectrum of threatening you or being peaceful to you and it made you wonder just what kind of species were still keen to get a taste of your forbidden flesh.

"Honestly," Trey continued, "I wouldn't be surprised if several Kingdoms and Queendoms sent ambassadors to take you away from Night Raven for your own safety. I just know the international law makers are going to have a field day the moment it becomes common knowledge that you're here."

It made sense that Trey was stressed about this, you knew from your own home how aggressively endangered and near-extinct species had to be protected, but you still felt Cater shouldn't carry all the blame. If it wasn't Cater, it would have been someone else. Just because he was the fool to do it first didn't mean that others wouldn't have tried or succeeded in the same endeavor.

"Still, if he gets kicked out of the dorms tonight, will you at least tell him I will let him stay with me?"

"If you really want me to," he sighed heavily, "I guess I can tell Cater about your offer. I won't tell Riddle though, knowing how that Unicorn is, he will actually harm Cater for even thinking about taking shelter with you after what he's done."

~•§•~

"HE DID WHAT?!"

Riddle was beside himself with rage and even stomped his hooves against the marble floors of the Headmage's office, almost cracking the stone with his rage. Cater was trying to sink into his chair and hide from the Sophomore Housewarden who was beyond the point of furious with the water Nymph. Not only did he get a dressing-down from the Headmage, but he was going to be thrown at the mercy of his own Housewarden who was known for being an absolute hard-ass on rule breakers.

"It wasn't like I was trying to target her! I just-"

"SILENCE! YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO, CATER DIAMOND!"

The firm tone Riddle used made Cater shut his mouth and bow his head, trying to avoid upsetting the Unicorn further. There was no way he would be able to go back to his room at this rate and odds are he would be sleeping in the forest if Riddle had anything to say about it. Plus, he still had that essay to write for Trein that was due tomorrow.

"He apparently took a selfie with (Y/n) and posted it to Magicam with hashtags indicating she is Human. By the time I got him to delete the post, it had been downloaded several thousand times. Since then I have already received a call from the Royal Sword Academy Headmage to confirm a Human lives here now, and what we as the heads of our schools can do to protect her. No doubt representatives from Briar Valley and the Queendom of Roses have already been dispatched and will arrive on the island soon enough, not to mention how many poachers are likely on their way here as we speak."

Cater knew how upset Riddle was given the fact the Unicorn's horn was humming loudly with magic and the Unicorn himself was a bright red. Things really weren't coming up Cay-Cay today.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

~•§•~

You felt a bit more comfortable with the school as a whole by the time classes had finished for the day. Practical Magical Theory was an interesting class, even if you really didn't have the faintest idea what they were talking about. According to Ace, you were lucky you didn't have Flight Class because there was a high chance you wouldn't be able to participate in the class itself. Still, you were happy to have a moment to let things settle down for a bit.

Ace and Deuce walked you to your dorm, but had been called to Heartslabyul by a quick text from Trey, leaving you alone in the dorm with Grim. Despite the beginning of the day being an absolute wash, the rest of the day hadn't been too bad. It was around this time you decided you may as well start on making some dinner. You could hear Grim's stomach growling already as you both went to the kitchen.

"Are you gonna make something good like you did for breakfast?"

"I'm going to try to."

"What are you gonna make?"

"Well, I was thinking we have the stuff here for a really nice soup-"

You were promptly cut off by the Kitchen door swinging open with a loud bang. Clearly, you were going to have to tell the professors or even the Headmage Crow about securing that side door given how it had already been used twice by others seeking to get into your dorm. Luckily for you, those that walked through the door had at least two familiar faces in the group.

"Sorry for interrupting," Lilia called out, happily making his way over to you in an almost bouncy gait, much like a bird hopping around, "hope you don't mind I brought Malleus, Silver, and Sebek too. I heard one of the Heartslabyul students blew the whistle on you being here in NRC. Figured you could use a bit of extra protection in case any poachers try their luck. Besides, the nest here is just as big as Malleus' nest in Diasomnia."

It was then Malleus spoke, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he looked over you.

"They will not lay a hand upon my hoard without paying with their lives for such a transgression."

It was clear the Dragon was not happy with the events that took place and he seemed to be quite content claiming you as one of his Hoard. When Lilia explained it to you last night, apparently the moment Malleus decided he was adding someone to his Hoard, he became extremely attached to that person and would even become violent in their defense. Given the way others talked about him, he must have been a genuinely frightening and powerful person to command such fear and respect.

"... So does that mean I'm making soup for all of you or..?"

"If you don't mind. I certainly want another bite of your cooking, (Y/n)!"

Lilia took his perch back on the counter and swung his feet, seeming rather impish and almost childish in his behavior. You just shrugged and nodded, gathering enough ingredients to feed the group several times over. Your hope was that there would be some left over for you to take during lunches. As nice as it was to have raw foods once in a while, you'd rather your meals be cooked.

Grim clearly only trusted Lilia and sat next to the Bat to watch you bustle around the kitchen. He even let out a soft purr when Lilia began to pet his forehead and ears. Where you would have scolded them for sitting on the counter, it wasn't like you didn't have enough counter space already. Starting the broth and preparation was rather simple for you and it was clear those standing around you were keen to watch you prepare the soup.

"(Y/n)," Grim meowed, "where did you learn to do all this fancy stuff?"

"Humans usually cook their food. So I just learned while growing up. Of course there are some things you can have without cooking, like a sandwich or a fruit salad, but most big meals are better cooked. Now, that doesn't mean every Human can cook well, but most are good enough at it."

"So does that mean I can have more of the food you cook?"

"Like a bigger portion? No. But you will always get to have some of whatever I make, okay?"

Grim purred loudly at this, his face lighting up with an excited smile. Clearly the little creature was pleased with your arrangement even if it meant he had to go to boring classes with you. The food was absolutely worth it and he got to sleep in a mountain of pillows and blankets after a long day. It was all way better than the hole in the ground he occupied when he wasn't actively running for his life before he met you.

Once you got most of the soup started, you knew it just needed to be covered and cooked, listening idly to Lilia talk with the others about the events of breakfast and the Gnoll that invited himself in. It was when you finally got this moment that you took a good look at the other two visitors who were either Silver or Sebek, seeing as Lilia didn't point out who was who.

Much to your surprise, one of them reminded you of the Kelpie and Unicorn you had met earlier but he had an obvious three point antler rack attached to his head. His lower half was that of a reindeer and was fairly fluffy compared to the short coats of the Kelpie and Unicorn. Part of you wanted to test if he was as soft as he looked, but you figured it would not be considered appropriate to pet him.

The second new face was an almost canine like man with pale green hair that was slicked back and spiked up at the ends. His eyes were intense as was the apparent scowl that held his features, two sharply pointed dog ears atop his head. Bright yellow-green eyes tracked your every move and regarded you with as much curiosity as you regarded him. The similar medium length tail fur swayed lazily as his tail slowly began to wag when you looked at him.

The soup was beginning to smell rather good and it was clear four of the five others in the kitchen were taking note as they occasionally sniffed the air. Lilia, Grim, Silver, and Sebek were clearly keenly interested in the scent but it was Malleus' behavior that caught your attention. Instead of sniffing or lifting his nose as the others did, his forked tongue slowly slid from between his lips like a snake as if he were tasting the air. You almost laughed at the oddly reptile behavior before his gaze suddenly snapped to the door of the kitchen.

Standing in the doorway was a curious looking man that seemed to have fins on the sides of his head. His almost scaled skin had a kind of faint green tint to it with intense blue undertones, his eyes being two different colors with the right one being a pale gray and the left one being a bright gold. Atop his head were tousled blue-green locks with a singular black stripe that crossed over his forehead above his left eye.

"Oya, it seems I'm not the only one with culinary interests. Apologies for intruding, but the lovely smell drew me in. Would you mind telling me what it is you're making?"

You were surprised to see the almost Fish-like man despite how polite he was being with you. Instead of hopping in to defend you, Lilia looked at you for what you wanted to do with this interloper. Malleus seemed rather keen to rid you of this newcomer's presence but you held up a hand to stop him from acting. Part of you worried this new visitor was dangerous, but because he was wearing a school uniform you figured he was just another student.

"Soup?"

"... May I ask what kind?"

"Only if you tell me your name first and what you were doing around my dorm."

"Ah, forgive me. It seems in my haste to get to the heart of the matter, I forgot my manners. My name is Jade Leech, I'm the Vice-Housewarden of Octavinelle. I'm going to assume from your appearance you are the highly talked-of Human now living on campus. Azul informed us that you would be remaining here for the time being. As for what I was doing, I am rather interested in the foods that grow wild above water, so I was out gathering some mushrooms to sample."

He lifted the foraging bag that hung over his shoulder, showing you the contents within. He was right in that he had gathered up a fair few number of mushrooms and there were several that you actually recognized. You were no master of mushrooms- of course- but you still recognized a few species that were safe for you to eat, seeing several button mushrooms among the many gathered.

Those would be great in the soup you were making, and it was early enough that you could add them right in and they would cook just fine.

"Okay, Jade. I believe you were at least out gathering mushrooms which is innocent enough. I'm actually curious if you wanted to trade for some of those button mushrooms you have, they'd go great in the soup I'm making. In return I'll tell you about it and you can have some to eat if you'd like."

Jade actually seemed to brighten up at this, his smile becoming less strained and his expression smoothing from the stressed way his brows had been pulled together. It was almost as if he had been wanting to ask for some soup but was far too polite to actually inquire. He nodded and set his bag on the counter, letting you pick out the little rounded white mushrooms from the selection he gathered.

"I'm quite partial to the cuisines the different kingdoms have to offer. Rare as it can be to find those who are masters of their craft, I would still like to sample the meals above the ocean waves. I would be grateful for whatever knowledge you can share with me. It isn't every day that someone adept at cooking graces this school."

"Hey," Grim interrupted loudly as you set to dicing the mushrooms, "that's my Hooman you're talking to! She only cooks for me, but I'm kind enough to share with all of you. Don't forget it, got it?"

Jade gave a rather patient simper to your primary companion, resting his right hand over his heart in an almost polite gesture.

"But of course. I'm simply interested in learning to make such meals for myself. I'm certain Azul and Floyd would be keen to taste such a wonderful smelling dish."

This seemed to satisfy your little companion as he nodded with a pleased smile, watching you add the mushrooms to the rather large pot you decided to make the soup in. Thankfully it was a cauldron type pot made for cooking soups over firepits. The fire so dutifully warming your meal crackled pleasantly even as you stirred the bubbling mixture.

"Do you want to ask them to come over, Jade? I made way too much. Honestly, everyone here could all have a bowl, a second bowl, and I would still have enough soup for the rest of the week. I think I went a little overboard in the food department. Should have probably started with a smaller pot, but we're already this far..."

Jade seemed surprised at this, but nodded respectfully and pulled out his phone. You were curious just what Jade was as you really hadn't seen many fish-men during your day, but you weren't going to ask him. If he wanted to tell you what he was, that was his business. Didn't make you any less curious though.

"If you're certain? I'm sure Floyd will be thrilled to have something new to try. He doesn't like some mushrooms, but I don't believe he has tried the ones you've selected, and he certainly hasn't tried cooked mushrooms yet. Azul may try to heckle you into a deal, however. He is always looking for new ways to improve the Monstro Lounge."

"Yeah, of course I'm certain. I offered, didn't I?"

He nodded and began tapping away at his phone, but Lilia seemed rather keen to speak up. The Bat had been listening keenly to the conversation and felt he needed to make himself clear to the notoriously crafty student.

"If Azul threatens (Y/n) or tries to force her into a deal, we will have more than a few problems, understood?"

"He is aware. Believe it or not, those of us from the Coral Sea are actually quite fond of the legacy of Humans. Even Floyd has been babbling excitedly about meeting (Y/n) here."

"That's right, Humans were popular among the various merfolk kingdoms. You all even have a famous story involving the mermaid princess falling for a Human and joining him on land."

"Yes. She struck a deal with The Sea Witch to gain legs she could use to dance for the Human man she fell in love with, too bad the deal didn't hide her gills or fins though. Still, the Human loved her."

You listened to the conversation as you stirred the soup, glad that all of the flavors seemed to be coming together rather well despite the large amount of food you found yourself making. Judging from the conversation Lilia and Jade happened to be having, Jade was a Merman of some kind and apparently Mermen were one of the 'safe species' for Humans to interact with. Though you knew not to judge an individual by the species, it did put you at ease to know he was one of the safer ones.

It was as you were taste testing the soup that the door to the kitchen once again flew open as another visitor invited themselves in. It was offical now, four times proved it was far too easy to get into your dorm through that door. Maybe Lilia would be able to fix it for you, or Malleus seeing as Lilia said it was the Dragon who had mostly fixed up your current abode.

"(Y/n), you're an absolute angel! I thought I was going to have to sleep in the woods once Riddle temporarily banned me from Heartslabuyl! He won't even let me sleep in the lake even though I'm a Lake Water Nymph because of what happened. You believe me when I say I didn't mean to put you in danger, right?"

Cater had thrown himself at your feet, holding onto your legs as if he were some abandoned pet seeking shelter from a blizzard. Around his neck was a thick metal collar that extended out to the sides in black and red colors, forming a heart-shape that locked in the front with a golden and black padlock. He was careful not to get in the fire that was dutifully cooking your soup even as he groveled at your feet.

"O-oi! What's the big idea with everyone coming in that door? It's dangerous to leave that thing unlocked."

"That's what I'm saying! So much for protected and safe with that thing in here."

You couldn't help but slightly grin at Grim as he voiced your own concerns out loud. Lilia simply regarded the door, snapping his fingers to close it as a large metal bolt affixed itself to the door before clicking into place.

"There. Now it can't be thrown open anymore. But why is Cater here? Cater, when did Riddle collar you and why?"

Cater seemed to realize there were others standing around you as he suddenly straightened up, clearing his throat and taking several steps back from you. He tried to play off the desperate display he had just shown and was failing miserably. Cater looked much worse for wear than you remembered him being and you genuinely began to hope the Unicorn hadn't actually harmed the ditzy redhead.

"Well... I may have 'accidentally' posted a picture that told everyone that (Y/n) was a Human and was on NRC grounds, but I totes didn't realize it would put her in danger! Honestly!"

Lilia's bemused smile almost instantly fell away into a glare as he regarded the man standing by your side. You added a bit of salt to the soup as you wated, watching the thick broth bubble and roil with vegtables and diced meat. There were a lot of things you could do in that moment, but something told you it was best to let Lilia handle this situation.

"And what did you think was going to happen, Cater?"

"Tbh, I thought that I would just get a follower count boost and everything would be fine. The Headmage and Riddle sure made it clear I was wrong for thinking that. Lessons learned!"

"It only cost us the safety of the last Human left in Twisted Wonderland."

"I said I was sorry!"

Everyone except Cater seemed to be exceptionally upset as they all glared at him, making him duck behind you as if you were the best shield from their rage. You just let the tall student try and fail to escape the ire of the others. For once, a polite knock came at the kitchen door, breaking off the aggressive staredown taking place.

"Hey, why are we here, Azul?"

An almost sing-song voice hummed from somewhere on the other side of the door, prompting Jade to walk over and open the door for who you assumed to be the two he was talking about. In strode a rather lovely looking man with snow-white hair and shining mauve blue eyes hidden behind thin framed glasses. Around his face were lovely and intricate black markings that reminded you quite a bit of the tentacles of an octopus. Behind him lumbered a rather tall man who almost looked identical to Jade if not for the swapped eye color and slight difference in height.

"We're here because Jade told me there is a profitable venture to be had and I am not going to miss out on this chance to make the Human's acquaintance, Floyd."

The shorter one hummed in a smooth voice and you almost giggled at the rather fact-of-the-matter tone that the white haired one spoke with. You felt it was safe to assume the rather lovely man was Azul and the near identical to Jade fish-man walking with him was Floyd.

Floyd almost made a show of sniffing the air, following his nose to where you stood in front of the pot of soup, watching him curiously. Once his gaze fell on you a wide grin overtook the slight frown he had been pouting with. You could see the way his eyes trailed over your figure due to the bright yellow of his right eye highlighting his pupil as it darted up and down.

"Ne ne, what is such a cute little Shrimpy doing this far above the water? You're so small I just want to squeeze ya."

He took a single step towards you and this seemed to be enough for the two- Silver and Sebek- to suddenly intercept him with swords drawn, creating an 'X' that blocked the tall Merman from approaching further. It was more than a little surprising to see weapons suddenly drawn, but maybe you shouldn't be all that surprised. Lilia did say he came over to guard you again and even brought the others for the same purpose.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt them, I just want a little feel on if Shrimpy is as soft as they look!"

"Floyd, that's enough. She was polite enough to allow me to invite you and Azul over and she is quite the rare specimen, you can't threaten her so casually and expect those guarding her to not be upset."

"I didn't threaten, I just said I wanted a big ol' squeeze."

"Same difference where you are concerned."

"Eh, you're so boring sometimes, Jade. Anyway, what is Shrimpy making over there? Smells good~!"

You were stunned at the almost aggressive behavior from Floyd given how calm and level headed Jade had been thus far. Maybe it was just a quirk of Floyd's to be a little more hands on than others. It honestly made you glad to know your self-appointed guards took their task seriously as they still refused to let the large Merman near you. Speaking of your guards, Floyd didn't seem put off by their aggression in the slightest and almost seemed amused by them as if it were all one big game.

Tension was thick in the air as the almost aloof Floyd smiled at you, watching you grab several bowls and begin ladling out ten total servings. You were not really all that surprised when there was still more soup to go even after you filled enough bowls for yourself and the ever increasing number of guests.

Maybe you were right to make so much after all. Hopefully your surprise guests had all shown-

"Why is the door locked? Hey, Human, I smell food in there! I already ate all the Dandelions from this morning! Can I have some of whatever you're making? Please? I'm starving out here."

Peaking through the windows to the kitchen was a familiar grizzled muzzle of the Gnoll you had met that morning. Ruggie was staring with those unsettling bright blue eyes and you were unsure if you wanted to laugh or scream. You scolded yourself in the back of your mind, remembering that animals would often return to places if they were given food prior and no doubt the Hyena man sought to do the same.

"Should I let him in, (Y/n)?"

Lilia asked, eyeing the lock on the door as Ruggie began to loudly whine and cackle for attention. You just sighed and nodded, knowing the Hyena wasn't going to leave now that he knew there was food ready and waiting just inside.

"May as well."

The Gnoll was quick to enter once the door opened and he happily grabbed one of the ten bowls, immediately scarfing down the soup without even glancing at the now large group of men standing in your kitchen. You didn't bother offering a spoon to Ruggie as it was clear he didn't need or want one. Despite the odd group that had gathered under your roof- technically it was the school's roof, but now wasn't the time for semantics- they all seemed keen to dig in when you passed out the bowls.

Getting yourself a bowl- seeing as Ruggie had taken one of the ten- you were able to finally take in the meal of your labors. It wasn't half bad and those button mushrooms added just the right earthy flavor that really brought the soup together. All of your visitors clearly liked the soup as well and Grim was the first to ask for seconds.

"Miss (Y/n)! This is a fantastic meal! I don't think I've had such flavors in anything I've eaten before! I would only think a meal from my liege could possibly taste better!"

"Sebek," the white haired one interrupted the shouting one, "you don't need to yell at her."

"I'm talking at an adequate volume, Silver. You dare say this meal isn't divine?"

"That's not what I said at all."

Lilia giggled as the two odd characters argued, hopping off the counter to serve himself another helping of the plentiful soup. Despite the absolute lack of respect for your personal space they all seemed to share, you couldn't help but smile as well. The many men you had met were odd and so unique in many ways but none of them actually seemed all that bad once they relaxed and got talking.

Maybe these monsters weren't as monstrous as you thought when you first met them. Hopefully their worries of poachers would just prove to be worries, but you knew you weren't truly safe yet and anyone could be a threat if they genuinely wanted to be. You just hoped there wasn't another shoe waiting to drop on your peaceful evening.

~•§•~

"Trey?"

"Yes, Riddle?"

"Invite (Y/n) to tomorrow's Unbirthday party. It has become rather clear to me that no one can look after her the way the Queen demands, so I will step up and take on that task."

"Riddle..."

"She will be safe with me, I will do whatever it takes to ensure it."

[katzenmas]

Simon who has never fallen in love before, so when he starts catching feelings for you he thinks he's sick. He was perfectly fine a few months ago, there was nothing amiss, even now he can't exactly pinpoint when his heart started palpatating or his palms started sweating. he was never uncomfortable in his own skin, but this felt just like that! he was fidgety, his throat went dry, his face was flaring up as if he had a fever. it always happened randomly, the only common denominator? you. It was crazy! you and Simon have been on the same task force for about four years now, he was doing just fine before. slowly befriending you and keeping a civil relationship with you. He thinks it could be an allergic reaction? but why wouldn't it flare up in the previous years. It just made no sense. Simon almost drove himself crazy trying to figure it out. Even know, he was sitting in the lounge area with his elbows on his knees, face concentrated in deep thought. It was Johnny who found him trying to burn a hole through the wall with his intense gaze. ' LT? you doin' okay there?' The sudden question ripped Simon away from his thoughts. He stared at Johnny for a few minutes, the latter slowly becoming increasingly more nervous as the silence stretched between them. 'alrighty then i'll leave ya to it' ' Johnny wait' even Simon was confused with his behaviour, but maybe an outside perspective is what he needed. 'i have an...affliction' Johnny took a seat and listened to his lieutenant start explaining the situation. slowly, the gears in his mind clicked. Simon kept on rambling about how his mind goes blank, his core temperature keeps rising, the clammy palms, the shaky voice and the sudden shyness not making sense to him. Johnny just laughs, hard. ' holy hell Ghost ya in love?' the question felt like a slap in the face. Simon looked at his sargeant in disbelief, almost offended by the question. Johnny just kept smiling and asked Simon a simple question. ' when do these uh, symptoms make themselves known LT?' So Simon tells him about how he thinks he might be allergic to you, or at least some perfume or body wash you use. Johnny listens and keeps nodding, a smile never leaving his face. ' You know Ghost? This might actually be an allergy. You should talk to her and ask her about it, maybe she has more answers?' Oh Johnny was going to enjoy seeing how this would turn out.

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Big Dick Brother Energy

When you join Task Force 141, you fully expect to have to fend off aggressive, testosterone-fueled men who think anything with a cunt should service them just for existing. Instead, you get a team who welcomes you heartily and truly embrace the idea of brothers in arms. They see you as an extension of themselves, one who deserves their protection and care.

This is amazing on the battlefield. Saving each other is only second to completing a mission objective, and sometimes, it comes first. The problem is when you try to socialize with others outside the team and off the battlefield. The One-Four-One are complete and total cockblocks. So overprotective that no man gets a chance to do more than make eyes at you or maybe say "hi" before a giant wall is sliding between you and that man, physically pushing them away if necessary.

When you first joined the team, they excitedly added you to their phone tracking plan. It allowed the team to track each other at any time while at home, just in case. It was very useful when your car broke down and they were able to come to your rescue within minutes instead of waiting hours for a tow. Now, though, it makes it impossible for you to sneak off or to try a different bar or a club.

A club. That was a disaster. You tried to go to a club to dance, figuring that the team would either brood over drinks at a table in a corner or find girls to dance with. No. They followed you like lost puppies, and the second a guy tried to dance with you, formed a ring around you like bodyguards. Opening your eyes and seeing a wall of brothers glaring at everyone around was embarrassing, to say the least.

After that, you sat them down as a group and told them they needed to stop the big brother act, because you desperately needed to burn off some energy. They nodded as though they understood. Then, they scheduled you for extra PT sessions. When you complained about that, they signed you up for yoga classes and water aerobics. You were excited for those, hoping that you'll find a guy looking to hook up. Only, when you walked into yoga, Ghost was there, laying out his mat next to yours, ignoring your glare with a smirk on his face. And water aerobics had Gaz climbing in the pool with you, telling you about his weekend plans and the newest gadget he picked up.

Hell, you even tried to schedule your own class when the rest of the team was busy in the hopes of meeting a man. Leaving your phone at home, you slipped away to a dance studio across town in a taxi. You saw Alejandro walk in at the last minute and shoved your way past him, stomping outside in frustration. He followed and offered a ride back to base with a lopsided grin, calling you mi Hermana, in case you forgot the team's consideration of you as a sister.

You tried to explain again, and they threw their hands up in frustration. They tried to help you burn off energy in a constructive way. No man would be good enough for you, anyway. They were just heading off the heartbreak. When you storm off in frustration, they shrug it off. No way they would let some idiot hurt you, even if you pouted over it.

Eventually, you decide that you'll have to secretly date someone on base. Maybe a friend's with benefits situation. Just as you make that decision, you look up, your eyes locking with a man's across the room. The look he directs your way makes a delicious shiver go down your spine. That'll do, you think with a smile back at him.

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Thirty-Three - Opia

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Burn, Racism, Suicidal Ideation, Psychiatric Wards, Forcible Sedation, Depiction of a Suicide Attempt

A/N: Mean't to get this out on Shigaraki's birthday proper, but oh well! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I have a feeling you will xD

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[excerpt]

Well that was a shit show.

Two shit shows actually, she thought as she locked up the empty pool deck, and she couldn’t figure out which was more pathetic. Her disastrous attempt at reconciliation with Shigaraki, or that sorry excuse for a swim practice she’d used to try and get over it.

It’s not like it was even a high stakes practice. Yes, they were fully back from winter break now and gearing up for prefectural and championship qualifying meets, but the time now was being focused on cleaning up fundamentals and technique, rather than locking any specific rosters. Times were not make or break at this point.

And yet, somehow, she managed to seriously break.

Subpar times, late entries, jesus, she even missed touching the wall on one of her turnarounds — complete amateur hour. And she knew everybody noticed, how could they not?

At least they were polite about it though. Nobody giggled or whispered to themselves or made snide comments to her. They were still her friends after all (for now). But also, at this point in the year, they just assumed it was the typical senior fears and pressures getting to her. College recruiters, finals, entrance exams, what she was going to do with her life — things a lot of them were just as freaked by. So they didn’t feel the need to ask if something else was going on, sparing her that obnoxious little dialogue tree of:

“Hey are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty out of it. Do you need to talk about something?”

“No really, I just have a lot on my mind and blah blah blah…

No, everyone had made their assumptions already, picked up on her wound-tight and, frankly, sour disposition, and figured she probably didn’t want to talk about it.

And they’d be right.

Because what could they possibly say to encourage her in this situation? Hell, what could she even say about this situation? They didn’t know what was going on with her and Shigaraki, and she certainly couldn’t explain it. 

“My kind-of-but-not-really-reformed-emotional-and-sexual-extorter, who I have the most inexplicable feelings for, is lashing out at me. I think our not-relationship is on the brink of ruin, and I don’t know how to fix it. What do you think, Nejire?”

Yeah, no. That was so beyond any teenage friend’s paygrade. 

Actually, it may be above anyone’s paygrade that didn’t hold a Psy.D…

She should’ve listened to Kurogiri and just given Shigaraki some space. Maybe if she did that now, let him cool down and come to her, this situation might be salvageable.

And yet, she couldn’t stop the anxiety from flooding her brain as she made her way to the school gate. She’d volunteered to stay late and oversee cleanup and locking the pool today. She’d figured that she could use the time to try and distract herself. 

For all the good that did. She was just as preoccupied as during practice. She ended up re-organizing the pull floats in the storage room three different times because her mind just couldn’t figure out how to make them all fit — despite having done this for three years now. She just couldn’t focus on anything other than the panic and what-if’s bombarding her.

What if Shigaraki interpreted her giving him space as her giving up on him? Of not caring? He was a persistent son of a bitch when the tables were turned, so maybe he needed her to be the same. God, but what if that made things worse?! It already had this last time. What if she completely ruined things by pushing? What if she ruined things more by backing off?

Maybe she was just doomed to ruin things no matter what.

She came to a stop just outside the school, all of her swirling thoughts and pressures dizzying and weighing her down. She groaned at the physical hopelessness of it all, “This is impossible…”

“What is?”

She jumped at the unexpected, but familiar monotone — not expecting anyone to still be on campus. Or at least, not anyone that would be paying attention to her acts of despair. But when she turned to the voice, she was even more surprised to see a very distinct head of hair waiting just a few feet away.

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[maladaptivewritings]

Wicked Woman

Summary: Soap comes home, seeing that his little sister's best friend is staying during their spring break.

TW: General C.O.D activities, Catholicism, Cain instinct

Y/N: Early-mid twenties, College student, Maybe has siblings? not-catholic reader

word count 1.2k

"Do you ever shut up?" Theresa jeered at her brother, sapphire blue eyes darting across the small coffee-table.

" 'M fully convinced that Ma paid to get'cha to graduate." The oaf of a man scoffed as he slammed his last card on the table. Two hours of Uno led to this, as his laugh echoed off the walls. Theresa's back fell to the floor, her sigh following Soap's celebration.

"'Kay bubble boy." Her hand caressing her freckled temples, interrupting the man's lap around the table. He paused, and as you laid atop Theresa's bed.

Stone-Gray eyes meet your own, soon turning towards your best friend. Pulling yourself from where you were perched upon, you try to avoid the conflict about to occur. You didn't want to deal with being a human shield for either if things got nasty. By the time you had gotten to the door, you had realized how quiet the room became.

You wanted to turn around and see the stalemate that began, but self-preservation was stronger. Closing the door before you heard a thunk against the wall. Curses were muffled but Theresa's frustration was clear as she stormed out.

"You Good?" You inquired, her face red from loosing. This was the fifth loss today, no matter the game nor the player. Her huff was enough as you backed away. Johnny's laugh cueing you into what occurred.

"Dinnae worry about her lass, I just dropped ice on 'er." His voice holding back laughs."'Tch she's such'a baby."

You stifle your own laughs, that was your best friend, but she was a drama queen. His wry smile stirred at the pit of your stomach as the chuckles escaped your lips. Content with the fact he made you laugh, he ruffles your hair, disappearing into one of the many rooms as he left.

Theresa's return was now a 180, leftover's stolen from the fridge in her hands as she and you return to her room. The warm light of her lamp caressed your face as you sat with her. She ranted and raved about how annoying her brother was, and why did he have to come here of all places when on his break. Spring break was not going according to her plans. This rant was hours, mindlessly listening as you scrolled on your phone. The evening sun peeking through the window pulled you from this hypnosis, soon following the call that dinner was done.

The table stocked with family and friends as Joesph and James heps their mother set up. You had no clue who half of these people were, or what was for dinner as you sat between Theresa and a younger girl.

"Oh Tati, that's y/n" Theresa explained, the girl shared the striking blue eyes that all the boys shared. Wild curls pulled back as she nodded.

"Y/n dear, thats Tatiana." The matriarch of the McTavish's dotted. "Theresa, use her name, 've told ya this."

Rolling her eyes once more as they situated themselves, than Mama 'McTavish begins prayer.

FUCK

Everyone bows their head, you follow fidgeting with the tablecloth as you try to follow along. Most of the table's eyes closed as your own dart amongst the crowd, besides John's of course. A snort escapes him as he sees the shock on your face, eyes now squeezing shut to pretend you no-part of his mess. You could almost feel the hole being burned into his head by his mother.

Dinner was long, and grueling. Talking to strangers was not a strong-suit of yours, at all. Neither was deciphering accents as strong as these, you silently nodded along to the conversation. Head held low, both literally and figuratively as you hid from the crowd. You felt like a kid at the adult table, despite the fact teen you set beside doing better than yourself.

You counted; first the photos on the wall 19, than awards won 12 soon followed by the people at the table 15, finally crosses worn. You had made it to 9.

Eye contact, as you made it to Johnny. Eyes already focused in on you. You wanted to melt away in your seat, seemingly he did to,

"Um, Mrs. McTavish I can do the dishes while everyone catches up." Your offer posed, an escape attempt. As the woman smiles, you notice your counter want to drown in his jacket.

"Oh dear, your too kind. This is a lot though hinny." Thin lips disclose, as she wants to accept your subtle escape.

"I can help 'ma." John quipped along, soon getting a jab in the rib by Joesph. This whole dinner was for his return, and the twin's didn't want attention on either of them ofcourse.

"My sweet boy, you shouldn't runoff so quick." His mother retorted, her voice is cavity-causing as she tried to hold him longer.

"I insist," He said now making his way towards the woman. You stood in the doorway, unable to remove yourself from this mess. "Shouldn't make a lady do all' tha work." He lightly presses a kiss on his mother's forehead, shooting a glance at his brother. Always the favorite.

The both of you sat in that kitchen, loading and scraping plates. The only noise coming from the next room

"Should I make coffee?" Y/n's voice broke this.

Johnny raised an eyebrow at the thought, as if asking to elaborate.

"Feels right, y'know...Just wondering" The quiet was killing you, maybe you should have just stayed on campus for the break.

"I'd could have a cup." He nodded, grabbing the grounds from the top shelf, his shirt riding up as he reached. He set up the coffee-machine, yeah he was stealing your task once again.

"Seriously?" You contended,"I can't have one thing I can do alone." Tossing your hands in the air as you finish the last dish. He smiled simply waiting for you to crack.

"Y'know what nevermind asshole." Your hushed tone, only audible to him as you splashed the dish water onto him.

That was it.

Until he splashed you. Suds in your hair as you turn around, malice in your eyes.

"Nevermind what? 'eh bonnie?" He quoted, eyes narrowed in like a dog wanting to play. You, of all people up against him? The feral racoon of a man?

You slung a wet rag at him, tripping yourself from the water now spattered on the floor as you ran. Luckily he slipped too.

Everyone in the dining room clueless as you ran throughout the house, quietly cursing as you roamed this maze of a home. Tonight you would be Theseus, and beat this bull.

You reached the last room, no more to wind in and out of in a Scooby-Doo chase. Johnny stood at the exit, eyes watching your every move.

This was his job, this is why he was called Soap. It was funny for you to think you could escape the cold thwap of the dishrag that he himself received. The one thing he didn't think of though was how long it'd take for y/n to fall behind the door, and the fact that he couldn't break it down.

The conspiratorial grin that crossed your face as your plan was put into place.

Steps on the stairs,

Soap turns, the door closes, and his sister-in-law slips by to use the restroom. You had vanished into one of the many rooms.

[northopalshore]

Zendaya birth chart analysis

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Additional asteroids mentioned: Fama (408), Adorea (268), Charisma (627), Aura (1488), Fan (151590), Juno (3), Great Attractor, Part of Fortune

In this post, I will be writing down and explaining some aspects & placements in her natal birth chart to better understand her character as well as fame indicators in her chart.

Aquarius (7° libra) 1st house

Aquarius risings tend to have longer body proportions. Slender, and unique something you notice about her immediately is her height, her hair colour, accessories & her forehead. Their heads may seem a bit larger in proportion to their body i.e bigger forehead, wider face. Their personality will stand out in the crowd as they are not afraid to be themselves in any given situation.

ex: I had an aquarius rising friend back in high school she would be giggling uncontrollably even during assembly to herself for some joke she had in her mind. Zendaya has always stood out in terms of personality. Back when she used to make videos on Vine everybody loved her lip syncing to Beyoncé's "YONCE" but she was just excited to hear her favourite song playing randomly on the radio & decided to post the video. It was just her, being her.

With the libra degree though, it brings a lot of balance into her appearance. Not to mention she's extremely beautiful! Not everyone will agree with her ideas and that's alright to her. She's not the type to judge others for their opinion.

Saturn (5° leo) retrograde in 2nd house

This is can be seen in the chart of someone who didn't grow up with a lot of money. Both of her parents are teachers (work with children as leo rules the 5th house 5° 5 see? ). She'll have to work very hard to earn money. With saturn in retrograde and with the leo degree she always had the ability to gain a lot of money through her talents in the acting/ performing field. She has worked in the entertainment industry for YEARS before gaining mainstream recognition. And from a very young age (since then gaining a massive amount of money through acting) She found financial stability through her talents. Since her second house is in pisces, I think she probably has dreamt of affording all the best things in life and has never stopped working towards it. Her career also started off catering to children aka the younger audiences acting in family friends/kid shows.

Moon (7° libra) in her 3rd house

She has a very close harmonious relationships with her siblings. She could feel like she can never live without them as they are a source of comfort. She'll tend to rationalize her emotions, always trying to tinker with logic and how she feels. She'll find herself looking at her feelings from an outside perspective often. She was also close to her mother during early school years ( her went to the elementary school her mother taught at: Fruitvale Elementary School in Oakland) Most of her siblings will be much younger than her.

Taurus 4th house

She grew up in a very harmonious household. Very safe, loved and cared for by her parents. She didn't move homes/ left her birth place meaning her childhood was spent where she was born. There were no arguments or fighting that took place in her home aside from maybe "Who ate my snack?? I was saving that for later!"

Venus (24° pisces) in the 6th house

She could feel like her childhood was very work centric. However, given that this is Venus I believe she really enjoyed working in a sense. She was passionate about it. It may have caused a lot of fatigue, trauma & anxiety even as a child, but she this was what she truly passionate about regardless. A perfectionist placement in terms of beauty, art, talents.

Mars (25° aries) in Cancer 6th house

Similar to venus. She focuses a lot of her energy into working towards her dream. She worked with a lot of female figures, with friends & family ( also a lot of her early gigs involved family sitcoms ) she usually feels very safe at work. She knows she is always working with people that she can trust. She is also a perfectionist. She feels that everything she does must be perfect. Combined with her venus she'll take her acting very seriously, she will not feel satisfied until her performance meets her ideals.

Aura (23° aquarius) in Gemini 5th house

People are very drawn to her unique, genuine energy. She's seen as this fun loving, talkative, passionate, sometimes very stubborn person that everyone wants to be around. She exudes this rebellious magnetism. People feel like she's always doing something different in comparison to other actors for example. They'll see her as more of a friend than a celebrity. People feel like they will never be bored with her, she's always doing something exciting!

edit: there was a previous typo 23° aries instead of aquarius. It's fine now.

Fan (21° Sagittarius) in Leo 7th house

Her fans love her for her talents, she attracts fans from all over the world and people of different cultures & ethnicities. Her fans will also be very invested in her love life i.e love to see her in relationships. They genuinely want her to be happy in her love life. Her spouse/partner could also ber her biggest fan!

Fama conjunct Saturn

It took her time to gain a following, but when she does gain fame it will stay. You will see her name written down as one of the most prominent stars in Hollywood.

Fama retrograde in 2nd house

Same as conjunct saturn honestly.

Fama trine pluto

Explosive fame. It took her a while to get into mainstream media but when she did she changed the game. Her career has shifted into a more mature state as she's now taking more adult roles in her career.

Part of fortune (4° cancer) in Libra 8th house

She'll have a lot of luck in rebirth & transformation. She might be very lucky in high stakes situations. She's likely to live a long and healthy life. She'll perform better in adult or taboo roles, gaining more abundance through those roles. She'll be able to take on more emotional roles with complex character relationships. (i.e her roles in Euphoria & Challengers gained a massive amount of attention)

Mercury (3° Gemini) in Libra 8th house

She could love to talk about taboo subjects. She's not afraid to point out the things that hurt her, or things that bother her close relationships. She will be the person to talk to them through hard times. She's a loyal friend and whatever secret you tell her she's taking them to the grave.

Pluto (0° the purest form) in the Sagittarius 10th house

She will be very attractive. Whatever she does the spotlight will be on her. The public will either love her to death or hate her with every bone in their body. She will garner the attention of people worldwide. People in her field can be very jealous of her magnetism. She'll easily gain power and recognition throughout her career. A revolutionary, a trendsetter, what more can I say?

Adorea(11° aquarius) in Sagittarius 10th house

The public will adore her for her ability to stay authentic and genuine. She is also loved through the internet, the media. People will adore her in videos or anytime she's on screen.

Great Attractor(13° aries) in 10th house

She is a force to be reckoned with in her career. The great attractor being in the 10th house is one of the most powerful, magnetic and influential placements a person could have. She will be loved by the public, she will always attract attention throughout her career. People loving, adoring, praising & wanting to follow you. Ex-USA president Barack Obama has this placement too!

Chiron (14° taurus) in 8th house

People will look to her for comfort. She has the ability to heal other people with her presence. She may have had some uncomfortable experience with physical touch, or is generally uncomfortable with people she isn't close with touching her. I don't want to get too deep into this placement but she definitely has some trauma surrounding the 8th house.

Chiron trine ascendant

She might have had some insecurities concerning her looks in the past, people might have bullied her for the way she presented herself or just her appearance in general. However this placement also allows her to overcome those easily. This also gives her the ability to express complex, gut-wrenching emotions of her face. Great for acting. She's able to showcase the characters soul.

Pluto conjunct MC (26° taurus)

This usually means her image will be very public. You'll see her face & her body everywhere. Her career involves a lot of photos being taken for magazine covers, interviews and whatnot.

Jupiter (7° libra) retrograde in Capricorn 11th house

This means she will get a lot of luck with friends, and social media. She will be very popular online. Since it is in retrograde however, there was a delay in achieving that big blow up on the internet ( compared to when she started her career).

Neptune (25°aries) retrograde in Capricorn 12th house

This placement can be seen in individuals with prominent or severe mental health issues/ trauma. She can feel very depressed at times, feeling alone, feeling detached from people around her, feeling shunned. The aries degree indicates that this has started to develop from a young age. She was very shy when she was younger. Her parents even had to attend a class on raising introverted children. I've read multiple articles addressing her openness on talking about her trauma. "She felt that stress that came with being a child actor, feeling anxious and always delivering out of fear that people will lose interest. "

Uranus (1° aries) retrograde in Aquarius 12th house

This is very similar to neptune, in a sense that this stems during early childhood. She felt very alienated from the rest of her peers. She could be insecure about her personality, or her uniqueness. She doesn't feel like she truly belongs.

Sun trine Jupiter

She has a very big personality. People will notice her wherever she goes. Popular & beautiful. Taller/bigger than the average height/ people notice her height.

Saturn trine uranus

Her internet presence will be very long lasting.

Venus opposite uranus

She's the type of person who'll want to express her fashion through unconventional means. Lady gaga has venus trine uranus I keep thinking about her iconic meat dress lol. Since it is opposite in Zendaya's chart, it's more like a double negative in a way. You have Uranus but also you're going against Uranus. Which means she'll love to dress up in a unique uniform type of way.

ex: in every opening/event she goes to she will always match her outfit with her character/the theme of the movie. Extra in a tame way so to speak whereas Mother Monster, well.. is anything but tame.

Charisma sextile MC

She is seen as someone very charismatic throughout her career.

Zendaya's birth chart:

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***disclaimer: entertainment purposes only, reader discretion is advised***

Thank you for reading ♡

@northopalshore

[kanmom51]

Pool fun Jeju day 2 (Episode 5)

Or

What JM gets up to when he has a proper wall to hide behind

or

JK is JM's toy - he told us so himself

or

Do we play the "find the couple" game again?

With those three alternative headers do I really need to write a post? 🤣🤣

Probably not. But where's the fun in that?

I guess we need to cut this into 3 parts. In the pool, out of the pool and back in the house. Or, during, after and after after, or, and this is the one I love the most, naughty JM, payback JK and double payback JM.

In the pool

There aren't enough WTFs in the world to throw at whatever was going on with those two in that pool. And yes, I am very much aware of the fact that there were actually 3 people in that pool. Not sure JM and JK were though, lol.

What strikes me funny is that we got to see way more sus Jikookery when Tae was around than when he wasn't. Maybe it was because having Tae there as a buffer made it easier to play the deniability card, maybe it was because they allowed themselves to be like that, again, because of that buffer called "the guest", lol. And maybe, just maybe, any "too friendly" activity on the first night found it's way onto the editing floor, figuratively, because, once again, it was way harder to explain it away.

Basically, with "the guest" involved in the games it's easier for all parties involved to push the boundaries without it being too much for the audiences 'allergic to queer' sensitive stomachs.

Whatever whichever, JM was in a mood. Clearly feeling MUCH better than he did the day before and out to get HIS!

Oh JM darling, your naughty naughty side is showing.

Same side a glass wall prevented us from seeing just the night before.

He was all in. Deep.

What was he up to there?

Why? Why the cut????

The amount of cuts going on. Dudes, enough with denying us!!

and this one.

Funny how there is no need to cut out the parts JK is going for Tae, lol.

And this cut here.

Once again JM getting handsy there. And if there was any kind of 'retaliation' the editors decided it was not meant for our eyes, lol.

It's bad enough those two (as in JM and JK) made sure to do his naughty behind a wall. Do they have to cut all the fun out? Well, not all the fun, but the juicy parts of it?

And then, after all those cuts this is what they decide to leave in?

Wtf was this all about?

On second thought, perhaps it's better you don't tell me, lol.

But before I do move on, do I mention that the way JK went for JM's hair like that and the way JM had no problem with it feels like this isn't their first rodeo?

Do I mention that?

🤔

Oh, and btw did JM and JK exchange their swimming trunks here? Either they did or they each got 2 pairs to start with (I'm going with option 1).

There was much more fun going on in that pool, much of which we didn't get to see. A lot of it just the two of them with their shenanigans and Tae being a spectator and some with Tae playing the games with them as well. Tae leaves the pool with the two still in it, we don't know if they stayed and for how long as that's when the editors decide we've seen enough pool play for one episode, lol.

Out of the pool

This is the JK payback part of things, lol.

See, JM needs to be punished for being such a tease.

JK locking JM out. making sure he locks every single door.

The playfulness.

The cheekiness.

For instance, what was this?

Was JM saying something? Mouthing something? Or was that him trying to flirt his way in?

And that wink.

And let's talk about this:

The 5412.

I really wasn't going to talk about it, but seeing that I've had a couple of asks about it, I'll sum it up in a couple of words.

I'll start by saying that I don't speak Korean, nor do I have knowledge of Korean slang. And as such all I can do is rely on others translations.

There are a couple of versions as to what it meant.

JM clearly signed 5412. There is no confusion there.

The question is what does it mean, or what did JM mean by it in the context of the situation?

Of course I've seen the "I love you" explanation. But other than the original account posting this explanation, not only have I not seen corroboration to it, but mostly other accounts either outright contradict it or just give another possible explanation.

Like this one:

And this is basically the same:

I can only assume that if indeed JM was saying "I love you" that the K-JKKs would be going wild (in their own cryptic way of course), which they aren't. Well, not about the 5412 thing in any case. So, I will be playing it safe here and going with it either being a way to signal JK to open the door or some other message that is for them to know and us to not.

But those two and their sus behaviour were enough to drive us wild anyway.

Back in the house

Towel battle.

And yes, JK supposedly started this.

But did he?

And I ask that because of this here:

Did you see it?

That was the full scene.

So I will tell you the 2 things I see here.

This is the 1st:

Look carefully.

JM is hitting JK's back.

When you watch the original with the sound you can literally hear the smack on JK's skin.

OMG < the abused becomes the abuser>

Bull bloody crap.

This is them being their own playful self, JM's response to being locked out by his naughty bf.

So yeah, maybe JK was the first to throw in the towel, or more so to throw the towel at JM, but he definitely was not the first to smack. And low and behold, he doesn't flinch from that smack.

And then there is this too:

JM looking JK over with intent, hands lifting towards JK and.... cut!!

Again they deprive us.

Going from JK drying himself to JK's towel suddenly all rolled up and ready to strike.

And then the 'battle' begins.

It amazes me time and time again how those two manage to find joy in just about anything, even supposedly mundane moments. Calm joy, just sitting there with each other. Chaotic joy, with their playfulness and outright chaos and mischief.

JM the trickster, lol.

And what do we make of JM commanding "STAY" to JK ?

I think I'll leave you with that. Food for thought.

I will just say one thing before I go:

People need to stop looking at them like cardboard cutouts. These are two complex human beings. Fully grown adults. Young adults, but still adults. And they are both of strong character. They know what they want and who they want. And they know how to express themselves and stand up for what they want. Even more so with each other. Those two know each other through and through. Anyone that thinks they have the right to insert themselves into those two's relationship and call out one of them for their behavior with the other need to just go...

Away...

Maybe get a life...

Maybe touch some grass...

Maybe just piss off.

Whichever it is, they need to leave these two alone. Because they can scream blue murder as much as they want, at the end of the day these two will choose each other over anything and anyone.

And let me say that once more with feeling:

They CHOSE and will keep on CHOOSING each other.

[flamingpudding]

Ghost Hunting Vigilantes

Ouija Board Prompt Idea Continuation...? Maybe!

Follow up part directly to this: Ghost Hunting Vigilantes #2

A/N: You guys are awesome. Comments and Reblogs gave me so much inspiration I ended typing this down during Lunch Break. Also I just might have wanted to image Tim going all out on the ghost investigation, I blame watching to many TFIL Overnight videos...

You would think that as Ghost King Danny would be able to learn from his mistakes, and he really could learn from his mistakes but for some reasons, this was something he was not learning from as he floated above the vigilantes curious. He wasn't going to mess with them again, Lady Gotham had beat that into his skull at least. Not like he did the first time but apparently the old city spirit was rather protective of her 'knights'.

Still their first meeting had gotten the Ghost King curious. It wasn't just about the matter with the Red Hood Guy, something he had promised Lady Gothom to take care of as compensation once he figured out what was up with him. But these guys seemed to have gotten an interest in ghost communications now.

So a couple weeks later he was floating invisible once again above them watching the RR Teen - by now he had learned that RR stood for Red Robin and he had snickered at the realization that his hero name was also the name of a Dinner - was laying out cat balls all around the room before setting up some other devices.

The Kid, Robin, was sitting cross legged and arms crossed on the ground and looked very grumpy. Danny could hear the kid mutter something about Pit Demons and that they should get rid of them instead of trying to communicate. The kid had yelled that before and Lady Gotham had never explained that in her lectures about how he should treat her 'knights'. What were Pit Demons? Was that a ghost variant his kingly tutors had failed to tell him about? If they were his subjects and tormenting humans he would need to deal with them, before the GIW became aware of them.

The one in blue, Nightwing if he remembered correctly, was laying out the Ouija Board again at the same place it lay last time. Danny noticed that the guy was looking at the board with curious confusion and for a moment the Ghost King wondered if he had left some traces on the board when his own ectoplasm soaked it.

"Think that ghost will appear again?" The girl in purple was also there again and next to her was another girl dressed in darker colors. Spoiler and Orphan according to Tucker and the city spirit.

"It's a Pit Demon. Stop calling it a ghost." Robin cut it glaring heated at them all. Danny muffled a snicker. The poor kid was definitely not very good at handling the ghostly things but by saying the Ghost King was Pit Demon the kid appeared to be braver about the whole situation these vigilantes were 'investigating' and setting themselves up for.

"I am more worried that Replacement got scammed buying all these things." Red Hood huffed as he was turning around and looking at a controller-like thing in his hands. Danny floated closer looking over the tall guy's shoulder. The thing had five LEDs in different colors and EMF Meter was written on it. Huh, was that thing like the Fenton-Finder? Well his parents had to get the idea for their inventions from somewhere.

A high pitched beep resounded in the room and all eyes turned to Red Robin who was finishing up setting a small box with an antenna. Danny recognised this one from online ghost hunting videos Sam has made him watch as a joke, a REM Pod. Oh so all the stuff they laid around the room including the cat balls were options for him to use? That was pretty nice of them considering the first time they were just playing around with a Ouija Board.

"We are all set up and good to start." Red Robin said as he stood up facing the rest of the vigilantes proudly and Danny arched an eyebrow. "We can now investigate if this 'ghost' is a Pit Demon or has anything to do with the Lazarus Pits or Water and what they want here in Gotham! I missed out on getting a sample last time but hopefully they will be willing to give me one this time."

The Lazarus' what now? Danny blinked at the teen stunned. He had only played a joke on them and Lady Gotham had already sorta punished him for it. If getting hit by a ghost club and lectured on knightly etiquette counted as punishment, which in his opinion did. Why were they making such a big deal out of this anyway?

"Don't we need to… like open a veil and introduce ourselves?"

"No."

"Oh come on Baby Bird. We have to be polite."

"Says the fucker who secretly attempted to use the Ouija Board behind our backs." Red Hood grumbled turning on the controller in his hand and nearly dropped it as the LEDs all started to glow and it let out a long drawn out beep. Danny blinked at it, he was still floating around the tall guy's shoulders.

"Fuck! The hell is with that thing?"

"Oh! Oh! The ghost is already here!"

"It is a Pit Demon."

All the vigilantes suddenly looked a lot more on alert, Danny held back a chuckle as he floated away from Red Hood and over to Nightwing. The LEDs went down to two and Danny suppressed a hum in curriousity. Did Red Hood have a signature that thing was picking up on? Was the guy a halfa in the making? He didn't appear to have any of the signs Vlad had told him about once.

"Hey so are you the one we talked to last time?"

Seeing the board as the closest thing to communicate by him, he reached out and moved that wooden piece to YES. The vigilantes looked among themselves and Danny floated over to the kid that started nervously playing with a cat ball that had been placed near him, wondering if he could send out like a calming aura for the kid.

Lady Gotham hadn't needed to hit him that hard, seeing the kid now made the Ghost King feel guilty for scaring the poor boy the way he did. Even if he didn't know what all that Lazarus Stuff was about yet. He mentally noted that down, maybe Clockwork, Pandora or one of the annoying Observants had an idea.

"So are you a Pi-"

"Are you okay?" Nightwing cut in, interrupting the question Red Robin was going to ask and Danny blinked. Huh that was new. It's been a while since anyone aside from his sister and best friends asked him that.

He floated towards the RR teen and he lightly touched the REM Pod's antenna, it let out a different pitched beep than it had before causing the teen that stood by it to jump up and turn around staring at it with wide eyes. "I didn't touch it!"

Spoiler rolled her eyes. "Of course you didn't, Mr. Ghost did."

"The ghost could be a girl for all we know."

"It's 16."

"The voice we heard last time sounded like a male teen though."

"It is a Pit Demon, it most likely lied to us."

Rude, Danny didn't lie. He picked up one of the cat balls, it started instantly lighting up because of the movement, and lightly threw it at the kid that caught the ball on reflex. Wide eyed they all stared at the still blinking ball. "Did…. did the ghost just fucking throw that at Demon Brat?"

"I only ever saw in videos how ghosts lightly touch it to make it blink. I have never seen a ghost throw it like that."

Danny snickered into his hand to muffle it. Robin suddenly dropped the ball like it had burned his hand glaring at nothing as his eyes wandered over the room. "Show yourself Pit Demon!"

He floated over to Nightwing and the Ouija Board again, passing Red Hood who was still holding the EMF Meter that hit all five LEDs for a moment and beeped when he passed by. Making the tall guy jolt and stare down at it. He swiftly moved the wooden piece to NO.

After last time and the beating Lady Gotham gave him with her ghost club, he was not going to show himself. Not even with a little ectoplasm-avatar blob form. Okay maybe he will later on, when he was sure they wouldn't suddenly start attacking it again. He didn't see any of his parents' weapons with them but he wasn't going to risk it. Considering what Red Hood had said earlier, Red Robin might have bought some more stuff he had not shown or laid out yet.

"I demand that you show yourself, Demon!" The kid was pulling out his katana looking ready for a fight.

Now that was rude. Danny was a half ghost. Not a Demon. They were an entirely different species. Sure they were sort of a part of the Infinite Realms but like Ghost are formed from ambient ectoplasm, strong wills and emotions. Demons were like a living breathing species that needed to eat actual food like humans and not entirely made of ectoplasm.

Danny didn't move a single finger to respond to Robin's demand, silently scoffing.

"They are not ghosting us now are they?" Nightwing carefully asked after the silence had dragged on. Red Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I swear if you made them leave, I will not include you the next time we investigate this 'Pit Demon' as you call them."

"Come on guys! We can't give up now. Maybe we can call them back?" Spoiler added, Orphan next to her nodded enthusiastically.

"This thing is still glowing on two LEDs." Red Hood added holding up the EMF Meter for the rest of them to see.

"So it's still around?"

"Probably."

There was more silence and an idea sparked in Danny's head as he suppressed a snicker and carefully floated over to the REM Pod making sure to avoid Red Hood and not alerting the thing in his hand. He crouched by the box, studying it for a little bit and making sure not to touch it to accidentally set it off too soon.

"It's been too quiet. Are you sure it didn't leave?"

"Still on two LEDs."

"This demon is a coward."

"You're not making it better Baby Bird."

"We should have gotten Signal to come too. He probably could have told us for sure if they are still around or not."

"Maybe we should pack up and try another time again?"

"But we didn't even get the ghost's name!"

Taking this as his que to give a sign of 'life' from him again, Danny touched the REM Pods antenna with a certain rhyme in mind. He wasn't hitting the notes correctly but the pitches were different enough from each other that these vigilantes would recognise what he was doing.

They jumped at first at the sudden noise until slowly realization dawned for some of them. The girls started to laugh after a moment and Red Hood also chuckled with the realization. Nightwing didn't look exactly ecstatic but he did seem ready to burst out laughing. Robin looked rather confused and annoyed and Danny wondered if the kid had any meme knowledge while Red Robin groaned but then appeared to smile in good humor.

Once Danny stopped playing with the REM Pod, Red Robin walked over to a table and put the case under it on top. He opened it and placed a raidio looking like thing on the table as well as a camera with a screen on it.

"Now, Mr. Ghost. I know you have a voice we heard before but you seem to appear to prefer not talking to us directly and whatever made you talk last time doesn't seem to be around tonight. So I have a spirit box and a SLS Camera additionally prepared here." Red Robin switched on the 'radio' and it started making white noises filtering through radio channels, he turned back towards the room holding the camera up with the screen facing the teen. The other vigilantes also appeared stunned by how prepared Red Robin was. Danny could only blinked as he realized that Red Robin was pointing it directly at him and for a second he wondered if that thing was actually picking up his movements or if it only picked up static or blurred images like the cameras back at home that were not old film.

"Let's have a talk this way, shall we?"

-Seriously?- Danny muttered making sure he was using ghost speech so they wouldn't hear him only to slap his hands in realization over his mouth as the Spirit box statically repeated his words understandable for them.

Wide eyed he stared at Red Robin who grinned triumphantly at him, he was still invisible at least... right?

[void-bitten-ghost]

Thinking about Lucanis going back to that brothel. Thinking about him seeking out that card player for something so stupid he refuses to ask thier name out of sheer embarrassment.

"How much for an hour of your time?"

"A whole hour?" Not-Rook grins, brow practically up in thier hairline. "Feeling a bit ambitious tonight, I see."

Thier current company, a busty woman with a feather scarf in thier lap, snickers. Lucanis doesn't rise to it.

"I need advice," he relents. "And I know your time is valuable."

"Huh." They sit up, gently helping the woman to her wobbly feet. "That's a first."

They stand themselves, much more stable but hiding it under the guise of merry drunkeness. They give a flouncy wave and a blown kiss to the rest of the table.

"Alright, birdy. Let's go somewhere you're more comfortable talking."

They go upstairs, into a series of hallways with many a closed door, and thankfully the entertainer facade drops. They enter the second door from the end and the silence stretches as Lucanis tries to put together the sentence that best says what he wants it to without making himself look like an idiot.

Remember this is younger Lucanis. Wee lamb. Still figuring out some things about himself but needing to be the best Crow he can.

The silence is near unbearable. They shift in thier seat on the end of the plush bed. One he hadn't even noticed but really should have. He knew the exits (a window just beyond, another back at the end of the hall), sure, but knowing the obstacles was probably just as beneficial.

"You know, an hour isn't that lo--"

"I need to know how to kiss someone properly," he barrels ahead, arms crossed and fingers tapping on his elbow. And Rook-but-Not just stills, mouth slightly agape, brows crinkled in a concerned sort of curiosity.

"I have a contract," he states, as if that clears up everything.

"Riiiight." They look at him, all tense muscle and evident sleep deprivation, and decide to throw him a bone.

They pat the bed next to them. "Alright. Come here."

"That wont be necessary. I just need instruction--"

"No you don't, Birdy," they sigh, and they see the nickname grates at him. They love that. "You need guidance. And you ain't gonna get that from six feet away."

They pat the bed again, scooting over as to not crowd the man who looks about ready to bolt. "Sit. I don't bite unless I'm asked to."

That, surprisingly, gets a snort. Quite a nice reward to be honest. Felt properly earned.

He shakes his head, looks like he's about to leave, maybe leap out the window, and then slowly, in measured strides, makes his way over to sit.

"Okay," they grin, weirdly proud of him for deciding to stay. "So. You need... kissing? Lessons?"

"Meirda, it sounds even worse when you say it--"

"No no no, this is some weird, deadly, Crow business yeah?"

He nods.

"Then you need to do it right the first time," they encourage, turning to him, one leg folded under them. "It's not easy, you know. It's a skill like any other. Right--" they lean forward, think better of it, sit back with thier legs crossed rogue-ishly under thier elegant robes. A glint of Something in thier eye at spending thier time doing something different for a change.

"Okay. Let me try and explain--"

After the second hour of learning 'proper tongue placement and maneuvers' Lucanis feels like his plan for some simple training has run away from him.

They're clinical about it, which puts him at ease. As much at ease as he can be at least, given the situation. And they only touch him to tap his jaw once, telling him to relax the muscles there.

In the end, Lucanis has enough theory to write a full report on the subject of, of all things, kissing.

"Why didn't you just ask that brother of yours? He clearly gets around."

"Cousin," Lucanis sighs. "And he'd be insufferable about it."

"Ah."

"Thank you for your help."

"No problem. The Old Lady downstairs takes the payments. Oh wait--" They ruffle their own hair before leaning over to do the same to him, and strangely enough, he lets them.

"Need to look like something happened," they explain, purposely rubbing thier eyes to smudge their make-up down their cheeks. "The old lady likes to overcharge if she thinks we're just taking up a room for no reason."

All in all, that is one of the most bizarre nights Lucanis has for a good long while

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Sorry one more question: do you think Odysseus trying to kill Diomedes during the slaughter drives a rift between Odysseus and Telemachus since Diomedes has been an almost father figure to Telemachus? Do you think Diomedes kind of tries to laugh it off as a "oh he's done that before" kind of thing in reference to the Palladium heist in the Little Iliad? If so, do you think that would make the situation better or worse? So really three questions sorry

i think Odysseus tries to kill Diomedes BEFORE the slaughter. like, the moment Diomedes pulls him aside and is like 'odysseus I know its you I can see through your disguise', Odysseus is ready to kill. He immediately assumes Diomedes is here to marry Penelope, and Diomedes has to fend him off while he explains that he originally came to Ithaca for HIM not to contend for Penelope's hand, and that he's been doing his best to protect her and Telemachus WITHOUT having to marry her because he couldn't do that to Odysseus. Marrying Penelope would have been admitting that Odysseus was likely dead, which would have killed both Diomedes and Penelope.

and after Odysseus realizes that Diomedes has been keeping his household seat open for him and helping his wife fend off the suitors the best he can and raising Telemachus, the anger dissipates because you don't do that for someone you don't love. I think Odysseus never really understood how much Diomedes cared for him until that moment and its a little overwhelming and maybe a few tears are shed and the fighting turns more into hugging and maybe they smooch.

so, for me, Telemachus never finds out that Odysseus tried to kill Diomedes. they keep it between themselves, because it was really intimate and vulnerable and not something that either of them would ever really talk about aloud to anyone.