#and the ‘weirdness’ in question is him being confused whether or not there is 1 opponent or multiple in a fucking counterstrike match

[ouchgnf]

george being weird about pronouns is nothing, him telling dream that he should be straight was kinda mean spirited though. coming from a gay person it'd be mildly hilarious but it just reminded me too much of the straight girls in high school who kicked me out of the changing room bc i'm queer.

good thing he’s gay then

[krosiefics]

send nudes • bang chan

M D N I 18+

Summary: You accidentally send a nude to Chan and well…he takes it as a chance to act on his hidden feelings

WC: 2.4k

Tags: smut, afab!reader, dom/tease!chan, porn with little plot, piv, unprotected sex (just don't), fingering, oral (f & m receiving), creampie, mutual pinning(?), handjob, chan is a tease, reader calls chan; chris, chan, christopher, channie), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), not proofread, im prob forgetting some- sorry (brb gonna touch some grass)

“Shit shit shit!” You quickly pulled your shorts back up as panic spread throughout your body. You quickly look at the open messages to see if the picture has been seen yet. Ugh this is why you don’t send nudes! You screamed at yourself. About twenty minutes ago you were flirting over text with this random guy from tinder when it started escalating into pictures being sent, you took a picture and was going to send it to him but you unknowingly sent it to your best friend.

You hadn’t noticed until about five minutes ago when the tinder guy hadn’t replied yet, you noticed the notification of the image sent was under Chan’s contact and well now you’re trying to figure out how to delete the picture.

You already tried deleting it from your messages but that only deletes it on one end not both.

Suddenly the ringing of your phone fuels the flames of your anxiousness. You dwell on whether you should check the caller ID, peeking at the screen your heart drops, it’s Chan. “Oh fuck.” You snatch your phone, not answering it, before running out of your dorm, down the hall towards Chan’s dorm. His dorm isn’t far from yours so by the time you get there your phone is still ringing. As it’s about to hang up you finally answer it, banging on the front door.

The wood door swings open revealing a confused Chan. God you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Hi,” Chan chuckles, not acting like he’s seen something that he wasn’t supposed to, you sigh in relief, “I was about to text you-”

“Don’t do that!” You cut him off, pushing past him to grab his phone. “Hey?!” He exclaims after you snatch his phone, Chan makes a move to grab but you quickly dodge him, opening his messages app.

“Don’t delete it!” Chan huffs out annoyed. You stop, dead in your tracks, Chan takes the chance to take his phone back, shoving it into his pocket. “What do you mean don’t delete it.” You burst, heat spreading throughout your face like a wildfire. When did he see it?! You thought to yourself as you took out your phone and looked back on your messages, it displayed ‘read 1 minute ago’.

“Chan…” You push, when he doesn’t reply simply wearing a smirk on his face you start getting even more flustered, “Christopher! What do you mean don’t delete it?!” Your face is as red as a tomato at this point, your heart pounding so fast you can feel it in your ear.

Chan lets out a bubbly chuckle, you only ever use his real name when you’re either pissed or are in a teasing mood- you are not in a teasing mood, “I’ve got blackmail. And besides, it's fun seeing you flustered.” The smirk he wore was just straight up menacing. “This kind of situation is weird and makes me flustered- Did you just save it?!” You shriek as you watch him take out his phone and scroll through your texts. Chan smirks at you as he shows his phone’s screen, the save button clearly pressed. “Why would even- Chris!” You cry out his name, he finally puts his phone down on the desk by his bed with a shrug.

“You forget I’m a man.” You stand crossed armed as you stare at your best friend, “Yeah okay, but keeping a nude of your best friend is kinda weird.”

“Would you rather me send you one too?” Chan asks calmly as if it weren’t the most absurd thing he’s ever said. You scoff, eyes blown out by his question, sure Chan’s a flirt and likes teasing you, but it's never actually gone this far between the two of you. Just a simple mistake opened this pandora box.

“Who was that meant for anyways?” The Australian asks, sudden curiosity leading him on. “That’s none of your business-“

“Well you sent me the photo, I should at least get an explanation, no?” Chan raises his brows. “The guy from my date the other day.” You admit embarrassingly, Chan lets out a laugh while shaking his head, “The one that you complained about for the next three hours after your date.”

“I was bored okay!” You throw your arms up in defeat, plopping down on his bed.

A few moments of awkward silence washed over the two of you- well more awkward for you- before your phone interrupted the silence. You checked the notification, rolling your eyes as you opened the message from Chan. Holy shit. The grasp you had on your phone loosened as the electronic tumbles onto your face, smacking you right on the forehead. “You that shocked by the picture?” Chan hums in amusement. You gape at him after massaging your sore forehead, “Well no shit, you just sent me a dick pic!” You shove your phone in his face.

On the screen was a picture of Chan’s crotch area. His gray sweats not hiding the boner he obviously sports, his veiny hands holding onto his intimate area. A sudden realization dawned on you, “Did you just take that?” You stared between him and the same colored sweatpants that he wore. Now it’s his turn to be flustered, sure he had fun teasing you but now thinking about it, it wasn’t exactly appropriate to take a dick pic in front of his best friend even if she wasn’t aware of his actions. Brushing it off, Chan shrugged with a smug face.

“God you’re infuriating sometimes.” You shake your head. “Oh c’mon, you can say it’s hot, your’s was. It’s the reason I’ve got a bone-“

“Chan!” You squeak, your hands covering your face. Chan was too blunt for you sometimes. “You still need help with this?” Chan says, gently guiding your hands down from your face to show you the picture that you had sent him earlier. You pout, thoughts in your head weren’t lining up to how your body was reacting, “Help?” You shake your head in confusion trying to understand what his words meant. Chan hesitantly trailed his hands to your inner thighs, instinctively you spread them apart which he takes as a go-ahead.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You stutter, realizing where this could be going, “We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t wanna.” Chan said, retrieving his hands from your legs. The warmth of his hands still burning your skin despite them not being there anymore. “No, I wanna-” Your mouth moved quicker than you could process, you slapped a hand over it. Chan raised a brow at you in his regular teasing manner, you simply shook your head at him, “Chan…you’re my best friend, I don’t wanna change that.” That was a lie, you did want to change that, you really want to change that, but losing Chan was something that always prevented you from ever telling him how you felt.

“Who says it has to change?” The curly haired boy leans over your body, dipping his bed at the weight. Your hands come up to his shoulders, not knowing whether to push him away or bring him closer. “Chris.” You sigh, eyes closing in thought. “Keep your eyes close, if you want me to stop just tell me…okay?” His words fanned across your cheeks as he spoke softly into your ear. You squirmed at his words but nonetheless kept your eyes shut.

A sudden touch to your thighs made you flinch, the hand hesitantly tapped your knee for your consent, nodding in response. Chan let out a shaky breath as his hands nudged your thighs apart, revealing the wet patch that stained the lining of your shorts. Did you get turned on by the tinder guy? No, it was by Chan and his insufferable teasing, he’s what got your arousal pooling. Chan hums, his breath breezing over your hot skin, sending shivers down your spine. “This okay? D’you trust me?” He asked as his fingered trailed along your throbbing cunt, you bit your lip in pleasure, nodding frantically, yearning for more friction.

Chan begins rubbing his thumb in circles on your clothed clit while his other fingers slip between your slick folds that stick to your panty. Moving your loose shorts to the side, you feel him dip his head down, licking a stripe up your cunt. “Channie.” You whine, hands flying to his curls, entangling them with your fingers. The sudden rush of pleasure has you opening your eyes, the sight of your best friend’s face between your legs, lickking at your most intimate area sends another wave of arousal straight to your core. Your thighs instinctively tense around his face, Chan gaze lifts to you at the action, locking your eyes and you're done. Chan’s eyes stared into you longingly, the smirk that made his way to his face when he sneakily maneuvered your underwear to the side had you writhing under his hold.

Chan continued his assault on your cunt with his mouth, sucking at your clit, swirling iit around your fold. His fingers brought you even closer to the edge as they ever-so-often sunk inside, never past his fingertips as if he was teasing you. That familiar knot formed in your stomach as your thighs began to shake, the movement not going unnoticed by Chan. “S-Stop!” You say closing your legs in an attempt to get him off, he sticks to his previous words and obliges to your command. “You okay?” Chan looks at you, a pang of worry flashing in his eyes, his mouth and chin was wet with what you’d assume is your arousal and his saliva mixed, he subconsciously licks his lips as you stare at them.

You nod in response before climbing onto your knees pushing him back onto the bed, “What are you- Y/N?!” Now it was Chan’s turn to turn pink, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched you pull the waistband of his sweatpants down revealing his hardened cock. “This okay?” You ask innocently, contradicting your actions. “Fuck yeah, this’s okay.” He sighed.

You stared at his dick, the very same one he had sent a few minutes ago, you never thought you’d ever be in this position with Chan. The tip was leaking with precum and the veins on the side evident from the lack of friction, he wasn't too big like the ones you’ve seen in those exaggerated pornos but he’s definitely above average. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping it a few times, precum coating it making it easier to slide up and down. “Jesus, fuck, you’re so pretty, such a good girl, baby.” Chan rambles as you lean down, placing a small kiss on the tip. Tongue trailing down along the veins before coming back to the tip and taking it into your mouth.

Rolling his head back in pleasure, Chan gently takes a fistful of your hair so that it doesn't get in your way. You hum in appreciation. Chan almost cums, the vibration of your hum going through his shaft towards that knot forming in his abdomen. Hollowing your cheeks, you attempt to take more of him but Chan stops you, pulling you off of him with a pop. “Why’d you- mmph.” The feeling of his soft, plump lips cuts you off. His lips were gentle yet rough against yours, lust and desire making the kiss messier. Without your lips coming apart, Chan guides you to the bed again, laying you down under him. Lips dancing with one another, he adjusts your shorts and underwear to the side again, prompting a gasp from you, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue alongside yours.

You moan into the kiss as he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your eyes meet once more, he has that same worry in his eyes, asking if he can continue. “Fuck me Channie…please.” Before your words could fully come out he’s already snapped his hips into you, bottoming out and letting you adjust to his size. “You okay, sweetheart?” The pet name draws out an erotic moan from your lips, you nod frantically as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Chan places your knees atop his shoulders, leaning into you as his hips smack against the back of your thighs. The echo of wet noises bouncing off the dorm room’s wall, Chan has never been more grateful that his roommate, Minho, wasn't in town. “S’close, Channie.” You moan into his neck, your nails clawing at his clothed back. It barely occurred to you that you were both technically fully clothed. “God I like you so much, you know that baby?” Chan mumbled as he drilled into your cunt. “Channie, I like you too- oh my fucking God.” You curse as he reaches your g-spot, hitting it dead on. “Actually?”

“Mhm, shit, liked you for a long time.” You say between moans and whimpers, your climax nearing as your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, gonna make you cum. S’fucking pretty.” Chan slurred as his hand made his way to your clit, rubbing circles onto it. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, you don’t think you’ve ever orgasmed like that before.

“Almost there, where d’you want it?” Chan pants over your whines of overstimulation, “Inside, I’m on the- holy fuck- on the pill!” The sensitivity of your cunt begins to be uncomfortable. Your words send Chan over the edge, spilling his hot cum inside of you.

Chan slowly pulls out before plopping onto the mattress next to you. “You really mean it?” He pants, chest heaving. You look at him confused, your mind too hazy for anything at this point. “You like me?”

“Heh, yeah…I do.” Chan leans over and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. Rolling out of the bed, Chan comes back to you with a towel and some water. “Thanks.” You smile, taking the bottle of water. “Lemme get you some clothes from the closet.” As he makes his way to the closet an idea pops into his head. Chan snatches his phone before walking into his shared walk-in closet.

The ding of your phone grasps your attention, you reach for it and read the most recent message. It’s from Chan.

Send nudes ;)

[enhas-pov]

enemies by blood pt.2

summary: after sunghoon failed to kill reader, you’d think they both left it behind them, but no. they both seem to force themselves to do what their dads ordered, but why do they keep on holding back? they’re enemies after all.. right?

warnings: guns, yelling, cursing, near death experience, kissing, smut, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, r4pe(not sure?) reader is against it at first but enjoys it later on.. backshots, creampie, pet names

word count: 7.7k

pt.1

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i was sat up with my back against the wall, still in pain after my "fight to the death" with sunghoon. yes, im still alive, surprisingly. it surely wasnt supposed to end like this, especially not with the both of us still alive breathing. one of us were supposed to go down, and he had the chance to end it all for me, but he chose not to, and i have no idea why.

"kiss me goodbye?" i said, almost sounding like a whisper. he froze like he couldnt believe what had just come out of my mouth. his grip on the gun loosened, just for a second as if he was questioning whether to kill me or not. he stared at me with his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, unsure if i was joking or not. with the way i was looking into his eyes he could tell i was being serious when a tear rolled down my cheek. i leaned forward, my bloodied lips parting before they touched his. the kiss was soft as our lips moved together. i felt him deepening the kiss, parting his mouth as well. and with his lips still on mine, he pulled the trigger.

the gun fired, but not through my head. he fired the gun into the wall right beside us instead of at me. confused, i pulled away from the kiss to look at him, but he only lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of my neck. i let out an unexpected sob, reality hitting me that i was afraid of losing my life. "sunghoon..?" i whispered. he didnt answer me, only i could feel his heavy breath against my neck. the two of us—laying on the floor in complete silence with our bodies pressed together, a weird feeling of comfort filling the air.

“i was supposed to kill you.” sunghoon said, looking down at my weak body still sat up against the wall. he kept on walking back in forth due to how stressed he was, meanwhile i couldn’t be bothered to stress about this. “you’re supposed to be dead!” he shouted at me before he pointed the gun at me once again. “then shoot me” i simply said. his eyebrows furrowed, gripping the gun in his hand—knuckles white from the pressure. the gun trembled lightly as he clenched his jaw, he couldn’t do it. “fuck this..” he mumbled before he started walking towards me. he threw the gun on the ground, gripping both of my arms as he forced me to stand up. his touch was rough, but the look in his eyes were the complete opposite.

“can’t do it?” i asked him. he didn’t answer right away, he just looked me dead in the eye like he could see right through me. for a moment, i thought maybe he’d kill me right here with his bare hands.. but to my surprise he didn’t. “you’re not worth it” he spat, shaking his head. “i don’t give a damn anymore” he said. i swallowed hard, trying to keep myself cool and not show my weak side, “then go. leave me here”. his grip on my arms only tightened, but then just as quickly, he let go. he turned his back on me and ran his hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. his fists clenched as if he was fighting back, “get out of here” he said, his voice low. i looked at him confused, “what?”. his head suddenly snapped back around, eyes darker than they were before. “get out of here.” he repeated.

“i don’t want to see you again, understand? just fucking go” he lifted his hand up, using his index finger to point to the exit. “but-“, “go!” he yelled at me. it was like he was trying to make me believe he actually didn’t care about saving my life, or maybe he was trying to convince himself he didn’t care. i hesitated for a second, not knowing if i should listen to him or not. if i didn’t listen to him there’s a chance i could end up dead, so i had no choice but to do what he told me to do. i turned towards the exit, slowly walking away before i heard his voice again, “don’t make me regret this” he mumbled. “don’t come back, you hear me?” i froze, and i couldn’t help but to smile a little at him. “you know i will. only one of us is supposed to make it out alive after all” i said before simply turning away and walking out, leaving him all alone with the decision he made—to keep me alive.

i felt a stinging pain when the hot water came in contact with my wounds. i closed my eyes and let the water run down my face, and down to my body. sunghoon. park sunghoon. he was all i could think about. why didn’t he kill me? it was stuck on my mind.. i mean, he hated me didn’t he? is hate even the right word? that man despises me. if the roles were switched and i had the gun in my hands, i’d kill him in a heartbeat since my dad told me to do so. im not weak—i can actually do what im told unlike someone.. right? i mean, his blood on my hands? that wouldn’t bother me.. shit, i can’t keep lying to myself. i let out a big sigh, turning the water off before i wrapped the towel around my body.

i looked at myself in the mirror after my shower. you couldn’t see my wounds, thank god, they were covered by my pajamas. i couldn’t have my dad asking any questions- i quickly turned my head around at the sound of a door creaking, it was the front door. my dad wasn’t supposed to be home yet, so who was in my house? i slowly made my way out of the bathroom before walking down the stairs—keeping an eye out on anything that might seem off. “___” the sound of my name made me jump. i turned around just to see my dad stood behind me. “dad? you’re home early..” i let out a sigh of relief. “yes i am, and do you know why?” he raised his eyebrows at me and crossed his arms. was i supposed to guess why?, “no..” i mumbled.

“i stopped by the den. figured i’d help train my daughter, and you know what i see?” shit. “my men. dead. care to explain?” my dad wasn’t completely shocked, he’s had a lot of his men die before so that’s why he’s not bawling his eyes out like a baby. “i left early.. are they all dead?” i tried to lie my way out of this, i couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth about sunghoon. “all of them” he said. sunghoon must’ve gotten rid of his own men’s bodies before my dad arrived, or else this would’ve been a whole different conversation. “i really don’t know what happened” i lied with a straight look on my face. he nodded slightly, “i’m gonna guess it was park. probably sending us a warning..” he muttered. i only nodded in agreement, not sure of what to say.

“as my daughter, i expect him to be dead by the end of this week.” he said in a serious voice. “by the end of this week?” i almost stuttered, caught off guard by how little time i had left. “yes. will that be a problem?” he questioned me. “no dad” i said, straightening my back to prove my worth. he nodded, “i trust you won’t disappoint me. you’re my only daughter after all, it would be a shame if you did” he smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder before he walked away. jesus christ dad.. always putting so much weight on my shoulders. i’m not sure how i was gonna be able to kill sunghoon by the end of this week, but i was going to get it done. i can’t disappoint my own dad, im his only daughter after all.

i was parked on the side of the road in the city of seoul, waiting impatiently for sunghoon. my dad got one of his men, jiho to find out exactly where sunghoon would be so i could be there to kill him. it kinda sucked that he happened to be in the city since there are people everywhere, so i would have to somehow get him to a non-crowded place. chewing my gum, i blew a bubble before catching a sight of sunghoon *pop* "got you.." i reached into the glove box, taking out my glock and hiding it inside the waistband of my jeans. i got out of the car and shut the door behind me before i slowly started walking towards him.

i stopped right next to him where he was buying food on the side of the street, and he didnt notice me until i spoke up. "beautiful day, no?" i said, my eyes scanning around for something delicious to get for myself. "uh, yeah-" he turned to me and froze, the small smile on his lips fading quicker than ever. "shit.." he cursed under his breath. "look- this isnt a good time for you to be here." his voice was serious and direct. i hummed in response--not taking him serious at all, "well.. its a good time for you to come with me" i said, keeping my gaze fixed on the food instead of him. he let out an exaggerated sigh, "i cant-"

"sunghoon. i will blow your brains out right here--right now, ill get out of here way before the cops-"

"sunghoon!!" a sweet and excited voice cut me off.

sunghoon and i both turned around at the same time, revealing a happy and young girl stood behind us. "who is she?" she asked him, the happy look on her face turning into confusion. i turned to sunghoon just to see that he himself had no idea what to say. "im a friend of his" i lied, answering the question he couldnt. the girl still looked confused, squinting her eyes as she looked in between the two of us. "ohhh, i get it! shes that kind of friend" the girl smiled, covering her mouth with her hands. sunghoon and i both furrowed our eyebrows in confusion, having no idea to what she was talking about. "youre dating!" she exclaimed all of a sudden.

"no-" sunghoon and i jinxed. "shes really pretty tho" she nudged sunghoon, trying to keep her voice down when saying so, but i heard it clearer than ever. she turned to me with a smile, "im yeji! sunghoons younger sister" she said. i let out a nervous chuckle, "im ___-" sunghoon suddenly grabbed me by my arm, "dont you have somewhere to be? babe.." he glared at me, the pet name making him physically cringe. i looked at his sister and then back at him, putting on a fake smile before i brought my hand to his bicep. i stood on my tiptoes, leaning in closer to sunghoon and placing a kiss on his cheek. sunghoon was taken aback, meanwhile his sister let out a giggle. "ill see you later hoon!" i waved goodbye to his sister before i walked away.

i brought my phone out and dialed jihos number, putting the phone up to my ear after. "hello?" i heard his voice from the other line say. "move it." i ordered him as i walked back to my car. "yes maam, when would you like me to move it to?" he asked me. "tomorrow" i said as i walked back to my car, "im gonna kill him tomorrow" i hung up the phone and opened the door to my car before getting in. i couldnt kill sunghoon in front of his own sister. i might not have any siblings of my own, but i couldnt imagine having someone that i love watch me die right in front of their eyes, im not that evil after all.

i walked into the entrance of a tall building along with 5 men of my dads. "here you go" jiho said, handing me a heavy sniper that i would be using on sunghoon. "youll be going to the rooftop while were on ground. give us the signal if something goes wrong, and we`ll help you right away" i nodded at him, watching as the 5 men walked out into the dark late at night. i made my way up the stairs of the building while i carried my sniper, a million thoughts filling my mind. what i was thinking about the most was his little sister, i could imagine having one and her finding out i was shot and killed. im not completely heartless? of course im gonna feel some sort of guilt.

i made my way to the top of the stairs before reaching for the heavy door and opening it. a loud thud of the door shutting behind me when i walked out on the rooftop. it was a bit difficult to see, but my sniper had a night vision mode. i leaned over the edge of the roof, watching the view of the whole city. it was pretty, but parts of it would be covered in blood pretty soon. i placed my sniper in a comfortable position before leaning in, watching the dark turn into a green-tinted glowing hue. "i dont see him.." i spoke into my earpiece with a low voice, my fingers slightly adjusting the sniper as i looked around for him. "hes supposed to be leaving his dads office in a few minutes. theres no sign of a car to pick him up, so he`ll be standing outside long enough for you to get your shot"

i hummed, catching a sight of mr. parks office. i waited for what felt like forever until jiho spoke, "he should be leaving about... now". i watched the big doors to mr. parks office open, and there was sunghoon. he was wearing a black suit with his hair slick-back, he looked good not gonna lie. he was all alone, stood outside with his hands in his pockets. "whenever youre ready" jiho said. i aimed for his chest, not feeling evil enough to ruin his pretty face. i took a deep breath, my finger hovering just above the trigger. suddenly, my hand froze with the sniper still in my grip. *ring ring* the silence broke when my phone started ringing, "what the fuck.." i mumbled, taking my eyes off sunghoon and the sniper. "is everything okay?" jiho asked me, his voice filled with concern. "everything is fine. its probably dad" i reached into my pocket just to see "uknown caller" on my screen.

my eyebrows furrowed. confused and annoyed, i placed my phone back in my pocket and turned back to the sniper. i leaned in, ready to take out sunghoon for real this time, but that was until he was no longer there. my eyes widened, "where is he?!" i shouted in irritation as i looked around for him in panic. "shit.. we lost him" jiho cursed to himself before i heard him telling everyone to spread out and look for him. i rolled my eyes and leaned away from the sniper, "where the fuck did he go.." i mumbled to myself, but then i froze. my heart pounding in my chest when i felt a cold, hard metal press against the back of my head. fucking hell sunghoon..

"tell them you found me" sunghoon whispered, his voice so quiet that jiho and the others couldnt hear. i let out a shaky breath, "i found him" i said while i looked straight ahead. "we havent been able to locate him. where is he at?" jihos voice said from the other line as i fought every bone in my body not to tell him that sunghoon was stood right behind me. "call it off. tell them you want to do it on your own" he said, his voice sharp and cold as his hands gripped the gun pointed at my head even tighter. i let out a chuckle and shook my head, no way i was going to listen to him. sunghoon wasnt having it tho. he tightly wrapped his other hand around my waist and yanked me backwards against his chest, his fingers digging into my skin with a painful force.

he moved the gun towards my temple and pressed it into my skin, threatening to blow my brains out. i took a deep breath, "call it off" i said, only receiving confused voices from the other end of the ear piece. "maam, this would be the second time youre calling it off. your dad wouldnt be happy about this" jiho said, sunghoon listening in. "and?" sunghoon whispered. "i want to do it on my own.. for dad.." my voice came out barely above a whisper, "louder." sunghoon ordered. i let out a sigh before speaking up again, "i want to do it on my own. for dad". jiho understood and agreed, him and the others packing up and getting ready to leave.

sunghoon roughly ripped my ear piece out, throwing it on the ground before he stepped on it. he suddenly pushed me away from his grip, causing me to stumble forwards. i turned around annoyed, watching him adjust his tie. i was desperate to know how sunghoon knew i was on the rooftop, and how he planned all of this? "how did you..?" i asked in disbelief, not being able to finish my question before he cut me off. "doesnt matter." he said sharply, his voice tense and direct. "dont you owe me one?" i asked him, his eyebrows raising in question. "for not blowing your brains out in front of your little sister" i said, trying to sound casual as if the situation i was in wasnt as tense as it was. "ill admit it was generous of you. but unfortunately, i dont owe you anything--though i cant say i havent thought about it" he smirked at his own last words, gross.

i watched him intensely as i waited for him to make a move, he didnt even have the gun pointed at me anymore so i was really confused. without saying a word, he started walking towards me which only caused me to back away until i felt my body come in touch with the edge of the rooftop. sunghoon only got closer, placing each one of his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the edge. he leaned in with his face close against mine, "how many times do you think we`ll find ourselves like this, hm? because ill have to admit, im really starting to enjoy this" he mumbled, tilting his head at me slightly. "cut the crap, sunghoon. what are you planning on doing this time? since.. you couldnt kill me last time" i grabbed a hold of his tie, pulling him even closer to me.

he let out a chuckle before he grabbed my hand that was playing with his tie, "maybe ill just have to get creative this time." a cocky smile curling at the corner of his lips before he looked to the side, where my sniper still was stood. i followed his eyes and let out a chuckle when i noticed what he was looking at, "you call shooting me with a sniper creative?-" he brought his hand out, shoving the sniper off the edge of the rooftop, and for a brief moment, there was only silence. a sudden woosh of air, followed by a sharp crack as the sniper collided with the ground, sunghoon turning to me with the same cocky smile that was just on his lips.

i froze for a split second, my eyes flickering from the edge of the rooftop and back to him. inside i was trembling, terrified for heights but i wasnt going to let him notice my slight fear. "is that supposed to scare me?" i said, my tone sounding a little too forced as i tried to keep it cool.. which i hope he didnt notice. "no. but i can tell it did" his hand brushed against my arm, causing me to shiver just a bit. i shook my head as i avoided eye contact, looking around for a way to get out of the current situation im in. sunghoon could push me right now and id fall off the rooftop just like that, i needed a distraction or something.. "distracted?" sunghoon asked me as if he could read my thoughts.

i looked back at him, a sudden thought coming to my mind right away. he was a man after all, distracting him would be the easiest thing to do. i looked up at him with pleading eyes, "are you gonna kiss me goodbye again?" i asked, tilting my head at him slightly. he bit down on his lower lip, "i might.." he said. "but youre not gonna like how it ends this time" his voice low and threatening as he leaned away slightly, but i only pulled him back by his tie before crashing my lips onto his--giving him no time to process it. i brought my hands up to the back of his head and tugged at his hair to which he put his hands on my waist and pulled me in closer. i opened my mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue past my lips and deepening the kiss even more. while he was earning himself a boner, i was ready to end it for him once and for all.

my hand slid up his chest, and in a swift and effortless motion, i took control. i used all my strength and flipped us both around. before sunghoon could react, i shoved him--his body falling over the edge. i let out a shaky breath and turned around, not feeling like watching him fall all the way down and have his body smashed against the concrete, gross.. that was it, easier than i thought.. i just killed him, sunghoon is dead and my dad is gonna be so proud of me. my chest was rising and falling slowly as the wind was the only thing to be heard. on the outside, i looked calm and fine, but on the inside my mind was racing. i held it all in, clenching my fists before turning around to walk away.

"you bitch.." i heard a mumble. no fucking way.. i turned back around, my eyes widening when i watched sunghoon swing his leg up, pulling himself back up before his feet came in touch with the rooftop floor again. i looked at him in horror. meanwhile, sunghoon adjusted his tie calmly and clenched his jaw. "youre insane.." i gasped, slowly backing up as i knew what was coming for me. "says the girl who just pushed me off the roof." his voice was unsettling and cold, sending shivers down my spine. "dont act like you werent about to do the same" i barked back at him. and with no warning, he launched himself at me. he aimed a kick in my stomach that caught me off guard, causing me to stumble backwards.

"what the fuck?!-" he charged at me again--a swift punch aimed at my jaw. i stumbled back once again, struggling to keep my balance as i swear my vision was about to go black. he suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, twisting my wrist in doing so. "a-ah!" i yelped, pain taking over my whole body. i twisted myself out of his grip, turning on my heel to deliver a swift kick to the side of his knee. he groaned as he fell to one knee, slowly turning up to look at me with a glare. "is that all you got baby?" he taunted before getting back up on his feet. and with no warning once again his fist landed on my cheek, sending me almost flying backwards as my body hit the ground.

i started backing up when sunghoon was walking towards me, and i didnt notice how i was getting closer and closer to the edge of the roof. he got on top of me and threw another punch across my face, my eyes shutting close when my head threw back. my head pounding and every bone in my body hurting, i desperately tried grabbing onto something to stabilize myself--only to realize there was nothing to grab onto. i opened my eyes, my vision blurry but still able to see sunghoon hovering over me. he let out a chuckle, and as confused as i was i looked to the side--my eyes widening when i found myself hanging off the side of the roof, half of my body dangling over literally just air.

sunghoon leaned over me, a sick and twisted expression on his face. "this is it princess, already got your goodbye kiss." he growled, his breath hot against my face. he could see the panic in my eyes, it made him smirk while i was terrified for my life. without thinking, i drew back my arm and swung it with all my strength, my fist connecting with his stomach. the unexpected force of my punch took him by surpise, and he lost his grip--stumbling backwards as his back crashed hard onto the rooftop, the wind knocking the air out of him. i quickly lifted myself up and got back on solid ground. i glanced at the edge where the terrifying drop had been moments ago, returning back to reality right away.

i got up on my feet, my legs shaking with fear while my heart pounded faster than usual. my eyes caught onto the rooftop door, and with one last look at sunghoons body laying on the ground in pain--i made a quick run for it. running towards the door, i could hear sunghoon slowly getting back up on his feet which only made me panic even more. i barged right through the door and slammed it shut behind me, trying to lock it when i suddenly realized it didnt have a lock. "fuck- no.." i cursed to myself. i turned around and started running down the stairs, and i had no idea where i was going because the second i get out of the building i would be running straight into the dark.

my body suddenly froze, flinching at the sound of the door being slammed open. i watched sunghoon walk through the door, his tall and dark figure looking down at me right away. "im not done with you yet.." he said, his voice low and chilling--sending a chill down my spine. "fuck you sunghoon!" i yelled at him, furrowing my eyebrows in anger right before i started running down the stairs again, sunghoon following from behind me. i quickly glanced behind me--eyes widening with fear when i saw him close behind, closer than i thought he would be. my heart only raced faster, and without thinking i stopped by a random door near the end of the stairs and flung it open. it was an office. there was a couch, a small table, a desk with a chair, and the only light coming from a desk lamp.

i also happened to notice a drawer right next to the door, perfect. after locking the door i got behind the drawer, using all of my strength to push the heavy drawer across the floor. my hands trembled as i struggled to shove it in front of the door. it scraped against the hard wooden floor with a loud and unsettling sound, and right as i managed to push it in front of the door--the door handle started rattling. i let out a sigh of relief as i watched sunghoon struggling to open the door, meanwhile i started looking around for a way out. i walked over to the window and looked down, it wasnt any different from when i was hanging off the roof just a second ago. "come on baby.. open the door!" i heard sunghoon shout from the other side of the door, while still trying to break through.

"fuck off park!" i snapped at him, sick off all the disgusting pet names he keeps on calling me. i ran my hand through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh as i tried to figure out how i could possibly get out of the current situation im in. i started pacing back and forth, not realizing that the sound of sunghoon trying to break through the door had stopped. i paused and turned to look at the door, did he give up? i slowly started making my way towards the door, leaning over the drawer to place my ear against the hard wood. i cant hear anything- "a-agh! f-fuck..!" i let out possibly the loudest scream ever when a sharp metal object slammed into the door with a loud *crack*, punching a hole straight through the door and right into my ear.

"youre the one to blame for that." sunghoon growled at me, his voice thick with rage. i could hear him throw away the object he basically just stabbed me with, right before his fist started punching holes right through the door like it was nothing. meanwhile i was dealing with unbearable pain. the pain had hit me instantly, like a sharp pain bursting right through my skull. it blurred everything around me for just a second as i struggled to keep my balance. "a-ah.." i whimpered in pain as blood started running down my ear. i glanced at the door, panic not being able to take over me when i saw sunghoon glaring at me through the big hole he punched in the door. i watched both of his hands fit through the door, finding the edge of the drawer before he shoved it to the side with a forceful push.

i started looking around for something to defend myself with, sunghoons fingers brushing against the door knob from the inside before twisting it with a *click* sound. i was stood frozen in the middle of the office with my heart pounding painfully in my chest, trying to steady myself but every inch of me felt too weak. the door creaks open slowly--seconds before sungoons tall figure stepped into the office. "you look.." he stepped closer to me, a smirk forming on his lips, "like you`ve given up." he said. his gaze ran over me slowly like he was savoring every second of my weakness. i shook my head and kept my chin lifted, acting like i wasnt literally about to fall to my knees and actually give up.. but i could feel the tension creeping up my neck.

with his hands in his pockets, he started walking towards me slowly. backing away would only make me look scared, and even tho i was i wasnt going to give him the satisfaction. i straightened my shoulders when he approached me, his dark eyes looking down at me while mine looked up at his.

"i can tell when youre pretending.." he said.

"what-"

"a-ah!" i let out a scream when sunghoon suddenly slammed his foot into the side of my knee, the force twisting my leg in a way its not meant to go.. i immediately fell to both my knees right in front of him, the sharp pain pulsing through it as i struggled to catch my breath. sunghoon didnt leave me be for a second before he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head backwards. i let out another painful scream, tears forming in my eyes when he kept on tightening his grip by each second that passed. "s-stop..!" i yelped, looking up at him with my teary eyes--only to see that he was smiling down at me. hes a sick fuck for enjoying this.. "wont stop until youre dead.." he mumbled, his eyes locked on me intensely.

i couldnt even process his words before my head was slammed into the wall with a sickening loud thud. the impact rattled through my skull, sharp and dizzying. before i could try and somehow defend myself, he slammed my head into the wall once again.. and again, and again. my vision went completely blurry, my head pounding in the worst way possible and i was suddenly aware of nothing.. i felt numb. before my body could crash onto the floor, sunghoon let go of my hair and caught my almost-lifeless body. i was awake, but i wasnt really there. the room felt like it was tilting--my vision coming and going and i was painfully aware of every moment. with my limp body in his arms, he threw me onto the couch with a quick and careless motion.

my body flopped awkwardly when i landed on my stomach. my face was pressed into the cushions, and i could feel sunghoons eyes looking down at me from above. i opened my mouth slighlty, trying to beg for my life.. but i couldnt say much. "hoon.." i mumbled quietly, but he still managed to hear me. he didnt answer, only i felt his hands caressing my hips. i knew what was coming.. he was probably gonna stab me in the back or something (literally). i let out a shaky breath, preparing myself for the pain of death, but to my surpise i felt him grip my hips before lifting me up. i was extremely confused to why the fuck he positioned my ass in the air, "ill make sure your last moments are filled with pleasure.. not pain." he uttered coldy, leaning down with his front against my back. "its the least i can do for you angel.." he taunted into my ear before he let out a dark chuckle.

"w-what..?" i murmured under my breath, trying to turn my head to get a glimpse of what he was doing--but he only buried my face deep into the cushions causing me to let out a whimper. "shh.." he cooed me, stroking my hair before i felt his hands tugging down my black shorts. no fucking way. my eyes widened when i realized what this horny, disgusting, sick fuck was about to do to me. i started wiggling my hips around to get away from his grip, but he held me still with one hand while the other successfully pulled my shorts down, and i let out a gasp when he did. "p-please stop.." i sobbed, trying to lift myself up--but my body gave in and i plopped back onto the couch. sunghoon let out a laugh at my struggle before he brought his hand to my ass cheek, stroking it lightly before leaving a harsh slap on my skin.

i let out a yelp when my body jolted. i thought the stinging pain would go away by itself, but it didnt when sunghoon kept on leaving harsh and painful slaps on my ass cheek, my skin turning redder and redder each time he did. "shit- sorry princess. i was supposed to give you pleasure right? not more pain.. my poor baby." he spoke gently. his hand caressed my red ass cheek--nothing but a whimper coming out of my mouth due to the fact that it was still stinging. "s-sunghoon.." i hiccuped, "you dont- you dont have to do t-this.." i begged him to let me go, or at least just kill me right away. i didnt want to die like this. he hummed, "now, why would i do that? hm?" he brought his fingers to my panty-covered clit before he began moving his fingers in a circular motion. i let out an unexpected moan, not on purpose..

"see. you like it dont you? fucking slut.. acting as if you werent the one making out with me on the rooftop." he growled at me. i felt his fingers leave my clit, and i was relieved for a second--until he tried moving my panties to the side. i hurriedly closed my legs, stopping him from going any further, but that was the wrong move of me to make. he gripped both of my thighs, forcefully spreading them apart, "keep these open" he tapped my thigh, "wouldnt want to hurt you even more." he said as if he cared if i got hurt or not. "just kill me.." i finally said, which felt ironic because i never imagined id say those words. especially to sunghoon himself.. "just kill you?" he repeated while teasing my entrance with his finger. i let out a mumble, "i dont wanna.." i shook my head.

he hummed as if he was actually considering my words, and then i felt him insert a finger deep into my tight hole. i let out a loud moan, not being able to control my reaction to the pleasure i was feeling. even tho i couldnt see sunghoons face, i just knew he had that evil smirk on his lips.. i bit down on my lip when he started finger-fucking me. he curled his fingers inside my walls, and i couldnt help but to lean into his touch. "knew it.. you fucking whore." he spat (literally). he leaned down with his face dangerously close to my pussy, right before spitting directly at my clit. my whole body jolted when he attatched his mouth to my clit and sucked on it aggressively, "m-mmh! n-not there..!" i yelped as i squirmed around uncomfortably. he ignored my words as he continued sucking on my clit and finger-fucking me at the same time.

when the tip of his long and thick finger pushed against my sweet spot, i let out a loud cry at the overstimulation. a silent scream left my throat, "i-its too much!!" i squeaked. sunghoon pulled his mouth off my clit, placing a small kiss on it before he leaned back. "so pretty.." he mumbled. "makes me want to keep you alive just so i can use your pretty little pussy whenever i want to." i cringed at his words. i then felt him pull out his finger and a sigh left my lips at the loss of it. my eyes darted around the room before taking a deep breath--a breath that got caught in my throat when i heard the sound of sunghoon unbuckling his belt. "g-go jerk off or something..!" i yelled at him, but my words were quickly muffled when he shoved my face into the cushions.

"mmm!" i tried to scream, "i will. just inside you.." sunghoon pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his cock jumping out with pre-cum leaking from his tip. he wrapped his hand around his length and started jerking himself off, groaning at the pleasure he was feeling. i suddenly let out a soft moan when he ran his tip through my slit, hating the fact that he was actually making me feel good. he lined up with my entrance--both my fists clenching as i was pressed hard into the cushions, my palms sweaty and shaking slightly. i let out a gasp when he pushed himself into my entrance, the burning sensation making me eyes water. "so fucking tight.." sunghoon groaned, forcing his cock deeper into my walls. "i-it hurts!!" i yelped but sunghoon didnt seem to care when he continued pushing in deeper.

"it`ll feel better soon. i promise baby" he mumbled, his hand moving to the side of my face before he stroked my cheek. i let out a whimper when his tip suddenly touched my cervix, his full length inside of me--pressed so tightly that i could feel every inch of him, as if i were about to burst free from the pressure. "sunghoon- y-youre too big.." i moaned, all though it wasnt supposed to come out as one.. "ill make it work- fuck.. just relax for me." his hands sneaked their way to my hips where he gripped tightly at my skin, preparing himself to start pounding into me. i let out a whine when he slowly pulled out of me until his tip was the only thing inside, and with one very harsh thrust.. he slammed his way all the way back in.

"a-ah!" i let out a silent scream when his tip came in touch with my cervix again, but this time it felt like a stab. sunghoon bit down on his lip, throwing his head back in pleasure when he started pounding into me from the back at a slow pace. maybe he really was trying to pleasure me..? "mmh.." i moaned, craving more but at the same time i hated it. it made me feel disgusted by myself, torn between what my body was reacting to and what my mind was screaming. i couldnt let him know that despite everything, a part of me was actually enjoying this. i tried to push myself backwards on his dick unnoticed, but oh did he notice.. "look at you wanting more.." he laughed at me, "you want more baby?" he tilted his head to the side. i shook my head, telling him no but him and i both knew that was a lie.

"no? alright-" he stopped his movements, ready to pull out of me before i stopped him. "no!- wait.." i blurted out, lifting my head up and slightly turning to the side to look at him. "hm?" he hummed, "tell me what you want." he demanded, his hands caressing my hips while he waited. "m-more.." i mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "cant hear you" he taunted me. bitch.. "i-i want more" i repeated myself, making it clear to him that i did want more and i hated myself for it. "fucking whore" he degraded me which only made me clench around his dick, "you like that?" he let out a dark chuckle before he started pounding into me again, this time faster and exactly how my body was craving it. "mhm..!" i moaned, my mouth falling open slightly while my eyebrows furrowed.

"shit-" sunghoon groaned, the sound of skin slapping filling the room every time his hips came in touch with my bare ass. he slipped one of his hands down to my lower stomach, pressing down against his bulge that was very much visible through my skin. "feel how big i am for you?" his other hand squeezed my hip as he started pounding into me even faster. i let out a cry at the feeling of it while already being a whimpering and moaning mess for his dick. when i felt myself getting closer to my high, i opened my mouth slightly, "hoon-" i tried to speak, but i only ended up choking on an unexpected moan. "youre close- i know, fuck. can feel it with how youre clenching around my dick like crazy.." his hand that was pressing onto his own bulge on my lower stomach travelled its way down to my clit, his fingers starting to move in a circular motion.

i yelped when my whole body jolted, feeling myself about to burst at any moment. "me too baby. go on, milk my cock.." he said, his dark voice making it clear that hes not asking me to--but telling. a loud and pornographic moan escaped my lips when i felt the wave of pleasure crashing over me, my back arching and my toes curling when i came all over his cock. "f-fuck..!" i yelped, my legs starting to shake at the feeling of sunghoon still pounding into me. sunghoon moved his hands to my ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them afterwards when he got closer to his high. "shit shit shit..!" he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure when his thick cum spurted deep inside of me. i whimpered when i felt him painting my walls white, a mix of his cum and mine leaking out of my tight hole.

sunghoons thrusts slowed down as he came down from his high, the both of us panting and trying to catch our breaths. sunghoon pulled out of me slowly, looking down at my cum-leaking hole clenching around nothing. i let out a sigh at the loss of him, burying my face into the cushions with a soft moan. sunghoons hands reached for my body, his hands gripping at my waist before gently flipping me over. he guided me onto my back, my hair falling over my face when i rolled onto my back. i looked at sunghoon sat on his knees in front of me, his eyes looking down at my body resting on the couch with my legs slightly spread open for him. he leaned down against me until his chest was pressed against mine, his hands placed on each side of my head as his eyes looked into mine.

he brought one of his hands to my face, moving away the hair that was in the way. "how are you gonna do it?" i asked him, my voice coming out as a soft whisper. he looked at me for a second, and without saying a word he buried his face in the crook of my neck, and it only reminded me of last time he failed to kill me. i felt him leave a trail of small and soft kisses down my neck before he looked back up at me again, "my dad will have to kill you himself." he mumbled, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. "i wont let him get near you.." i froze for just a second, caught off guard by his words. my eyes blinked up at him, my hand moving up to his face before i cupped his cheek. "if my dad comes after you.." i whispered, "ill kill him myself" i said, sunghoon raising his eyebrows at my sudden words, a smile tugging on his lips.

"i know you will" he said before he pressed his lips against mine.

[rikiislvr]

unavailable . 5 - nishimura riki

pairing: afab!reader x nishimura riki

summary: fresh out a relationship with a heavy heart, niki seeks comfort in his best friend, not knowing you were falling for him

warnings: cussing

ps. read part 1-4 (on my page) if you'd like :)

next day at school, you walked in with your head down, you immediately spotted niki with ivy at her locker, she was on her phone camera fixing her hair, while niki’s gaze was stuck on you and your appearance.

due to lack of sleep, you began to form eyebags under your eyes, your hair was in a messy bun with your hood over it, you only felt like shit because of the feelings you couldn’t control…

you knew you never had a chance with him; but your heart wouldn’t believe that and let go of that fact. you hated yourself for it.

you didn’t wanna ruin anything for niki. you just didn’t understand why he would go back to her considering what she did..

but you’d support him either way. he’s your best friend after all…

you open your locker, hiding your head inside, sighing to yourself, you felt a presence beside you, you look up and see niki, with concern written all over his face,

“y/n…” he sighed, you just blinked.

“are you okay? you don’t look so good.. are you getting good rest? why’d you storm out yesterday?” he flooded you with questions, which made your heart ache.

“i’m fine!” you cleared your throat and forced a smile onto your face, but niki seen right through that. he knew your personality and this definitely wasn’t it,

before niki could respond, ivy made her way over and grabbed his arm, “cmon.. we have to stop by the library. you can talk to her later.. right y/n?” she smiled at you,

you so badly wanted to roll your eyes, but you didn’t..

“right. i’ll catch you later ki.” you smiled at him before closing your locker and speed walking away.

niki looked down at ivy with a disappointed expression, “what?!” she crossed her arms, “you’re being undeniably weird towards her.. why? you like y/n..” he says,

ivy just shrugged her shoulders and pulled him to the library, making niki wonder whether she had good intentions or not…

-

after school was finally over, you stayed after to catch up on some work you’ve missed, finally finishing your last assignment; you left the class and made your way down the now empty hallways.

but you were stopped when you saw ivy and niki standing at the end of the hallway, niki looked stressed, running his hands down his face, meanwhile ivy had her arms crossed, staring up at him,

you hid behind a locker and listened,

“i just don’t get it ivy… you never had a problem with me and y/n hanging out. you know we’re just friends!” he sighed, ivy scoffed,

“you’re extremely stupid if you think SHE thinks you two are just friends.”

which made your heart drop.. did she know?

“what are you even-

niki was cut off by ivy, “do you not see the way she looks at you? if she had the chance to steal you right from me, she’d do so in a snap of a finger!” ivy rolled her eyes,

and from niki’s expression, it looked as if he was thinking.. oh god no this can’t be happening.

“sorry i don’t want my boyfriend to be stolen from me by his best friend! i know she has more intentions towards you i just know it.” ivy looked down,

niki immediately lifted her chin up again, “ivy… i don’t want her.” he says, your eyes widen,

“i want you… y/n is just my best friend! i wouldn’t wanna date her even if i could.” he stared into her eyes.

and that’s all you needed to hear. it felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

it was all your fault. all your fault for gaining feelings for someone you knew was unavailable for YOU. you covered your mouth and quickly ran out the school,

niki heard your footsteps and looked over, seeing you run out, he immediately knew you heard him.

but he was confused.. if you two were best friends why would you be offended by what he said-

oh…

it hit him.

you DID have feelings for him?

“see?” ivy says, “what did i say? i knew it. she likes you and she wanted to steal you from me!” ivy whined, niki didn’t reply, his head was all over the place.

suddenly, ivy had an idea..

“you need to keep distance from her” she blurted out, making niki snap back to reality, “what?” he mumbled,

“yeah! if she likes you it’s best if you don’t go anywhere near her. ignore her and only focus on me!” she says, she sounded a little too excited…

“but.. isn’t that rude i mean- she’s still my best-

“no she isn’t niki.” she cut him off, “she wants you more than anything.. why would you stay around her and let those feelings grow? it’ll only hurt me in the end.” she frowned, “don’t you care about me?”

niki sighed softly, he knew she was right. but he felt a guilt if he suddenly stopped talking to you, “i’ll have to tell her..” he says,

ivy scoffed, “no you don’t!” she rubbed her temples, “it’s not right ivy.. ive known her for so long.. i’ll keep my distance from her but i have to talk to her first.” he says, ivy rolled her eyes once again,

“fine. but i’m coming along.” she pointed at niki before walking away, niki stood their in the empty hallway, thoughts flooding his mind.

how could you like him? you two were just friends and friends only? when did you start liking him?

better alone, how didn’t he find out before hand?

now he felt as if he was stuck between you and ivy. he cared about ivy of course but he also cared about you. he didn’t wanna break your heart but..

he didn’t feel the same way…

atleast that’s what he thinks…

he knew you always brought him peace he couldn’t find anywhere else with anyone else, but he never noticed if their was a spark between you both or not.

he just saw it in a way of two best friends keeping each other company…

but it began to hit him, he ran straight to your house the night after ivy dumped him.. there had to be more of a reasoning behind that right?

to him, he saw it as a way of him needing comfort, but deep down in his heart, you were the first person he thought to go to for a reason..

but he didn’t know what that reason was.

a/n: this is so short IM SORRY , but this has been requested so here u go!! lmk if u guys want me to continue this or not <3

taglist: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet @rii7eis7

[beefrobeefcal]

Vicinia part 1

Summary: Confusion, pheromones, and primal nature take hold.

Joel Miller / Dave York / f!reader | Rating: 18+ MDNII | Word Count: 6,000

Content Warnings: no official smut between parties in this part but... loads of loads (cum), kissing, jerking off, multiple orgasms, lots of scents and scenting, a/b/o talk and dynamics, getting horny on work time (Dave!), confusion about who's the omega, crying, cum-soaked sheets, poor spelling on FaceBook, FaceBook (it needs its own warning), cumming in pants, distracted driving, neighbours who don't like each other for no particular reason, everyone is just horny on main... JUST PROCEED WITH CAUTION OKAY?

Author's Notes: this is dedicated to my beloved prinny @xdaddysprincessxx - without you, i wouldn't have found this absolute unit of a genre + become enraptured to an alarming degree. So much so that I made + presented a PowerPoint on the Omegaverse. thank you 💜🥩💜 Welp. I got into the omegaverse + shit got weird. This was meant to be a one shot, but at 6k, it seemed to be a part 1 of at least 2. Next part will drop soon[ish]! Thanks to @strang3lov3, @noxturnalnymph , @bitchesuntitled + @ace-turned-confused for their eyes, minds, thots + love. Thanks also to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.

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vīcīnia f (genitive vīcīniae); Latin.  - neighborhood - nearness, proximity, vicinity

Dave was never the type to hide himself. Whether you liked him or not, he made it clear he was the alpha in every room he entered, every conversation he encountered and every interaction he had. Since puberty Dave had given off such a strong alpha aura, even a mere beta knew better than to mess with him. 

He’d never taken suppressants and his disdain for those who did did not go unnoticed. Dave held no sympathy - regardless of personal issues - for those who fell in line like sheep and conformed to what ‘society’ was demanding. He was above that, never feeling the need to hide who he was in order to satisfy the puritanical cowards that thought they were in charge. He was alpha enough to control himself when he felt it necessary and that was that. 

There was never a time - that Dave would admit out loud anyway - that he ever doubted or felt insecure in his steadfast approach to being an alpha. But he knew his polarizing approach had cost him a long term companion and many, many friends. Outwardly, he proudly wore the title of ‘lone wolf’.

Joel hadn’t felt this clear headed in god knows how long. Why did he wait? He knew the answer, but it didn’t make the surge of instinct and biology - which washed away the dulled senses and lowered libido - any easier to swallow. For the first time in over 30 years, Joel Miller wasn’t on suppressants. 

He’d started them because there was a societal requirement to hide his second gender - alpha. The betas, which made up the majority of the population, were brainwashed by their leaders - religious and political - to believe that their communities were in danger from the aggressive and uncontrollable alpha nature. And given that alphas were “triggered” by omegas, both alphas and omegas were expected to suppress their natural urges in the name of safety and the greater good. 

But it wasn’t the middle ages, it was the early 1990’s, therefore culling entire pockets of the population was thankfully out of the question. The options became taking a chemical suppressant offered by the government or risk being outed and outcast by your friends and neighbors, which often led to discrimination and violence. Joel made the easy choice to take the pills and be “normal”.

So Joel suppressed his nature, knocked up his beta girlfriend, and became a single father all in one year. And now, 30-odd years later, with the changing and more accepting times (and after joining a suppressed alpha & omega support group on Facebook), he decided to go “sant-free” and enjoy who he truly was.

And who he truly was, was a lot. 

Dave and Joel had lived on the same street for close to twenty years. There was a house between them, and they had watched owners and tenants come and go throughout the almost-two decades, and kept things as pleasant as they could between them despite their animosity for one another.

It was one evening as Dave was scrolling through Facebook - something he would never admit to doing - and he came across a support group for alphas and omegas who currently were - or had been - suppressed.

He smirked. “Fuckin’ pussies.”

He clicked on the group and joined, his interest solely in solidifying his fragile ego’s belief that he was better never having been tainted by a ‘sant’ in his life. Scrolling through the page, he got a kick out of the sob stories posted about ‘trying to gain back the time lost being suppressed’ and ‘feeling like being reconnected with my ancestors for the first time at a group howling’. He rolled his eyes and chuckled like an asshole, but stopped at a post with a familiar name:

Joel Miller Anyone else feeling like there smelling better? Not my own cent, but everything and other people around me smells bigger and more smellier. 6mths sant-free.

Dave just about choked on the gasp he sucked in reading this. He had been around Joel countless times and never once scented anything but his Old Spice from him. This didn’t make any sense, but the picture on the profile he clicked on was definitely Joel. He thought Joel was a beta. According to his own alpha group, even a suppressed alpha could be scented out by others. It clicked for him then. Joel must be an omega; his scent getting better now that he was going au natural. 

“Joel fuckin’ Miller’s an omega bitch.”, Dave murmured with a chuckle. 

After his Facebook discovery, Dave thought so much less of Joel, not that he thought much of him to begin with. He made a point to throw Joel cool glares and the occasional middle finger as he passed him while pulling out of his driveway each morning to go to work. Even if Joel never saw the gesture, it was irrelevant for Dave; he just felt better doing it.

Joel knew Dave was an asshole, plain and simple. He always figured he was just overcompensating for something. He’d always gotten a bad feeling about him, and he just kept a polite distance and had advised the neighbourhood mothers to have their daughters skip his house when they sell Girl Scout cookies. It meant more for Joel anyway -  at least that’s what he hoped for.

A silent, volatile accord had existed between the men, and you were about to come along and destroy it.

You’d moved into the house between them, having just left a tumultuous relationship mired in a power struggle with a beta man. According to the opinion of your friends, he was threatened by your ‘sacred omega energy’ and wasn’t worth your time or your tears. Even if you didn’t 100% believe that, the thought of it being true did make you feel better. 

During your first viewing and the walkthrough with the home inspector, you’d noted that you had an older, sober-looking male neighbour on one side, and a clean cut man with a predatory stare on the other. 

Neither seemed to be wiser to your omega-ness, despite the fact that you were no longer suppressed as heavily. You moved here to get a clean start now that you were taking back your innate nature, and relied on a different combination of medications to help ease your heats and allow you to be in public without being potentially accosted by overly aggressive alphas.

Your boxes were about 75% unpacked and for that alone, you decided that you deserved a break. Opening the back door, you stepped out onto the porch and then down to the patio, sitting on the back steps. The breeze was cool and sweet, causing your skin to prickle in goosebumps under the warm spring sun. Closing your eyes, you breathed in and enjoyed the peace and smells of cut grass and someone’s garden blooming downwind. It was complete tranquility. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You could smell him approaching his fence. The harsh, wet-metal tint of his scent dulling every other scent around you. He didn’t smell nice. He smelled brash, aggressive, bold, proud, stubborn… like a headache that wouldn’t go away in a rusted can. He was definitely one of those alpha-male alphas.

You turned your head to see the clean shaven neighbour, learing at you from over his fence. 

“Nice day we’re having,” his voice cutting through the gentle birdsongs.

You nodded politely with a small, tight smile on your face. “Quite.”

Another scent drifted through to you, a softer, smokier scent, like that of worn leather with copper rivets. You turned your head and saw the older neighbour watching you from his porch out back, sipping a glass of some amber liquid. He was also an alpha, but far less brash, according to scent anyway, and it made your scent glands at the crux of your neck and shoulders throb. His eyes occasionally darted to the other man then back to you. 

It felt like you were in the crossfires of a long brewing feud and given that these men both smelled like alphas, you weren’t too keen on getting caught in-between them.

The older man gave you a polite nod and took another sip. The younger man grimaced a smile as his eyes darted between you and the older man, then paused, seemingly smelling the air. You watched, growing curious as he looked away, brows furrowed and mouth tightening, as if he was trying to decipher something before his face relaxed and his eyes widened in realization. His scent changed, heedier notes crawling out from under his already sharp scent, and it made your blood run cold. He’d picked up on your omega scent and his own was responding. You moved to get up and run into your house, but stopped when you took one last look at him, seeing just his eyes glaring not at you, but past you. You turned and realized his ire was directed at your other neighbour, the older man on the other side of your other fence.

You turned back to the younger man and watched as his head sunk down behind the fence again. Then you heard a door slam and whipped your head around to find your older neighbour was now gone, too. 

What the fuck?

Dave was furious. 

He had a hot neighbour that he very much would like to get to know better, but Joel was so fucking distracting! How the hell can he look so unattractively old yet smell that good??

Pacing back and forth in his kitchen, Dave debated on going back out into the yard to try and get another whiff. Maybe this time, it would repulse him. Maybe this time, he would catch Joel’s scent again, and then, because it’s Joel, he would be so turned off, Joel’s scent wouldn’t cause his cock to twitch… his scent wouldn’t smell so good… so good and warm and earthy and comforting… like an arboreal paradise after a rainfall… and cinnamon… and a winter hearth… and…

“Get your shit together, York!”, Dave barked out, clenching his eyes closed.

Willing his body to purge anything that would positively reinforce how good Joel smelled, he braced himself on the kitchen counter, head hanging between his outstretched arms, and took some deep breaths. His mind told him over and over that there was no way that fuckmook of an old man could smell that perfect, but his body - his instincts - told him otherwise. 

He tried to distract himself for the next few hours with his row machine, his bow flex, his tread climber, his stairmaster, anything to drive him to physical exhaustion, but no matter what, he could not get that smell out of his head or stop his body from reacting to the mere memory of it. Just that small whiff was enough for it to be embossed into his brain and tugged on every muscle remotely connected to his cock.

As he laid on his back on a yoga mat, sprawled out on the floor and breathing hard, he heard Joel’s deep chuckle careen through the open window. 

FUCK. 

He pushed himself up off the floor and stormed out the back door to his deck, and scowled as he whipped his head in the direction of Joel’s house, only to lock eyes with the older man as he spoke to you, the new pretty neighbour. Again, the scent wafted towards him and began to embed itself under his skin. 

Oh fuck. The scent was stronger this time. Concentrated. Oh Fuck. Joel was going into heat. Oh fuck fuck fuck! This would probably be his first, and he’d need to be cared for and guided and helped, and the neediness he would have for an alpha, and -

Dave was shocked with himself, at how quickly he was succumbing to Joel’s scent, and he was even angrier when he realized he was fully hard. The seam in the front of his pants put pressure at just the right angle on the head of his engorged cock, making him involuntarily buck his hips as he sucked in a sharp, shaky breath. 

Joel just stared at him, brows furrowed and you had turned around by that point, too. Both of you were watching Dave, and both of you were looking equally unsure and concerned.

Dave’s eyes were wide and his nostrils flared, his mouth turned down in a furious frown. His breaths came out in frantic, sharp puffs and his clenched fists did a quick one-two punch in the air as he yelled, “FUCK!”, before turning around and storming back inside his house. 

With each step, his pant’s front seam shifted just so, and by the time he was in his living room, he had cum in his pants. 

You were so confused. 

All you had done was ask your older neighbour, who you now knew was named Joel, if he could tell you where to get a cheap lawn mower. That was it. You’d been inside and then could smell him again, and you came outside and were having a nice conversation when that asshole who smelled like water-logged metal appeared on his deck looking psychotic and also sporting a massive boner. 

As you both watched him disappear into his home, you heard Joel huff, “Jesus Christ, Dave…”

It was a lot, needless to say, and watching that whole thing was enough to abruptly end your and Joel’s conversation. You felt a bit disappointed at Joel bidding you a good evening before stepping back from the fence, eyeing the yard of the guy apparently called Dave.

Dave felt like he was going insane. His cock was hard, the tip was so sensitive that just the bedsheets grazing the boxer-covered knob was enough to make him suck his breath in through his teeth as he tossed and turned. He bit his pillow and whimpered as he laid on his side jerked himself off at the memory of the omega’s scent. 

By the time morning came, he was a sweaty mess. Instead of trying to clean all the cum out of his sheets, he threw them out. Even then, his cock was still semi-hard; his drive for that omega never quite letting up the choke hold it had him in. 

His stomach muscles were sore from tensing all night and his head was cloudy with exhaustion, and yet he still got ready for work and managed to get out the door only a few minutes behind his normal time. 

Today, he wasn’t so glad to be an alpha.

Joel was sweating. Good Christ, you smelled good. Even though he was rusty and somewhat out of touch with his alpha side, he knew what you were and he knew you were getting close to your heat. Smelling like a goddammed forest in a rainstorm and the warmed stones and embers of a hearth was already catching his attention, but adding the sweet, warm honey scent of your heat made you almost irresistible. 

After going back inside once Dave had put on that performance, he frantically hustled up the stairs to his office and fired up his desktop, logged into Facebook. He needed help figuring out how to let you know he was interested as an alpha and not as a regular man. He felt completely out of his element and wasn’t sure what his instincts were screaming at him to do to you were very gentlemanly or wise. He clumsily typed his question, not caring whether his fingers were hitting the right keys or not - anonymously this time because he was too embarrassed to have his face attached to this - into his suppressed alpha & omega support group:

smelled a omaha. smelled good real gopd. how i get her attention. 

He waited, but it was late. He needed to go to bed. He logged out of his FB account and shut the computer down, then jerked off under the stream of a cold shower. Joel too barely slept a wink, but managed to hold off on checking if his questions received any answers until the first inkling of dawn crept across the sky. 

Wow! Must be a good smell to make you type that bad!😜 Hey there, bud - maybe tell her how good she smells Been there. Give her food. If she’s close to heat, she needs iron.  Yeah! Give her some meat then give her your meat! These alphas need to grow up! Just tell her you're interested. And the idea about bringing her food is sweet.  Drink some cold water and check your spelling you wild hog Can tell she’s throwing you into a rut with your spelling - be careful!  Yeah, take her some food. 

Joel read through the responses, deciding that food and talking were going to be what he needed to do, neither of which he had in great supply. Sure, he had food, but it wasn’t anything that he could use to woo anyone, and his conversation skills were lacking beyond giving instructions on how to properly install drywall.

He spent the majority of the morning worrying about what to give you and fighting with the clingwrap. He settled on a plate of protein leftovers.

You were already up, in the front room of your new home and unpacking your boxes. You watched Dave back up and the speed off, swerving to get control of the steering wheel as he did. Weirdo.

Even your heat coming on didn’t make him or his scent appealing. But Joel - now there was the one you had to be careful with. His scent and deep timber of a voice were calling out to your baser instincts. If they had their way, you’d be on the front lawn like a cat in heat, yowling and begging for him.

You tried to push the thoughts of him out of your head as you puttered away throughout the morning. It wasn’t until a familiar scent pulling at you followed by a knock at the door pulled you out of your focus that you realized it was after 12 noon.

“Oh, hey Joel.”, you greeted him sweetly upon opening the door. You tried to sound as cool and collected as possible.

He smiled back, subtly trying to take a deep inhale through his nose. “Hey - uh… Did-didn’t know if you needed anything foodwise or if you were hungry or…”

He held out a plate covered in clingwrap that seemed to be pulled and torn badly. You could see some cold, breaded chicken wings and a few cold cuts of ham. You took it from him, unsure of what it symbolized if anything at all, and offered him a small, slightly bewildered smile. 

“Thanks… it’s -”

“Protein.”, Joel nodded, hands shoved into his pockets. 

You looked at him, brows raised and nodded back. “Pr-protein. Yeah. Perfect…”

“Iron.”

You stared back at him, realizing he was silently pleading for you to like his gift. 

“Iron.”, you repeated back to him, responding with a reassuring smile. “Want to come in?”

Joel looked like he was trying not to grin so damn hard and nodded, walking in your front door. His scent had a proud glint to it. 

Dave pulled into his driveway, and sat in his car waiting for the stupidly slow garage door to lift up. He had the day from hell; nothing seemed to make sense and he couldn’t get Joel fucking Miller out of his head all day. During a meeting in which he should have been paying attention, his mind wandered to what he hoped Joel would sound like as he was in heat, begging and needy on the floor in his living room as Dave imagined himself standing over him, relishing in the scent and the power… 

The whole meeting had paused, everyone turning their attention to Dave, as he was lost in the lusty daydream, eyes closed and sucking in air loudly through his nose then releasing his breath out his mouth with a groan over and over. It wasn’t until one of his superiors cleared their throat that Dave realized what he had been doing. The only saving grace he had was that his boss and most of the men in his department were also alphas and knew what the precursors to a rut looked like. 

He spent the rest of the day holed up in his office with a headache and a semi-hard dick. 

And now, he sat in his car with the windows down, waiting for that stupid fucking door to finally open all the way. He was so close to being in the confines of his own home, able to jerk off and be mad about who he was jerking off to, when he smelled it. That sweet, tangy, musky, spicy scent of an omega begging to be bred and fucked. Dave inhaled and his whole body shuddered. His sore stomach muscles tensed up and he swore he heard faint mewls coming from the direction of Joel’s house. Just as soon as they started, the scent began to fade a bit and the sounds seemed to vanish. He put his car in drive just as Joel came out of the front door of his home, walking towards yours and Dave began to sweat badly. He bit his fist as Joel paused and looked at him, and then slammed his foot on the gas and plowed right into his garage. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that Dave had a basement, there wouldn’t have been a cement wall in the garage and he would have been parked in his kitchen.  

But he still would have cum in his pants. 

Joel’s afternoon visit was nice, albeit short. He stayed long enough to permeate your home with his scent by just standing in the front entryway. Not only that, you could see your own scent was affecting him. He stood, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, hands jammed deep in his pockets and eyes looking anywhere but your face.

“I-uh… I hope you like… chi-chicken.”, he stuttered in a low voice.

You looked down at the plate in your hands and nodded. Finding his nervous energy bleeding into you, you felt like every nerve was hypersensitive to any changes in him. The way his breath moved in and out of his slightly parted lips, causing the slightly too long hair of his moustache to move with it. His pulse in his neck and the slight perspiration along his hairline on his forehead. Wait… this wasn’t nervous energy. Shit. 

This was your heat. Shit. Shit fuck shit. 

It was as if you both had that realization at the same time. Joel’s eyes suddenly zeroed in on yours and the depth of brown that you hadn’t noticed before robbed you of your breath briefly. 

“I…”, you started, your voice almost hoarse. 

Joel looked at you, his face taking on a sterner visage, and one hand pulled from his pocket and his right foot stepped forward like he was going to reach for you. You felt every fibre of your omega begging for his touch and your skin felt like it was on fire. But he stopped himself and pulled back. He cleared his throat.

“H-hope you like your… that.”, he nodded towards the plate in your hands and then backed up towards the door, fumbled blindly with the knob as he kept his eyes on you before finally getting it open. He stumbled back out the door and moved quickly back towards his house. 

You stared at your open front door for a moment before shoving your face into the cling wrap covered plate and inhaling deeply, trying to keep any remnants of his scent in your nose. You quickly moved forward and kicked the door closed, then ran to your bedroom. Tossing the plate on your pillow, you ripped your bedside table open and pulled out one of your silicone toys and had the bottom half of your body naked in record time. 

Laying on the bed with your head turned into the plate of now room temperature breaded chicken wings, ham slices and cling wrap, you tried to desperately quell the ache building up in your body before it got worse. It had been so long since you had a heat with an alpha in this close proximity.

Joel felt like an idiot. He knew you were in heat and yet he still got that close to you. He hadn’t been close to anything in heat, except maybe a barbeque, since going sant-free. Now that he had, he was seriously considering locking himself in the basement given the lewd and depraved thoughts he had about you. You just smelled too fucking good.

Joel was hard and he palmed himself through his jeans as he stood with his back against the inside of his front door. He opened his jeans, just in case, and plunked down on the floor. 

Would it be the worst if he jerked off to you? The way he imagined you’d be needy and whiny, your pussy puffy and wet and juicy and oh so sensitive, just begging to be fucked and knotted…

Joel’s eyes were heavy and almost crossed at the thought of knotting you. The need was so strong, it was like he was drowning and desperate for air. Knotting you, hearing that pretty voice make pretty noises, feeling you constrict around his cock, maybe even breed you-

His eyes shot open and his brows furrowed in shock at his own thought process. 

What the - no! No no no no no! Breed?? No. Nope. n-well… what if she… no. but what if?

He sat there on the floor, confused and horny and perplexed and aroused, for what felt like hours but was more like 26 minutes. His mind was brought out of that very unsettling yet tempting notion by his phone ringing. He almost jumped out of his skin and got up quickly, frantically pulling his cell phone from his pocket, answering it only to find it was a junk call. 

The only thing that call did was make Joel resolute in his need to lay claim to you before any other alpha did - though he wasn’t sure why.

He did up his pants and flung open his front door and marched down his front steps, feeling the undeserved confidence of an alpha going into a full rut. As he turned to walk towards your house, he saw Dave sitting in his driveway, looking a little worse for wear. He paused, then Dave bit his fist and drove right into and almost through his garage. 

While he was still very horny and he hated Dave, he was concerned. Joel ran over to Dave’s driveway but just as he got closer, Dave had already pressed the button to close the garage door. 

Dave was a fucking weirdo.

Even though you weren’t yet in the deep throes of your heat, this time around seemed to be exacerbated by two things: no hormonal supplements and your house was sandwiched between two alphas, both of whom had much stronger scents. Maybe there was something to the societal niceties of suppressants and creating more harmonious neighbourhoods. 

Joel’s scent had just gotten stronger and more intense. You knew without even looking out the open window when he was outside and when he arrived home. You’d quietly in your kitchen and just inhale, feeling the warmth bleed out from your core and wash over your body. Until Dave came home… 

Dave, on the other hand, did smell more intense, but it was like he was fermenting in his own pheromones. That ‘wet pennies’ and sour scent was even more overwhelming. It was everywhere and you couldn’t escape it. 

While Joel smelled like he was just waiting for an invitation, Dave smelled like he had the worst, strongest cologne you’d ever encountered, and it had gone rancid then dumped onto your carpet. 

After Joel had left you with the plate of food and you’d done everything you could with your bedside table dwelling, silicone friend and still felt like you were unable to scratch that wandering itch, you heard a loud crash! and you threw on some clothes quickly and headed out your front door. 

You looked towards Dave’s house as you came down your front steps and encountered the back of Joel and his amazingly broad shoulders as he shook his head. 

“What happened?”

Joel turned and, seemingly catching him off guard, he shrugged. “No clue. Dave was in the car in the driveway an’jus’ drove into his garage. Pretty sure he hit the foundation an’all.”

His face looked less concerned and more perplexed and suspicious.

You waited to hear more as Joel just stood in front of you, ponderous. “And?”

“And what?”, he asked, giving you a skeptical look. 

“And is he okay?”

“How in the hell should I know?? Been standin’ here almost as long as you, an-”

You scoffed, giving Joel a condescending look and walked past him quickly to check on Dave. You were just steps past him when you were jerked back against his body, colliding with him. 

You wish you were mad, oh god, do you wish you were furious at his little stunt. But the feeling of his skin on yours radiated throughout your body and dulled your mind of any sharp feelings or thoughts. 

You wanted him and that was final.

Joel wasn’t sure why you gave him such a high and mighty look and he wasn’t sure why you asked him such a stupid question. How was he supposed to know if Dave was okay? He’d only been outside about a minute or so longer than you.

But when you pushed past him, determined to make sure Dave was okay, Joel felt a disgustingly hot top-to-bottom wave of jealousy burst over him, causing his skin to redden and flush. On instinct, he shot his hand out and grabbed your arm, tugging you back to him. 

But the moment you were up against him and close enough he could count the pours on your nose and you could do the same to him, like a dog chasing its tail he had no idea what to do with you now that he caught you.

Sarah had come home when she was in sixth grade and launched into a seminar on the topic of unwanted physical contact after there was an assembly at her school about it over dinner. Both he and his brother Tommy had sat wide eyed while she spoke passionately about consent and bodily autonomy; he’d never forgotten that and every time he’s intended to touch anyone, he was reminded of that evening. The assembly’s information had probably made a bigger impact on him than it had any of the kids who had initially been required to sit through it. 

He was reminded of that moment as he stared down at you with big eyes and waited for you to shove him back or let a verbal tirade about unwanted physical touch at him. He watched your lips part and he closed his eyes and tensed up, inadvertently pulling you in tighter. Instead of feeling your hands land on him or hear the shrill side of your voice, he felt your mouth on his.

In only a nano-second, his brain went into recovery mode and the software that booted up was pure alpha instinct. His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head and the kiss was an electric moment. His emotions ignited and the world melted away. It began with a slow, lingering touch of your lips, a deep breath shared between the two of you.

But Joel’s desire took over and he deepened the kiss. His lips parted and his tongue prodded at your mouth, pressing for entrance. Once you obliged, his tongue explored yours, seeking a rhythm of pure connection. You seemed to melt into his touch and his hand fisted your hair and his other roamed down your to your lower back. He pulled you in closer from there, knowing you would feel his hardening cock press against your lower belly. His every movement was charged with longing, a silent declaration of affection, need, and raw passion.

To Joel, time ceased to exist. He could feel your heartbeat through your body in his hold  as he pressed you against him. There was no hesitation, no restraint—just the overwhelming intensity of the moment. 

In other words, Joel desperately wanted to fuck you. 

Dave didn’t know what came over him. 

Or, he did but admitting that he’d become completely at the mercy of an omega’s scent - his fucking neighbour’s scent - was humiliating. He’d been brought to his knees by just getting a whiff and he hadn’t been able to regulate himself since. Eating was a chore, so was basic personal grooming and hygiene. The only things that came easy to him were the acts of jerking off in bed and subsequently crying into his pillow. 

Dave was in a rut and he had no omega - or other person’s orifice in general - to ride it out in. 

Was that a good reason for driving into the cement wall in his garage? How was he supposed to explain to his insurance broker if there was any major damage and he needed to file a claim? That he went into a rut and hadn’t bathed, eaten a proper meal or slept a whole night in over a week because he was hornier than a 14-peckered owl and therefore it counted as an act of god? 

He let out a deep sigh and slumped into his seat in the car, rubbing his face. He did manage to back the car up enough to pull it away from the wall without subjecting himself to more humiliation by opening the garage door. The damage wasn’t extreme but it was noticeable on his car, and it was clear that something had hit the cement wall. 

He went into the house and as he came out into the open area of the living room, looked out the front window to see you and Joel attached by the face. When it dawned on him what was happening, he dropped to the floor and crawled up to the window, peeking up over the sill to watch. With his eyes trained on the two of you with your mouths interlocked, he reached up and clumsily cracked the window open, desperate to get the scent off Joel. 

What he got instead was a faceful of old leather and musky hormonal mess clouding the sweet scent of an omega. The omega that he suddenly realized wasn’t Joel. Joel wasn’t an omega. You were. 

Dave stared wide eyed and stunned, brows furrowing in deep angles, as the revelation hit him like a rogue piano that had been dropped on him from a few stories above. 

Joel wasn’t an omega in heat. He was an alpha - just like him - and Dave didn’t know how he felt about it. He’d grown accustomed to seeing Joel’s face in his mind while he came. He’d imagined how good it would be to guide Joel through his heat and be the big spoon as he cared for him. The idea of Joel needing his knot, desperately begging for it, was one of the only things keeping him tethered to reality during this rut and now that it was not going to happen, he felt a deep hole breaking open in his chest.

He didn’t know how long he laid on his living room floor, sulking in what could only be described as a biological and hormone-fueled heartbreak, but when he finally pulled himself up, it was dark outside and he was able to see his reflection in the window. His face had the texture of the carpet he’d been lying on embossed on one half of his face.

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Lucy MacLean Falling In Love With Monty Reader! [1]

A/N: You replace Monty from Episode 1 and instead of being killed off like him, you kinda second thoughts about your whole goal so you end up spilling everything out to Lucy instead—turning against your fellow raiders.

Lucy is thrown off guard by your words at first, but then she's instantly filled with confusion and dread once you tell her the truth of who you are along with Moldaver's plan. She reluctantly leaves you be, so she could help her fellow vault dwellers against the other raiders.

After her dad is taken away and she decides to venture out of the vault so she could search for him before taking him back home, she takes you along with her. After some time of Norm convincing her to maybe use you as a guide outside, despite Chet's disapproval, that is.

You guys don't get along that much at first with you being bitter about yourself and projecting it onto her. Though, you guys do eventually manage to agree something—you guide her through the wasteland, and towards the place Moldaver is holding her father captive before she lets you go freely.

Eventually despite your initial tough treatment of her at first, you slowly warm up to her. You guys start respecting each other—she admires you for being adaptable to the harshness of the wasteland while you admire her being optimistic no matter what happens.

Slowly but surely, you guys fall for each other much to both of your obliviousness. Lucy doesn’t understand why she’s starting to feel something other than hate for you. It frustrates her, especially after everything that happened. But there’s something about you now that's making her question everything.

Considering how Lucy is clueless to how things work in the wasteland and etc, you take it upon yourself to teach her the basics of survival out there—how to navigate, how to use simple weapons, and what to avoid. At first, she’s defensive and resistant, but as you teach her more, she becomes very eager to learn what you know.

Like Lucy, you're starting to develop feelings towards her too. Protective feelings, more specifically. Whether it's looking out for her when you guys are venturing or her naivety about the wasteland, you start protecting her. She reminds you of your past self a bit, someone with high hopes and innocence about the wasteland in the beginning.

During quieter moments with each other, the two of you begin to open with each other. Lucy shares stories from her life in the vault, her frustrations, her confusion, and everything else. You, in turn, begin to share parts of your life. A bit before you became a raider and after you did become a raider. She listens intently to you, asking questions curiously about you after.

Since the wasteland is just littered with deadly things, you and Lucy find yourselves in dangerous situations A LOT. And each time you guys do, you’re there to protect her. But after one particularly close call, Lucy realizes she doesn’t want to lose you (much to her surprise). It’s a revelation for her that just makes her question what she feels for you more than before.

After that, Lucy starts to trust you more, and it gives way to a whole lot of other things. She starts letting her guard down with you, and even finding herself laughing at your dark humor or sharing personal thoughts she’d never voiced before. The two of you develop something, which only grows

Lucy starts doing weird things. Well, it's weird for you but normal for her. She's doing certain small but pretty meaningful stuff to show she cares about you. Like, sharing her rations with you even if she’s hungry, or tending to any injuries you get.

Then one night, you get pretty much frustrated with her as the small things escalate to very affectionate stuff with her. You end up telling her that you just planned to finish your part of your deal with her then ditch, leave, forget her. But being with her has changed things so you've decided you'll stay even after she might not want you around. Cue her confessing and kissing you afterwards.

Lucy is a great lover but just like almost every other lover, she can't help yet feel a tiny bit of jealousy whenever other people get a little too friendly with you. Though she tries to keep it hidden or toned down, it just slips through especially with her possessiveness when she insists on sticking close by your side, which leaves you smirking oftentimes.

With how Lucy is, she starts to chip away more at your hardened exterior. She makes you believe, for the first time, that you could be someone better than what the wasteland had made you to be. You start thinking differently about certain things and your place in your life all over again. Somehow in some way, Lucy has you hoping for the better.

And then some things just happen—

[jasper-unofficial]

so, in the midst of me constantly thinking about and analysing phum, i didn't write that much meta on peem or really think about his reasoning too much. for a long while, i dismissed his slightly erratic behaviour as a response to phumpeem's initial meeting and how their relationship has been set up because of it, but this episode solidified the fact that that's not it.

instead, for whatever reason, peem is insecure.

the most damning piece of evidence for this, i think, does not involve phum at all (and that is exactly the reason why it's such good evidence). though the majority of this post will still be about phumpeem lmao.

so, when peem claims that there is nothing going on between him and phum, kluen says that means he still has a chance, which gives us this confused face:

nothing in the world could produce this reaction in these circumstances, aside from insecurity. kluen isn't phum. he and peem don't have any bizarre backstory together, and he is very direct about his romantic pursuit. he explicitly said he came to the camp to hit on peem in front of all his friends and he reiterated the sentiment by saying what he did in this scene. the only kind of person who would need a clarification, when things are laid out that clearly is a person who is insecure and therefore has a hard time being sure about the fact that someone likes them and/or is actively trying to hit on them.

now, onto the star of the show: phumpeem! what do we know about peem's pov of their relationship at this point? 1) he has fully admitted that he likes phum, to the point of literally calling himself out on even trying to deny it. 2) he is happy about the fact that he likes phum. we are leagues away from the possibility that he has any issues with phum or the fact that he has a crush on him, which we have so much proof of, whether it be him actively enjoying the fact that phum is trying to get his attention, him looking at phum as if he hung the moon and calling him prince charming, him literally giggling and kicking his feet at that memory the next day, him instantly forgiving phum because he genuinely trusts him and thinks he is a good person, even if he makes mistakes sometimes, or any of the other clear signs that he is enjoying what's going on between them, both in the moment and in retrospective.

and now, let's take a look at all the moments from today's episode through the lens of peem's insecurity in himself and security in his feelings / phum:

him acting a little weird and distant after hugging phum the whole night, very reminiscent of the way he acted the day after their first kiss. both times after moments when peem made the first move.

him acting genuinely confused about phum's behaviour towards kluen, despite getting a fairly clear confirmation that phum is jealous when he literally bribed a child to get peem away from kluen. this is definitely not a "what a weirdo" face, this is a "wait, what's going on here?" face. he does not get it.

him claiming there is nothing going on between phum and him, despite clearly wanting that something and being in the depths of the talking stage, which is definitely a real relationship stage to him, as that was how he described chain and toey to q.

him looking a little heartbroken, when phum says he wants to call off the deal, as if that would actually mean that they stop spending time together.

him confirming that that is indeed his fear, when he literally looks terrified at the prospect and fully asks to continue being phum's "slave".

him not being able to admit why he kept the flowers

or making up a lie about not having finished the painting, even though he definitely has, because he literally said so to his aunt.

and him answering a question with a question, needing to hear the fact that phum likes him directly first, before he confesses back. which, in all this context, just doesn't read as stubbornness.

all of this makes sense, if you consider the fact that peem is insecure and is afraid of reading into other people, when what he's trying to glean is their opinion of him specifically.

one big thing that he constantly repeats (this moment is far from the only time he says that in this episode alone) is asking phum to tell him what he thinks directly. mind you, unlike phum, who is just constantly deeply confused about everyone and can't take implications for shit, peem is actually absolutely incredible at understanding what other people's feelings are, even when they don't tell him directly, as long as the feelings in question aren't about peem.

he also manages those small bursts of confidence, like kissing phum first or reaching out to him, but they are not long-lasting and are often followed by bursts of denial and shyness, which is extremely common for someone who is insecure but also impressively brave.

and here is your key to pre-relationship phumpeem and the reason why we are on episode 10 and they are still not dating. insecure x insecure can be hard at times. they both need the other to outright state their feelings, and that is just not easy for either of them. but they are getting there. together 🫶

[haptronym]

Hap's Adventures in Dadmight

aka “this experience was really strange so I’m going to write 6,000 words about it”.

Fandoms are bizarre. I know this, but I still keep doing the shocked Pikachu face whenever I join a new one. 

This time around, I really thought there would be no surprises. And yet, the fandom ended up having a really weird, really uncomfortable dynamic that confused the hell out of me for a long time. I met several others who said “Yeah, it freaks me out too,” but they couldn’t explain exactly why, and nobody really wanted to talk about it. So now that I’m mostly done with the My Hero Academia fandom, I’ll just go ahead and vaporize my bridges with a whole-ass case study about what on earth seemed to be going on here.

Warning: very long, very self-absorbed, as usual. Contains discussions of relationships, underage shippers, and how to influence whether something “feels” platonic vs. not.

Disclaimer 1: This doesn't apply to everything tagged "Dadmight." Just a select subset. But this subset appeared pretty consistently.

Disclaimer 2: I'm posting brief, fair-use-commentary examples of the content that made me question my sanity because it has to be seen to be believed, but I'm not including names or links because I don’t want to easily funnel negativity to them. If an author really wants me to, I’m happy to link directly to their story.

Disclaimer 3: I’m not trying to “spread awareness” or do a callout. I just like to write for fun and this time the fun was puzzling out why I, personally, had the experience I did. Many people feel differently and that's great. If all fluff has always felt 100% wonderful and charming to you, then this post isn't relevant to you. But if a supposedly "cute" story has ever made you squirm with discomfort, this might help explain why.

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A few years ago, I took a terribly wrong turn in life and ended up in the My Hero Academia fandom. My kidnappers were these two:

In short: the little kid on the left, Izuku Midoriya, is exactly as dorky as he looks. He was born powerless in a world of comic-book superheroes and has a tendency to burst into tears under any possible circumstance. The series kicks off when the guy on the right, #1 hero and national celebrity All Might, sees potential in him despite all this. In a fit of inspiration, All Might decides to give Izuku the same chance he was given as a young boy. Despite being a notorious lone wolf, he (secretly) names Izuku as his successor and takes it upon himself to covertly train this weepy, noodle-limbed wimp into a hero, the hero, the next Symbol of Peace who will wield the world’s strongest superpower and safeguard the future of society. Surely they’ll pull it off just fine, right?

(Don’t ask how All Might switches from a bodybuilder to the skeleton pictured  above. The show doesn’t know either.)

I loved these two. I wanted eight seasons of beach training montage. The mentor/student shenanigans were hilarious and the found family potential was off the charts. They’re two awkward bumbling fools with several truckfuls of emotional baggage, brought together by purehearted heroic zeal. Wonderful.

However, I quickly discovered that the show shoveled approximately ten thousand new characters into every new episode and definitely wasn't going to slow down long enough to give me the All Might & Izuku content I craved. So I wandered off to see what kind of fanfiction was on tap.

...I wandered off, while bracing myself. I’ve been a weeb long enough to know that any characters who pass on power through “DNA” are never going to escape a fandom unscathed, regardless of pesky things like “Age Of Consent” and “Have You Watched A Single Minute Of This Show, He Would Never Fucking Do That”.

Their canon relationship is impressively alarming all on its own:

Izuku is 14-15. Underage character? Check. 

All Might is 55+. Enormous age gap? Check.

All Might is both Izuku’s secret mentor and his high school teacher. Teacher-student dynamics? Check.

Izuku is a nobody. All Might is a global celebrity. Staggering power imbalance? Check. 

Izuku’s superpower, which lets him go to the school of his dreams, accomplish his lifelong goals, and be the protagonist of this show, was given to him by All Might at great personal cost. Enormous sense of debt and obligation because of a huge sacrifice? Check.

Izuku is an outright fanboy. His room is full of posters and figurines of All Might in spandex. Other characters frequently comment on how obsessed he is. There is a whole plotline about him being so starstruck by All Might that he can’t think for himself. Literal hero worship? Check.

As the cherry on top, they spend most of the story pretending they don’t know each other and sneak around under the noses of every other character, including Izuku's mother. Secret hidden relationship with a minor that no other adult can learn the true extent of? Check. 

What a pair. Japanese fandom constantly cracks jokes about how Izuku is probably that kind of fanboy. Even official media is well aware of how sketchy it all looks:

With all this in play, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the stuff in their platonic-relationship fanfiction tag vastly outnumbered the stuff in their shipping one. Phew. Finally, a pair of characters who got something besides endless gross hornyposting. 

As I browsed, I kept seeing a certain tag: "Dadmight." This, unsurprisingly, was used by stories that decided to make All Might into Izuku’s biological father. But it was also used by... pretty much all non-shipping media that focused on their relationship. How interesting! I was used to ship pairings having nicknames, but not platonic ones. 

I could imagine why the name caught on. All Might was practically the definition of "goofy wholesome dad energy,” and his mentor/student relationship with Izuku was easy to see in a parental light. Plus, Izuku’s actual dad is never to be seen during the story. Clearly he deserves a replacement.

So I delved in. Man, this was going to be great! A huge amount of good clean platonic content, with an easy-to-find tag too. Reading about cute dadly shenanigans was going to be such a fun-

How he would love to fall asleep to the sound of his soft voice and the touch of his rough hands, telling him he was proud of him, caressing his hair. He was so mortified over having this need, for all kinds of reasons, but it became clear a long time ago that fighting it wouldn’t work, so he let himself dream.

Uh... well... Izuku didn’t grow up with a dad, so... maybe he needed a father figure... to... caress his hair with his rough hands...

More hums of contentment make their way from him, his body swaying with every push and pull from Toshinori’s long fingers. He uses them to massage Midoriya’s head, taking every moment to not just clean his hair, but to make him feel good; Toshinori can’t bear for this to be purely utilitarian.

Uhhh... okay... All Might was a rather isolated guy. I bet he appreciated being able to share time with his student... bathing time...

What if the boy would rather this stay simply as it has been, professional as mentor and mentee? What if Toshinori has read all of this wrong and the boy has no feelings above Toshinori being his teacher, and all Toshinori has done is fall harder and harder for him every day?

What was this? What exactly did people think kids got up to with their dads!?

Well, maybe I just found a few of the strange ones, I told myself. Fanfiction always has its odd outliers. But after more searching, I realized: no. There was wildly uncomfortable stuff all over. It wasn’t all Dadmight stories. But it was a lot. The most popular authors of the “Dadmight” tag wrote it and the rest of the Dadmight authors gave them big thumbs-ups. It was at least as popular as the “All Might is Izuku’s real dad” stuff and sat at the top of the kudos and comments sorting.

Were people just being polite? Or was I overreacting? I know how annoying it is when people deliberately take things in bad faith and demonize perfectly innocent human affectio—

He kept the contact to a minimum, not wanting to take advantage, not wanting to cross a single, unspoken boundary… but how could he possibly completely refrain, with both how proud and how worried Izuku made him?

There was a voice, in the back of his head, that didn’t agree. That voice – either logic or wishful thinking – told him that while Izuku didn’t initiate physical affection, he surely did lean into it, and seemed to crave receiving it as much as Toshinori craved giving it.

Oh god oh god oh god what is happening STOP—

This was horrible. I just wanted to enjoy cute fluff. I’d never had this reaction to platonic fanfic before. I’m a big found family fan and my worst issue with fluff is usually just that it tends to be kind of samey. I normally love reading about chaste affection and closeness between characters who care about each other. So why did these stories read like Lolita AUs to me? Did shippers in this fandom like to hide their softcore stuff in the platonic tags?

I was soon able to find out. I had been writing my own All Might & Izuku story, and got invited to a “Dadmight-centric” Discord server. Almost all the popular Dadmight authors were there, including the ones who wrote the particular stories that made my skin crawl. There were several channels where people brainstormed, critiqued, and discussed the motivations behind their writing. 

Cool! I’d be able to meet new people, make some friends, and get a better understanding of what the Dadmight dynamic really was. So I introduced myself, I chatted, I lurked. Everyone was really nice.

I found zero cheeky shippers. The writers claimed to be horrified by the idea of shipping the two of them. They would never disrespect the purity and innocence of this beautiful platonic relationship, they said, as they churned out stories about Izuku “coming undone” under the caress of All Might’s rough hands. Right...

I could’ve understood if this was coming from naive 14-year-olds. But some of these people were in their 30’s, with kids of their own. If anyone understood family dynamics, it should’ve been them.

But after I spent more time around the server, I began to notice something else... something which explained a ton of the strangeness. 

Baby Fever

To understand what was happening, you first have to understand that Izuku’s baby face inflicts instant brain damage on sight. I mean, look at him:

aaa his cute widdle cheeks oh my god—

This kid sets off maternal instincts like landmines, and in the Dadmight server, I found that the Izuku infantilization train had gone completely off the rails. Writers constantly cooed over the adorable antics of 2, 3, 5-year olds and constantly talked about how much they wanted to make Izuku act them out. And surely, if All Might could indulge in the parental joy of caring for an innocent young babe, then his emotional scars would be healed and he could find fulfillment outside of that pesky “saving the world” business.

Now, the bio-dadmight folks had it easy: they just wrote about Izuku in his toddler years playing with daddy All Might. The cuddling and tickles made sense and were very cute. But other writers faced a challenge: they wanted to keep him 14-15 so that canon events could occur... but they didn’t want to be left out of the fun. 

So... they decided to rationalize and egg each other on. I mean, how much does age really matter? Being a child at heart is always cute and wholesome, right?

Suddenly, a whole lot of very uncomfortable things began to make sense:

So Much Physical Contact

He loved the physical touch. It was embarrassing and he would never admit it out loud, but there wasn’t much in this world he loved more than receiving physical affection from his idol. Every single time it happened he would save the memory to replay it over and over again whenever he felt sad, or almost every night before he went to bed. He was glad no one in the dorms had a mind-reading quirk. And All Might always gave it more freely when he visited his apartment, so of course he went there.

Izuku is often written to have a near-pathological craving for hair stroking and cuddles. Which is cute when directed at, say, classmates or mom, but gets real weird real fast when directed at the adult man he canonically idolizes to a freakish degree. Ever work with teenage boys? Most of them would rather die than be physically affectionate with adults, even parents... unless, you know, they’re that kind of fanboy.

Even freakier is that the grown adult would then reply, “Hell yeah! I see nothing wrong with getting physical with this kid who worships me! I crave it so much! I can't resist!” Ever work at a school? They have rulebooks and seminars specifically about how teachers should never touch or be alone with kids.

Then again, Midnight exists at this school. Maybe U.A.’s infamous lack of safety standards extends to this too.

Either way, though: cute and wholesome for a parent to do with their three-year-old. Very creepy when a high-school teacher makes excuses about why he really needs to cuddle and stroke his fifteen-year-old student in secret.

Narcolepsy Xtreme Edition

His student was never this affectionate or vulnerable when he was conscious, so he enjoyed the moment, even if it was a short one, as he moved to his room upstairs.

If you’ve read fanfiction for more than seven seconds, you’ve probably seen the “cram the character with booze/painkillers until they blurt out Vulnerable Things” plot device. It’s a beloved classic. But Izuku writers are robbed of the alcohol angle since he’s underage, and morphine is pretty niche. So authors who want to use this trick often just make Izuku tired after a long day, conclude that being sleepy is close enough to being five drinks in, and have him murmur “thanks, DAD... OOPS DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD???” to awkwardly segue into Familial Confessions.

But quite a few stories took the “sleepy” angle to a new, very odd place. Instead of groggily dispensing convenient confessions, Izuku would just... keel over while doing homework and be utterly dead to the world. And instead of having All Might briefly rouse him to shoo him to bed, or worry about his student suddenly becoming catatonic, the writers would make him eerily fixated on the opportunity to physically carry Izuku to his bedroom (which would somehow not wake him up!!!) and tuck him in while waxing poetic about how vulnerable and helpless he looked. 

Before joining the Dadmight server, I was mildly alarmed whenever I saw this, wondering why so many authors were obsessed with roofying the teenager and making the adult fondle him. But after joining, I realized: they were just trying to act out the cutesy aww-the-two-year-old-fell-sound-asleep-while-playing, it’s-so-cute scenes that all those darned lucky bio-dadmight people got to indulge in so easily.

Bed Sharing

It wasn’t long before Izuku’s breathing slowed, and soon he was asleep, snoring peacefully. Toshinori, after a few minutes of debating with himself, said screw it and got into the bed with the boy.

Cue me SCREAMING internally in confusion and fear. But no, it was just that the cutesy-kid-trope obsession stretched all the way to “Well, I used to snuggle with my parents at night after I had a nightmare! It was super wholesome!” Which led to scores of stories featuring a celebrity crawling into bed with his student.

All in all, joining this server was a huge relief. I was so glad to see that these hair-raising scenarios were just the result of the authors forgetting to mention “Oh, by the way, the characters are acting weird because we made them all agree to participate in preschooler roleplay.”

Just picture this while reading and it all makes sense.

Fanfic is uniquely susceptible to this sort of “forgot to mention this strange dynamic that I take for granted” issue. After all, 99% of fanfic doesn’t bother to waste time asking “would this make any sense to someone who had never watched the show?” It’s not worth it to focus on such a broad audience. As a result, fanfic normalizes skipping huge swaths of context that would normally be mandatory in a story. Fanfic authors don’t have to practice asking themselves “did I explain this properly?” anywhere near as often as original fiction ones.

This would be bad enough on its own, but then, we go cloister ourselves away into little sub-fandom echo chambers, and spend months crafting obscure in-joke fractals, and get so absorbed in our tiny myopic corners of the community that we also fail to ask, “would this make any sense to someone who hasn’t spent the last 5 months marinating in this specific Discord channel?” 

Sometimes we know exactly how niche our stuff is and just don’t care. But too often, we just legitimately suck at guessing how our work might come off to other groups. We don’t have to practice theory of mind as much as original fiction authors do. Our fandom buddies see nothing amiss with our writing (since they know all the server insider lore!) and everyone outside our tiny clique politely ignores our word salad... so we never get proper feedback on how incomprehensible our work can be even to other members of the same fandom.

In this case, this resulted in a whole pack of writers seemingly getting lost in the fluff sauce and completely forgetting to address the fact that the stuff men do with their own five-year-olds generally becomes really weird and creepy when done with someone else’s 15-year-old, whether or not the 15-year-old seems to want it. Izuku was a cute widdle innocent baby in their heads, so they assumed he was a cute widdle innocent baby in everyone else's.

Once I realized where they were coming from, it wasn't so hard to adjust my mental framework and enjoy these stories on their own terms. That said... infantilization still couldn't explain stuff like “What if Toshinori has read all of this wrong and the boy has no feelings above Toshinori being his teacher, and all Toshinori has done is fall harder and harder for him every day?”

To explain why that paragraph makes me want to crawl out of my skin, we first need to answer: what makes a piece of writing feel “questionable?”

“Vibes,” A Primer

Love comes in many forms. The big four are platonic, familial, romantic, and sexual. Sexual is easy: you’re horny for the person. Platonic love is specifically non-sexual, and familial love is a subset of platonic love. Romance usually implies horny, though there’s definitely a difference between outright sexual behavior and the behavior we file under the “romance” label.

There’s also a difference between romantic and platonic behavior. And this is where a lot of “questionable” vibes appear: when you’d expect an interaction between two people to be platonic, but for some reason, it has uncomfortable romantic/sexual overtones instead.

But what causes those overtones? A dad can give his kid a kiss on the head, and it comes off platonic. A suitor can give their crush a kiss on the head, and it comes off romantic. In fact, most romantic gestures have nearly identical platonic counterparts. Kissing, hugging, hand-holding, cuddling, vulnerable confessions. So what gives? What makes something “come off” one way or the other?

The actual answer is: a ton of stuff, most of it subjective. Everyone draws their lines in different places, based on culture and personal experience and how gutterbrained you’re feeling on any given day. A lot of it has to do with context (that thing that us fanfic authors are notoriously bad at judging).

Online wars are fought every day about whether some glance or gesture or phrase means they're "totally into each other fr"

But if you want to draw broad strokes, one way to roughly separate platonic vs romantic love is by gauging the level of passion involved. “Passion” is “a strong and barely controllable emotion that compels action.” That last part is key. 

Stereotypical romantic love is incredibly passionate. It’s all about desire to act, desire to change, desire to progress the relationship to something more. It features overwhelming anxious preoccupation about the other person’s thoughts and opinions, feeling irresistibly drawn to them, feeling intense longing. It’s about confessing and hoping the other person also feels the same. It often involves attempting to label the relationship, make it “official”, and show it off. It’s about trying desperately to secure assurance that this love will last forever and ever. You have to do something, and every moment spent not doing something is torture.

Contrast this to typical depictions of platonic and familial love. Familial love is calm, encompassing, soothing. It’s secure. You don’t have to worry, because no matter what rough patches you go through, they’ll always be your family and will always have unconditional love for you. Yes, you’ll fly into action if your loved one is threatened, but at rest, platonic love is generally not “exciting” and there’s generally little sense of urgency.

Romance is usually an insecure, anxious thing that’s trying to get to that secure, grounded familial stage. That’s why people say they progress from being “in love” to just “loving” one another. Romance draws people together and kickstarts the bonding process. And as the steady, mature bond of a long-term relationship forms, the obsessive mania of romantic infatuation fades away. 

So the difference between platonic and romantic behavior is not so much about the actual actions. It’s more about the mentality. Is the person anxiously trying to secure their partner’s affection while treating the relationship as a really big deal that will make or break their lives? Then their affectionate actions may come off more romantic. Are they seemingly at home in their partner’s presence and not trying to deepen or change the relationship? Then their affection will probably come off more familial or platonic.

There are, of course, a ton of things that go into it besides this, and caveats out the ass. For example, people trying to establish a new friendship are often anxious too. But when it comes to determining the “vibes” of a kiss or a cuddle, this can be a useful litmus test. Failing this test is often what makes something feel Questionable. The characters seem too invested... maybe because it's not truly innocent.

Now, let’s take a look at our Dadmight characters.

The biggest challenge of writing familial closeness between Izuku and All Might is simple: they are not family. They have no long shared history to justify any sort of intimacy. Instead they have a teacher/student relationship that places them both into rigid, frigid roles. 

Usually, familial-style bonding just takes time. You wait a few seasons, the characters slowly get closer and learn to trust one another, and eventually they’re hugging. But these two clowns spent the whole show being the ultimate found-family blue-balls experience. They were just never very emotionally open or touchy-feely. Every time they had the chance for Vulnerable Conversation And Cuddles, they passed it up in favor of a pep talk and a fist bump. It took a near-death experience to extract one (1) brief hug and some tears. But in normal everyday life? Arm’s length.

Literally. For example: after five seasons of bonding and character development, they are separated and Izuku is embroiled in a deadly conflict that almost destroys the world. When they finally reunite after the harrowing ordeal, alone under the starlight, they greet each other with a loving, heartfelt… handshake. This, predictably, spawned furious fix-it fic.

Overall, there is a huge gulf that authors need to cross in order to get these two from “polite handshake” to “tender cuddling and kisses.” They could write 50,000 words of setup to slowly accomplish this, but most authors did not want to wear their fingertips to the bone just to inch these two into an embrace. They wanted to jump the gap within a oneshot, leaping from canon frigidity into an unbreakable lifelong familial love that was also super touchy-feely and extremely vocal.

Now, remember what I was just saying? How romance is generally about trying to establish new family bonds? How it’s all about trying to change the relationship into something more?

Knowing all this, what do you think might happen if an author tried to speedrun two characters to the Family Finish Line as fast as they could? What do you think their shortcuts might end up looking like, completely by accident? Especially if their “sane and appropriate human interactions” gauge was warped by an echo chamber of fluff tropes and baby fever?

You might get:

Was it even possible that his feelings could be reciprocated? Toshinori didn’t want to think about it. It would just pain him more. Young Midoriya only saw him as an idol, a mentor who would help him train his body for One for All. Midoriya did not see him in the way he wanted him to.

Or:

He wanted desperately, desperately to have the courage to cross that threshold, to ask him what he longed for, to ask him for that relationship that he dared not voice.

Or even:

Toshinori feels his heart rate pick up and his gnarled stomach twist with nerves. Is he really going to do this? Is he going to tell this boy what he truly thinks and risk everything they’ve built up together over the past year-plus? His palms are sweating and he wipes them on his suit pants, rubbing the pads of his fingers together.

I'll stop now. The point is that these quotes could all have been word-for-word ripped from a romance novel. These are some industrial-grade Questionable Vibes. And reading them in context really doesn't help that much, for me at least. It's almost comical when they throw in "...I crave the touch of your rough hands as a son! A SON!"

If you know the building blocks of romance, it makes perfect sense why stories like this could come off this way. Platonic love is great, but it’s also stable, calm, and slow. It simply doesn’t have the sheer explosive force needed to catapult two stilted dorks into a brand-new dynamic within 2,000 words. Most stories can only achieve that kind of mileage via near-death experiences... or by inflicting the characters with neurotic infatuation.

Not only that, but their canon relationship is uniquely poised to set off romance-adjacent warning bells. Because they are not actually family, it makes sense for them to yearn for a deeper relationship in a way that a normal family wouldn’t. It makes sense for them to be anxious and insecure about their relationship, because it’s a very strange, hard-to-define thing that has to be kept secret from those around them. And it makes sense for them to consider their relationship a huge deal, because in canon, it’s fundamental to the most important aspects of both their lives.

I actually think it’s kind of inevitable that their character dynamic will sometimes stray into places that feel romantic. But that doesn’t mean the writer is a secret shipper... because I don’t think that passion always has to imply sexual desire, especially in fiction.

I’ve spent some time around the asexuality community, and my biggest takeaway was that sexual desire is very different from the desire to make deep, lifelong connections. Most asexual people still yearned to find that special someone, their anchor, a partner who unconditionally loved them and would stay by their side forever. Family. They would fall for people... they just didn’t want to fall into their pants. But it was almost impossible to keep these partners unless they were asexual too. Every one eventually pushed to “take things further,” or they left to find another person who would. 

So I can understand the yearning for a world where sex is kicked to the curb, where two strangers can find each other and share intense, whirlwind, “you’re my #1” love... without any lewd overtones. This little pocket of stories seemed like a manifestation of that yearning. 

Nowadays, more and more stories are taking previously romance-exclusive intimacy and yanking off the sexual baggage. For example, looking on the Dadmight tag will reveal “platonic soulmates” and “platonic hanahaki” stories. Yes, platonic hanahaki. No, not parody. There’s a clear unironic market for this content. People really want to be able to indulge in passionate, “till death do us part” emotional bonding in a safe, nonsexual way.

All Might and Izuku sit in a unique place. Not related, but powerfully linked by something thicker than blood. And their relationship is easy to paint as “safe”. It makes perfect sense that these two would attract creators who want to explore this hard-to-define chaste side of passionate love.

In real life, passionate obsessive-style attraction between adults and kids is a huge red flag. We can never really know whether those feelings are innocent or healthy. 99% of the time, they’re not. But in fiction, the author gets to choose what people really feel and whether things turn out well. They can explore the most unbelievable scenario of all: not a world where everyone is a mermaid, but a world where it’s actually wholesome and healing for a high school teacher and his student to confess their deep, undying love for one another, where a famous celebrity can secretly invite his obsessed underage fan over, stroke his hair, tell him how special their relationship is, and sleep with him in bed, without it ending up on Law and Order: SVU. 

On Critique

“Hap,” you might be thinking, “surely these stories can’t be as bad as you say. If they were, someone would have pointed it out to these poor souls. You should have pointed it out to these poor souls. You were in their writing server for chrissakes, and now you’re gossiping about them like a heartless goblin.”

First: yes, I'm a goblin. Second: I did bring this topic up to several Dadmight authors one-on-one. After getting a bunch of head-in-sand excuses in response, I decided to just quietly munch popcorn and watch the fandom’s antics unfold like a slow-motion train wreck.

Third: people did try to point this stuff out.

It was fascinating to watch the Dadmight server whenever someone posted a comment expressing concern. Some comments were trolls trying to get a reaction, of course. But others were very gentle: “hey, isn't it kind of weird to have them hop into bed together? It comes off kind of shippy...” I learned that the reason I had never seen comments like these in the past was because they were usually quickly deleted by the fic authors.

After deleting a comment, the author would often flee to the server for reassurance. The other users would agree that the commenter was definitely in the wrong, since they could see absolutely nothing questionable about the writer’s story. Someone would inevitably chime in saying that, oh, one time they got a comment calling things questionable like that, and it turned out to be from a shipper who shipped bad things. So, you know, anyone who sees shipping in things is probably just a bad person.

Phew. Crisis averted. If you can successfully paint the critic as a bad person, then there’s no need to descend into existentialist dread as you’re forced to critically reexamine the foundational concepts of your writing and your grasp on relationship dynamics.

(Credit where credit is due: one of the rules of this particular server was not to bash or insult people who like things you don't like. In most groups this is followed with an unspoken "...unless you can clutch your pearls over it", but to my surprise, when stuff like the above started kicking off, the moderators did step in to remind people to keep it civil. So, good job, mods. More maturity than I usually see in online spaces.)

But still, if anyone actually bothers to read this long screed, I already know what certain responses are going to look like. They’ll smugly assert that people who see questionable things are just sex-obsessed weirdos, projecting their icky lewd thoughts onto every innocent interaction they come across. A morally pure person wouldn’t make such gross assumptions.

I’m familiar with this kind of response because I’ve spent a lot of time around another group that responds the exact same way to these kinds of concerns. That group is known as fundamentalist Christians, and their attitude fosters three things:

People are afraid to speak out when they feel uncomfortable, because they don't want to be accused of being dirty-minded. 

People fail to learn the ground rules of normal romance/sexuality and so fail to recognize red flags.

The community is absolutely infested with creeps who take advantage of points 1 and 2 to run rampant.

Sadly, these three things also seem to be true in the Dadmight community. Being a platonic pairing, it naturally attracts people uninterested in and inexperienced with romantic/sexual relationships. And then the vitriolic, derisive responses to people’s concerns teaches them that it’s wrong to bring up those topics around the community at all.

And so, point 3 blooms. I eventually confirmed that my initial suspicions were correct: shippers did camp in the Dadmight tag, and they got away with posting some impressively brazen softcore underage content in public, presumably because even the people who were suspicious knew that going “hey now” would trigger a circular firing squad. 

The Dadmight community wasn’t clueless about this problem. They were incredibly paranoid as a whole. They knew there were bad actors lurking in their tag, but since they had disabled all their own safety alarms and expanded the definition of “platonic” to a ridiculous extreme, they had no way of being able to determine what was shipping and what was not until characters started actively whipping their dicks out. I saw constant fretting over whether it was okay to click the “like” button on an affectionate-looking piece of fanart without knowing for sure the intentions of the creator. But asking intentions was pointless anyway, since shippers just lied to them and then laughed as the platonic group eagerly ate up their evil, dirty-minded content.

I get why these “wait, that feels shippy...” comments feel like attacks. It’s fucking awful when your intentions are pure but someone interprets them in such a horrifying, disgusting way. It feels disrespectful when you clearly label something “platonic” but people still doubt. 

But remember: Going from “mentor” to “dad” with these two generally means breaking down normal boundaries, to escalate the emotional and physical intimacy between an authority figure and a starstruck, needy, vulnerable kid, because they have such a special and unique bond that no one else understands. So special, in fact, that it needs to be kept secret from the public.

In real life, this scenario is known as Groomer Tactics 101. 

Seriously, stop and read that link. It’s short and non-explicit. This is why I called their canon relationship “impressively alarming”—the bullet points of stages 1-3 describe Izuku and All Might nearly word-for-word. This does not mean I’m claiming All Might is a groomer, or that Izuku and All Might’s relationship is bad. Just that, due to their circumstances, they happen to have all the building blocks of relationships that go horribly wrong. All that separates their scenario from tumbling into Bad is the goals of the adult. So when a fanfic then comes along and makes the adult suddenly really interested in excessive touching? And the only reason he gives is “I’m weirdly drawn to this kid and touching them feels really good”? Of course people will get nervous!

Noticing this does not mean someone is “obsessed with shipping”. It means they’re a normal human being with eyes. Accusing someone of being problematic for making the most obvious possible observations about adult/child interactions is like accusing someone of being an arsonist because they embarrassed you by pointing out that your homemade backyard fireworks setup is halfassed and dangerous.

This does not mean it’s wrong to write wish-fulfillment where escalating to bed cuddles actually turns out great and awesome. But it does mean that, if an author writes it ignorantly or carelessly, they risk coming off like they’re glorifying and normalizing Groomer Tactics 101. It’s the same as when careless Twilight fans glorify and normalize stuff that, in real life, is abusive controlling boyfriend behavior.

Yes, it sucks when people come and yuck the yum. I’m sure the Twilight fans also get sick of people who complain and demonize them instead of letting them write their vampire boyfriend fantasies in peace. But the concern usually comes from a well-meaning place. 

Proudly announcing “I ignore the most basic child/adult red flags because they ruin my fun” is not the flex that some people think it is. I highly recommend people reconsider before they try to paint anti-child-groomers as the bad guys.

The Recipe

So, let’s summarize how to reproduce the Dadmight phenomenon. It starts with a canon relationship that has the most enticing found-family building blocks the world has ever seen: a downtrodden kid who really needs a dad + a lonely heroic mentor. However, their canon relationship also sits on top of a powder keg, coincidentally featuring all the “setup” stages of the sexual grooming model: 

a lonely, low-self-esteem kid

singled out by an esteemed, charismatic adult who is a pillar of the community

sharing a “special” relationship

constantly going off alone and keeping secrets 

A platonic fan community forms that is blissfully unaware of the above dynamics. They head off to fluff echo chambers, as platonic fans do. But due to the crybaby tendencies of the teenage character, they start projecting really aged-down toddler-play scenarios onto him. Eventually, as echo-chambered fans do, they decide that contextualization is for chumps. This results in fics that take the powder keg and add:

The adult craving to touch and hold the teenager

The teenager craving touch from the adult and mewling like a kitten when his hair is stroked (I’m not fucking joking)

Completely age-inappropriate stuff like stroking, kisses, and sharing a bed with a teenage student

Izuku and All Might also happen to suffer from loneliness and isolation, even more so in their fanon incarnations. This really resonates with most fans, who want to soothe and heal them. They also want to get to the healing cuddles within a few chapters instead of wasting time on super-slow buildup. So they make the two of them really strongly fixate on and angst about the agony of their loneliness, and how the other person’s love is the only cure that will fix them. In doing so, they insert:

Anxious passionate obsession

Love confessions

Coming-out scenes

Craving for exclusive relationship labels

Desire for exclusivity

Lastly, because platonic groups are either uninterested in or too young for spicy content, they tend to have very little experience with romantic/sexual literature and the tropes and catchphrases they lay claim to. So fic writers will innocently sprinkle in poignant-sounding things they’ve picked up here and there, such as:

Blushing and heart racing when looking at the person

The phrase “falling for each other”

The man “caressing” his partner with “rough hands”

“He came undone”

And because their communities condemn people who “read into things”, nobody points out any of this shit, and it all slides out into the public Internet unquestioned.

And so, we get the most impressively uncomfortable platonic content I’ve ever seen. It’s no wonder I had never encountered something like this before. It required a lot of unusual circumstances intersecting in just the right (wrong) way.

In the end, I think the biggest aspect was just that I'd never become a fan of characters that had such a potentially-problematic canon relationship. Usually adult and kid characters have very different dynamics, so if fics treat their social interactions with all the tact of a bull in a china shop, it just comes off as lazy instead of creepy. I'd be interested to know if other platonic adult&child fandoms suffer from this issue.

In any case, although it was fascinating to watch, I sure hope I never run into it again.

[itsamenickname]

A Luigi x Donkey Kong and Angst Bowuigi story Part 2

It's sequel time baby! :D

Thanks again to @cbfanart for inspiring me to write this Luigi x DK and angst Bowuigi project/story! :)

Read Part 1 here!

Full story's under the cut because while not as long as part 1, this is still going to be a long post everyone.

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Luigi lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing “Diddy Kong” at the door. Even though part of him should’ve been really confused about this (since last Luigi saw him, Diddy Kong was rushing back to the Jungle Kingdom with DK), Luigi ignores this as he asks the small Kong “Are you okay? Where’s DK?” Instead of responding, “Diddy Kong” runs aways, resulting in Luigi following him while shouting, “Diddy Kong, wait!” The next few minutes pass with Luigi following the agile Kong. Eventually, “Diddy Kong” stops running after he enters a dark cave. When Luigi catches up to him, he stops to catch his breath before he said, “Diddy Kong, please, what is going on? Is Donkey Kong okay?” As soon as “Diddy Kong” faces Luigi, Luigi notices…a strange look on “Diddy Kong’s” face (which starts to terrify him because this is not Diddy Kong’s normal behavior). Before Luigi could have a chance to say, “Diddy Kong…?”, a magical blast suddenly hits the back of Luigi’s head, causing him to black out.

The next scene transitions to Luigi slowly regaining consciousness. As Luigi becomes more aware of his surroundings, he realizes that he is in a fancy bedroom. From the dark green silk covered sheets to the elegant fireplace on the other side of the bedroom, this room felt like it was made for a king.

The room also felt…weird. Luigi wasn’t sure if it was the fact that the entire room had a dark green theme to it or a completely different reason he couldn’t quite his finger on, but something about the room felt both comforting and terrifying.

As Luigi continued to look at his surroundings, he starts to notice how dark the room actually is. Luigi sees some closed curtains, so he decides to open the curtains. However, as soon as Luigi opens the curtains, all the blood drained from Luigi’s face upon seeing a very clear view of the Dark Lands.

Which could only mean that he’s in Bowser’s Castle.

“You’re awake.”

These two simple words made Luigi turned as pale as a Boo as he turned around and saw Bowser standing at the doorway. While Bowser did have a genuine smile on his face, this did not ease Luigi’s nerves in the slightest. Bowser asks Luigi, “How do you feel?” but his question was met with complete silence. Bowser takes one step towards Luigi, but this results in Luigi taking a fearful step back in response. Hating the idea of Luigi being scared of him, Bowser tries to ease the tension in the room by putting up his hands as a sign of peace.

Luigi surprised both himself and Bowser when he breaks the silence with the question, “W-Why am I here?” Bowser takes another step closer towards Luigi, but this results in Luigi pressing his back against the wall. While this sight was disheartening for Bowser to see, he explains to Luigi that he was hoping they could talk. Luigi quickly shakes his head as he tells Bowser that they have nothing to talk about. Bowser disagrees with this before he confesses to Luigi that he has feelings for him. 

Both Luigi and Bowser are completely quiet as they both processed the words Bowser just said. Bowser wanted to break the silence, he really did, but truthfully…, he didn’t know how to. What even is the proper thing to say after you told someone you have feelings for them?

It was both a relief and somewhat scary when Luigi unexpectedly broke the silence with two simple words:

“How long?”

Bowser honestly wasn’t sure whether it was better to lie or to tell the truth. While scared, he eventually admits this to Luigi: 

“A while. A really long while. From the moment you first made a pass on me, that was when I knew that you had feelings for me. Funnily enough, that was also when I realized that I had feelings for you, but I was honestly scared to act on these feelings until now because I didn’t know if anyone would accept our relationship.”

Even though Luigi has a neutral expression on the outside, so many different emotions are rushing through his head on the inside. Joy (for the briefest of moments), sadness, shocked, but most of all…Luigi is angry. He’s angry that Bowser never properly communicated with him (Luigi would’ve understood if Bowser had expressed how scared he felt about starting a relationship with him). But what angered Luigi the most was that Bowser knew how Luigi felt about him and still purposely decided to lead him on for 6 months.

And yet…, all Luigi could whisper was, “Y-You knew…?”

The sad look in Bowser’s eyes was all the confirmation Luigi needed.

“I’m so sorry, Luigi…,” Bowser whispered while taking a few steps towards Luigi.

Luigi quickly shakes his head as the tears started to roll down his face.

“No… You don’t get to say sorry… ,” Luigi stated. “Not af…not after you knew how I felt and still chose to use me over and over again…”

Bowser was quiet. There was so much he wanted to explain to Luigi, like how he was trying to protect Luigi from everyone’s disapproval of their relationship, how he was terrified that his citizens would force him to pick Luigi or his crown, and how Kamek and Kammy had told Bowser that they think Luigi would be a terrible king/king consort.

But Bowser couldn’t. The words were just stuck in his throat and all he could do was quietly watch Luigi with sadness in his eyes.

Seeing that Bowser wasn’t even going to attempt to defend himself, Luigi suddenly let out a, “Get out.” with nothing but hatred in his voice.

Now, Bowser was both surprised and scared to suddenly hear Luigi speak in such an angry tone. Bowser looked at Luigi and noticed how angry Luigi suddenly looked.

“Luigi, please, let me explain-,”

But, Luigi doesn’t give Bowser a chance to explain himself because in a fit of anger, Luigi screams the following:

“I SAID LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I HATE YOU!”

Bowser is hesitant (and slightly scared because he has never seen this side of Luigi before), but he ultimately decides to respect Luigi’s wish.

But as soon as Bowser leaves the room, Luigi breaks down crying.

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2-3 hours later, Luigi returns to the Jungle Kingdom’s palace (after Luigi demanded Bowser to leave him alone, Kamek was ordered by Bowser to peacefully take Luigi back to the Jungle Kingdom). When he arrives at the throne room, he sees DK and CK having a heated discussion on where Luigi could be. The arguing soon stops when DK and CK notice Luigi. DK lets out a sigh of relief as he rushes to Luigi and gives him a tight (but also gentle) hug. DK asks Luigi if he’s alright, to which Luigi tries to reassure DK that he’s fine and just needs to rest at his palace room. DK can tell that something’s bothering Luigi, but he agrees to Luigi’s request. After CK gives Luigi a hug and tells him that he’s glad he’s safe, DK and Luigi head to Luigi’s palace room. As soon as they enter the bedroom, DK closes the door and (without looking at Luigi) saids, “I’m really happy you’re alright. It was really scary coming back to the tree house to find you missing. I…I thought I lost you.” However, DK’s happiness quickly turns into worry when he suddenly hears a loud “thud”. DK instantly turns around and gets scared when he sees Luigi crouching down on the floor. DK rushes to Luigi’s side before asking him, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” When Luigi looks at DK, DK is just devastated to see the trails of tears running down his boyfriend’s face. DK doesn’t know what to do, but he decides to give Luigi a hug as he tells him that, “It’s alright. Just let it all out.” This statement from DK results in Luigi crying his eyes out for the next 5-10 minutes.

After 5-10 minutes passes, Luigi has mostly stopped crying, but neither he nor DK have moved from their spot. Eventually, Luigi whispers this statement so quietly that DK almost missed it:

“Bowser kidnapped me because he wanted to tell me that he has feelings for me.”

DK is STUNNED (and I mean really fucking stunned) upon hearing what Luigi just said. However, he pushes his feelings down as his main focus is Luigi. DK is very hesitant to ask this, but he does eventually ask the following: “And…do you…?” Luckily, DK doesn’t have to finish his question because Luigi quickly shakes his head while saying the following to DK:

“I don’t have any…romantic feelings for Bowser. It’s just…really hard for me to cope with this right now because he told me that he has had feelings for me for a long while, but was too scared to say anything.”

DK noticed the slight hesitation in Luigi’s voice when he said, 'any romantic feelings.' DK asks Luigi, “Do you…have any non-romantic feelings for Bowser?”

Luigi is quiet, then answers DK question with the following:

“I don’t know… I mean…, when Bowser and I were just friends, everything was great. But now that I know that Bowser has feelings for me…, I feel like he and I can’t hang out anymore without things getting really awkward.”

DK is quiet as he processes Luigi’s response. After about 2-3 minutes, DK suggests that Luigi should try to befriend Bowser again. Luigi immediately becomes surprised with DK’s suggestion, but DK quickly makes a point that even though Luigi doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Bowser anymore, DK can tell that Luigi still misses Bowser’s friendship. Luigi tries to disagree with DK, but he soon stops in his tracks when he realizes that DK’s right. Despite not having feelings for Bowser anymore, Luigi deep down does miss Bowser’s friendship. Luigi does tell DK that he wants to try to reach out to Bowser in his own time. DK smiles and tells Luigi, “Whatever I can do to help, just let me know, okay?” before kissing Luigi’s head. Luigi smiles and nods before telling DK, “I will. Thank you, amore mio.” (Amore mio= my love)

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2 months later…

This scene starts off with Bowser reading a boring, yet important, document in his office. Suddenly, Bowser hears a knock at the door. Bowser tells the mysterious visitor to enter. The visitor (which turns out to be just Kammy) informs Bowser that he has a special visitor. After Bowser asks Kammy if she and Kamek can handle whatever the visitor needs, Kammy explains that while they would in normal circumstances, the reason that she came to tell Bowser was because the special visitor is actually Luigi. This surprisesBowser (since his last interaction with Luigi went terribly), so he follows Kammy to the throne room. At the throne room, Bowser is speechless upon seeing Luigi with a basket of chocolate chip cookies. Bowser asks Kammy to leave them as he wants to talk to Luigi in private. Kammy obeys and leaves them alone, but as soon as she’s gone, Bowser asks Luigi, “Why are you here?” Luigi answers with, “I was hoping I could talk to you.” Bowser (in a somewhat angry tone) asks Luigi what does he want to talk about. Luigi explains that he wants to apologize for what happened between them 2 months ago.

Bowser is quiet as Luigi said the following:

“I’m sorry for the things I’ve said to you. I…I did a lot of thinking over these past 2 months and I understand now why you didn’t want to tell me about your feelings. You were scared. You were scared that the people you care about, like Kamek and your citizens, weren’t going to accept our relationship and I understand that now. You have to put your people first and if they had to make you choose between me and your kingdom…, it would’ve been an impossible choice.”

“Yea…,” Bowser said. “It would have…”

It’s quiet for a few seconds before Bowser speaks again.

“You were right to be angry with me,” Bowser admits. “Since the very beginning, I knew that you had feelings for me, but I just kept using you over and over again. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve that and I’m glad that you found someone who treats you better than I ever have.”

Luigi and Bowser are quiet as they both processed the words they spoken. Eventually, Luigi breaks the silence again.

“Do you…want to start over…?” Luigi asked. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how his statement could easily be misinterpreted, so he quickly adds. “As friends, I mean.”

Bowser is quiet. Eventually he confesses with the following:

“I...I can’t do that right now. I still have feelings for you and hanging out with you will only make it harder for me to let you go. I would like to eventually start over as friends, but I need to stop having feelings for you before I can even consider anything else..”  

“I understand…,” Luigi responds. Realizing he was still holding the basket of cookies, he hands them for Bowser. “I made these for you. As a peace offering. I didn’t know what kind you like, so I made chocolate chip cookies. I hope that’s okay.”

Bowser lets out a laugh as he explains that yes, he is okay with chocolate chip cookies. Luigi exchanges a smile, then his watch suddenly goes off. Realizing what time it is, Luigi tells Bowser that he needs to head back to the Mushroom Kingdom. Before he leaves the throne room, he looks back and Bowser and saids, “Whenever you’re ready to start over as friends...,” Luigi gives Bowser one last smile before leaving Bowser alone in the throne room.

[ingydar-phan]

My question is why is everyone just chomping at the bit for a "hard launch"? These are human beings I just want them to be happy whatever that means to them, we shouldn't be theorizing about whether or not they are gonna announce their relationship whatever it is

Genuinely confused at what this is asking or trying to get at but I’ll try.

Why? Because, as I wrote about in my big text post, everything is intentional. No matter how good of actors they are, when in front of a camera, (only 1% of their actual life), they are making content. They are curating their actions. When in front of a camera they are content creators.

Recognizing that being in content only makes up 1% of their life is the boundary that creates this comfortability. You’re so right, they are human beings. Human beings with 15 years of experience in public relations. Whether you like it or not, realize it or not, their content is based around them. If we only saw their gameplay screen recorded, their content wouldn’t be their content. They are where they are because of how they interact. Because of who they are as people.

I also want to point out that the hard launch thing didn’t come out of nowhere, as of right now, it’s come from pattern recognition of them leading up to something coming. Us watching them isn’t having a hidden camera in their house, it’s them intentionally choosing to put out what they want to put out.

We all want them to be happy. I want them to be happy. What is this weird, coping mechanism defense tactic style, of idea that hard launching (whatever that means) is at all a bad thing? Where do people get the idea that it would suddenly make their life hell, or that we or they would somehow be “losing” in some made up battle?

“We shouldn’t be theorizing” yes we should. I’m taking this lightly as I suppose this is a subjective opinion, but Dan and Phil are RPF enjoyers to their core. Dan got with Phil by obsessing over him online. Like I said, the internet is only 1% of their life. What seems majorly catastrophic to you or us is minuscule to them.

“Their relationship, whatever it is”. Sorry? I genuinely don’t want to be mean, so I’m going to laugh. What a silly little jokester you are. But no, I cannot comprehend people who are intentionally or unintentionally obtuse to the point of boggling when having to think of what DNPs relationship is. To take some sentiments from @dysthoepiadaily, what more can they possibly do? Are people really this dense? They’re husbands, soulmates, more than just romantic, more than friends, 4000 year old tortoises, companions through life, a ranch metaphor, gay uncles, whatever. Sorry it’s not handed to you on a silver platter because you’re terrified of using critical thinking skills out of fear of….judgement? Insult? I don’t even know.

As far as it goes with Dan and Phil as “human beings”, they have done all they can to show us, like any other couple on earth, what they are to each other.

As far as it goes with Dan and Phil as a commercial brand of media, it’s not all about that. The buildup, the complexity, is what makes them interesting. No matter how talented and interesting they are, they undeniably profit off of their romance and relationship to one another, no matter the topic of content. That’s obvious, and it’s a positive aspect, not a negative. Taking that final step of hand feeding or “hard launch” would definitely change the way they’re viewed, but it wouldn’t change who they are. You’ve had the illness even before it got diagnosed, to use a metaphor. We’d just be proud. We wouldn’t change, we’d just be proud of them.

[cruyuu]

Oooh since you're on a Sukuita streak, I'm dying to know how you think Yuuji and Sukuna feel about each other in chapter 271 👀 that's a question that's been nagging at me since we don't see this new and enlightened Sukuna interact with or mention Yuuji (unfortunately 😔) But I can't help but feel there's some fondness there on both sides

Hi anon! I'm on a sukuita streak bc I'm currently trying to complete my re-read of jjk for my skit analysis but failing terribly because I'm busy as hell (+ they're on my mind a lot these days). Thank you for allowing me to yap a bit more about them in the meantime tho!

I'll start everything off with this: Everything's very subtle in these few last chapters and it's so subtle that some still think nothing's changed. It's there if you care but if you don't, it can easily go over your head.

Now, to answer your question, I'll have to state that my personal opinion is that the moment of Sukuna's change had started since the day of his reincarnation into Yuuji's body, but that he only acknowledged it in Chapter 271- when he finally called him by his full name. I'll keep it brief here but will offer a more proper explanation in my analysis. For now, I'll just put it like this: Sukuna was changing but wasn't admitting it to himself. He was fighting that and lost because of that. If he was still as unhinged as he was back in the Heian era and didn't give two fucks, trust me, the ending (and his relationship with Yuuji) would've been waaaaay different that it is now.

This opinion of mine has affected how I view canon in some aspects and hence, to me, it makes it plausible that their relationship would've been the same whether at Chapter 1 or post-embraced "change" (Chapter 268 and 271).

It would not be a total "change" with them skipping rocks and laughing and being all lovey dovey but rather... no longer extreme but sort of reluctant, awkward and competitive (with lots of teasing) friendship??? There would be similar vibe they had when we first grew to love them. I do think there would've been more pronounced fondness there after the acceptance.

The reason for all of this up above is that this is a shonen work and that they're labeled as enemies (meaning that if it was a different genre, you know damn well they'd be lovers...).

Anyway, Yuuji had officially joined the "favored by Sukuna" club when Sukuna called him by his full name and was "surprised" he'd take this "farce" so far. One thing that's known about Sukuna is that he tends to compliment his opponents and then say their name and Yuuji seemingly joins the trend... with an insult (but I'd call it a disguised compliment).

and yeah, I know, "How can I claim that it means something when he didn't compliment him nor his abilities?"

Well, that's the thing. There's always something different.

If there's one thing unique to these two, it's the fact that they're stubborn shits whose relationship is like a locked room mystery. The key is to pay close attention. Don't trust the words, look at the actions because it isn't that simple. That's where usually those who don't care fail to see the relevance and why they're confused with, for example, why Yuuji told Sukuna that he is him. It's because it's not directly stated, but rather hinted at, time and time again. These two have that sort of relationship, one extremely layered, with lies and deceit, and haunted by double meaning and subtext.

Yuuji was always the one (and I cannot stress that enough). If you've read this manga then you know just how yappy and weird Sukuna tends to get about this "insignificant brat" who he relentlessly mocks and teases and argues with and then claims he's boring. He's constantly doing the opposite of what he says when it comes to Yuuji, and as it happens, so does Yuuji too.

Yuuji is always singled out. Even if he blended into the surroundings and disappeared, Sukuna would still manage to find a trace of him because that's totally a normal way to think about someone you deem "insignificant". The same goes with Yuuji, who in his intent in stopping Sukuna, forgets about his act of being the embodiment of good (and claiming moral superiority to Sukuna) and goes on to cannibalize his half-brothers (which is... very Sukuna of him). This is even given more relevance when you remember Sukuna never ate someone in the story despite being proclaimed "a cannibal".

Still, this is why Yuuji no longer argues about morals with him and why his talk with him in 265 appeals to the fact that they are similar, more than they can even seem to admit and that arguing against who's right and wrong is pointless.

The reason why Yuuji is singled out is because he is the closest we'll ever know of Sukuna who doesn't talk about himself much. They may seem vastly different at first, but as you go deeper and deeper into the story, the lines between them start to blur and at times, even Yuuji's behavior is unexplainable because even he, too, doesn't act accordingly at times. They're both the same (said by Yuuji himself) and hence via them interacting with each other is how we learn more and more about them individually. Because, even if they are "the same", they are still different because their choices are what shaped them as well as how they view life (again, stated by Yuuji himself).

They're not your "everything is right there", but rather "everything is there if you know how to look". In my revisiting of Chapter 271, I realized that Sukuna had already stated everything there is to state. The fact that he's open with others, that he's capable of being weak, finding weak opponents "worthy", being killed, being defeated, being treated as a human being... all of that goes to Yuuji.

He doesn't need to state anything directly because he's quite a skilled liar:

Sukuna had lived for years. He wasn't defeated, instead, he accepted Kenjaku's proposal and sealed himself into fingers for a different purpose. That purpose was participation in the Culling Games. Why did he do that? Well he didn't give any explanation so we have figure it out.

Back then, there was no Itadori Yuuji and back then Sukuna was hailed as the strongest with no one there to equal him. He was feared, revered, loved, hated, but ultimately never defeated. Also, he was cursed. If this curse (as he calls himself) lived according to his principles, he'd be enjoying every second of his life, but in the Yorozu flashback he appears... very bored. That's the first contradiction that we have with Sukuna. The fact that he lives according to his own whims yet never appears satisfied nor happy. Hell the happiest he seems is in modern times, when he awakens in Yuuji's body and excitedly shouts about how much things have changed.

Now was Kenjaku's proposal just giving Sukuna more people to slaughter in the future? No. Seems pointless. Could it be that they were offering Sukuna a way out from the curse that he was carrying? Seems way more probable. After all, Kenjaku would go on to create Yuuji, and curiously, he'd be the one to take everything away- liberate Sukuna from his curse and offer him a different perspective, even offer to be there for him no matter what (which again, I cannot fucking imagine is actual reality... I still think 268 is a fever dream).

The truth comes out in the end, after Yuuji looks at his torn fingers, calls Sukuna's fingers harmless and smiles at the sky. Sukuna isn't even alive and yet Yuuji predicts correctly that he's harmless- as Sukuna would go on to say that he lost and that it'll be nice to take a different path in life. It's just confirmation that the fondness he has for him is there because he doesn't belittle him, doesn't make any negative comments but just... says it's all good and smiles. The same is true for Sukuna because he's no longer stubbornly clinging on to his way of "contradictory living" and is actually considering doing what Yuuji told him. He doesn't vehemently reject the idea (as would be expected), but rather embraces it.

Courtesy of Itadori Yuuji.

Again, to quote myself:

Sukuna had stated everything there is to state. The fact that he's open with others, that he's capable of being weak, finding weak opponents "worthy", being killed, being defeated, being treated as a human being... all of that goes to Yuuji.

This is what Sukuna had learned via Yuuji, something that he had no way of experiencing before, otherwise he would've changed a long time ago and wouldn't stubbornly cling to life nor make deals with Kenjaku who also longed for fulfillment (which they had found ;) ). It seems pointless to trap yourself just to kill more people in the future or cause "mass chaos" via the Merger, just because "the humans have different flavors". I bet he also had a great share of amazing battles and "unique flavors" even back then and besides, doing grand schemes for shits and giggles is a bit boring. Hence why "looking for a way out of his cursed state" / "change" is a more better explanation imo.

So! I went off track here a bit lmfao. But yep, Sukuna is quite a good liar. The change he was looking for- something which didn't bring him fulfillment back in the Heian era- was found in the modern era, where he shared a body with this brat who will ultimately "change the trajectory of his life".

Sukuna lived within Yuuji and even if he likes to pretend that he doesn't know him, he does. He knows him just as well as Yuuji knows him in return. The narrative spells it out. Both of them are extremely strong and quite perceptive about others so why in the hell's name would they not be about each other? It appears like they've just been blind or ignoring the truth until they had to face it.

Still, anon, I understand the feeling and I know it seems weird and off to just end it like that without discussing it in greater detail, especially after what I ranted about above. Their relationship is a clusterfuck and that's why I love them a lot because you can't exactly place where it lies exactly. It's ambiguous as hell, with both romantic, sexual, familial, hell all undertones there are. Are they enemies? Are they lovers? Are they just misunderstood friends? Nephew and uncle? Who knows (do not ask Gege).

Even if jjk has ended, it still feels like something's missing. The question and the definite answer. Here, the question is posed and has seemingly remained unanswered because Sukuna's dead and Yuuji alive. They've been separated.

So how will we ever know what enlightened Sukuna thinks about Yuuji? How do they truly feel about each other?

I talked about it briefly here (regarding Chapter 271 and how valuable it is) and I already discussed up above how I view them. How even if nothing's there, there's still something there and that something is a lot. It seems confusing as hell but it's the best explanation I can give you.

In short: Yes, there is fondness there post-Chapter 271 due to just how much these two had impacted each other and how the ending played out and I bet there's a lot of suppressed love which couldn't get out due to Sukuna being lowkey put off by emotional conversations and quite stubborn in his view of life and being "misunderstood". Yuuji is way more open emotionally and hence why he's all "sunshine and rainbows about it" while Sukuna is still being subdued about it... but not totally because even he admitted that he lost to Yuuji and that his "farce" got him good in the end (so much so that he'd love to meet him again if there is life again).

In true tragic romance cliche fashion, our fated lovers enemies do not make it but alas, it isn't that dark and the send off is extremely pretty imo. Sure, like I said, it's confusing if you don't know the details nor dwell on it but yeah. They are... just being them. I love them lol.

[council-of-beetroot]

FFVII Rebirth chapter one thoughts

Here you can see Sephiroth checking out cloud's ass

I had way too much fun jumping off rocks and I really wanted to jump into the river

I said this before everyone fell off a bridge

I have been referring to the two infantrymen as Kowalski and Ramirez like in Machinabridged

And rip Kowalski fucking hell I didn't expect him to just die

At least Actually Cloud Ramirez lives

I love how you can tell that these are all actually Zack's memories solely by the fact that cloud isn't as as fucking dumb as Zack.

Tifa at one point says something regarding her concerns if they run out of mako and "Cloud's" response is "Cept, the planet is huge. Mako will never run out" Only someone as much of a dumbass as Zack would say that

I'm also now convinced that someone convinced Zack that the world is flat and infinite as if he's in Minecraft.

Sephiroth being glad Tifa came along because "Cloud" would have lead them off a cliff.

I read a post earlier that the thing Sephiroth and Hojo have in common is that they both have uncomfortable laughs and yeah I agree.

Can we talk about this quote from Sephiroth?

"I know someone who'd be livid to hear you call it "weird" or "magic" for the matter. I can just imagine what he'd say"

"it's an affront to science

And then when asked who he much to my surprise says hojo and says this

"Hojo from Research and Development. His predecessor was a great man, but him?"

"he is anything but"

So many Hojo allusions which I don't recall from the original

It's like Sephiroth was trying to hint at something before it was too late

I always know what to expect either in crisis core and now in rebirth but every time it shocks me even more when you leave the manor and see smoke in the sky.

The ending of this chapter with Tifa getting mad at Cloud for questioning whether or not she is really there or if she died five years ago. It just made me feel secondhand like a complete jackass.

I completely forgot that Tifa gets stabbed and I had to remind myself that she lives. I was also confused why she had no visible scar.... But she shows cloud her scar so I guess that clears things up.

Cloud's response to Tifa regarding Tifa asking where he was five years ago also feels dickish from cloud however, I have been in situations where I've rejected care shown to me because I wasn't ready to face and accept the pain of something in the past. I can't truly blame him but once again chapter 1 leaves you feeling like a douchebag.

Sephiroth's sudden descent into madness feels like something that just was a flick of the switch but with all those Hojo allusions it feels like that switch was the sword of Damocles waiting to fall. I guess what is truly shocking is how he goes from being pretty decent and then you see his full brutality and you're not sure what to think.

In chapter two of remake Sephiroth says"Run, Cloud... Run Away. You have to leave... You have to live." Becomes a million times more brutal and cruel when you learn that that's what Claudia said to Cloud before her death.

I'm feeling so many emotions right now like damn. I wasn't prepared for this

Sephiroth stepping on the mayor's cowboy hat after he kills him was low-key hilarious

The village showed Sephiroth so much hospitality they were worried for him but it was too late.

I also loved seeing where cloud's "memories" ended and his memories began

[miraculous-metamorphosis]

MLB SIMULACRUMS OF LUCK

Prompt by @sillysiluriforme, full list here: 🦋

“Um… Ivan? Can I ask you something personal?”

Mylené was not sure what to expect when she started with this question. It certainly shouldn’t be one that would be normal to ask on an ice cream date and yet here she was, the scent of chocolate and marshmallows from one scoop, and cookies and cream from the other striking her nose contrasting what will come next.

“O-of course, Mylené. You can ask me. The worst I can say is that I’m not ready to talk about it yet,” Ivan replied, a little bit concerned.

Mylené sighed, looking at her spoonful. “Thanks. I’m just going to warn you now, it’s… a bit weird.”

Ivan gives her a reassuring smile, “It’s ok. I’m not going to judge you for asking. I promise.”

Mylené smiled a bit before turning back to him. “Has… your body felt… weird?”

Ivan blinked, a little confused. “Like… in the… being fat way or the puberty way-“

“Nonononono not like that-“ Mylené quickly corrects, looking aside. “I’m talking about… ever since you were… metamorphosed.”

Ivan went quiet. He looked at the ice cream again, contemplating what was next to say. As each second passed, he considered whether or not to say what was on his mind. His answer came as he saw Mylené’s face falter

“I- I’m so sorry Ivan, I… know it’s a sore subject for you, we can forget I ever asked that if you want-“

“Mylené it- it’s fine. I promise.” He wrapped an arm around her. “I um… I just… I don't know how to describe it yet.”

“So you do feel it too?” She asked. Ivan nods.

“It’s mostly… in the middle of the night though. That I feel… weird!” “Middle of the night- like- like 1:00!” Mylené completed.

“Yeah, like that- if I have a hard time sleeping or something along the lines.” Ivan recalled. “It’s like I… feel it in my bones.”

Mylené nods. “It… it was really bad last night. So um, I woke up from some random dream I had. I don’t know if the dream had anything to do with it or not, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised, but there I was. But… I couldn’t sit up. I… felt… like I was still dreaming. But I knew I wasn’t, I could read the posters on my wall perfectly fine, I was aware… but I felt like I could… see more than I could before. Like there was something in… the middle of my forehead that allowed me to. Like I could just…. Blink my forehead like I can my eyes. But that’s not the worst part. I… felt like I was melting.”

Ivan stared, “Melting?”

“Yeah. Like… my muscles and skin didn’t want to be solid anymore, I felt my elbow slide off my bones, slip down the bed and drop onto the floor. It was so cold too. I knew my body was still as is because I could visually see that I was whole, but my senses were telling me some other story. Again, I thought I was dreaming, but the delusion didn’t go away for another… two hours. I had to go back to sleep thinking that I was going to slip right off my bones somehow.” Her voice trembled. “I couldn’t talk to my dad about it, he doesn’t like talking about those sorts of things… and I don’t blame him one bit for that…so I thought that if anyone would be willing to listen and understand… it would be you, teddy bear.”

Ivan gently took his arm and brought her into a side hug, allowing Mylené’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“Mylené, I…I’m so sorry…” Ivan sighed. “In a different way I… have felt like that before. Is it okay if I tell you?”

“Of course,” Mylené nods. “Please tell me.”

“Well… I think around the end of September was when this one I still think about happened. I was up later than I uh, should be, I was trying to write out the percussion score for this new song that Rose made up. Headphones on, setting up on the computer, all of that. At one point during the wee hours I felt… itchy. Like I got bitten by some mosquito or something. However when I attempted to mitigate it my skin felt like it was… rough? It didn’t look like it was rough though, I just chalked it up to just some skin irritation from my new shirt. But it was a bit more than that.”

He placed his hand up on the bridge of the nose, between his eyes. “You know this part of the skull, where it divides your eye sockets and it starts to become cartilage to become your nose? Well… suddenly I couldn’t feel it. It… started to feel like my eyeballs were.. Going to roll down such an open socket before landing at the point at the bottom of my nose.”

He took his fingers, and on each side, raised them up to trace around his eye sockets before dropping down to meet again at the bottom of his nose. “Like one big heart shape just sunk into my head. Not to mention… I felt so stiff and cold. Like my skin was going to break instead of stretch or bend. Like I was on the brink of crumbling and if I made too much of a movement, I was going to break into pieces. And I knew that was impossible because I knew what my body looked like! I could still see myself looking like I always do. I was stuck in that seat just… enduring it! Until eventually it… just went away. I saved my progress and went right to sleep afterward. So… um…yeah.”

Mylené kept her head on Ivan’s shoulder. A sigh of relief echoes her mouth - this was exactly what she was talking about. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, teddy bear…” Mylené sighed.

She and him both looked back at their ice cream, which started melting around Ivan’s free hand. Neither of them had to say it aloud to know that feeling was because this was what their scélérats looked like. Sure they never were conscious to see for themselves what they looked like as a giant slime monster and a stone giant respectively but a part of their minds still hold on to that memory nonetheless. Sure, a lot of their classmates have fallen victim to the butterfly at some point or another, but a lot of them have gotten a new costume with new superpowers in order to do Monarch’s bidding. However, unlike the members of their class who had faced it so far, their entire physical bodies had not endured the contortion that Ivan and Mylené’s had.

The two finally looked back at their melting ice cream, and decided to cease their conversation there. Yet, Ivan kept his arm around Mylené, and Mylené kept her head on Ivan’s shoulder. It’s the only thing they can do about it. Stoneheart and Horrificator will continue to haunt each of them, especially with the mastermind still terrorizing Paris.

However, they love each other enough to be there for each other through it all.

[pomegranateboba]

ArTw boys if they followed us back to Mid Earthium

Based on this undone prompt provided by @sleepytwilight

Context: one of the gang somehow went to Mid Earthium with us (we dragged one of them there's no escape) now they are stuck with us til who knows when

Tw: Nothing too serious, Sirius being a red flag, its mostly crack I don't know how to write sad stuff

Arcturus

You found him in your kitchen on the ground, confused

"S-Summoner? What...where is this?"

"This is your house..??"

Poor baby was still confused even after you explained to him what happened.

Oh well, it just means he can know more about Mid Earthium culture (and the Summoner)

You both found out that your imprints with each other still work here (Arcturus was knitting at home and you summoned him to the florist to ask him which flowers looked better)

He found the crustiest animal shelter once and was absolutely horrified (You had to give therapy afterwards)

*in tears* "These poor things are sitting in their own waste-WHY IS THAT DOG BEING CRAMPED UP IN SUCH A SMALL CAGE"

You both came back home with your own personal petting zoo after that. (Let's assume our house is big enough)

He takes care of all the plants and animals in the house for you

Now your house is not only a petting zoo, but also a jungle. Yay.

He helps old ladies cross the street.

Literally the best housemate you could ever ask for.

He was amazed when you pointed out that he was an actual star in Mid Earthium.

The star Arcturus literally looks like him IT GLOWS ORANGE AJHSKHDKAKJGH

Very sweet.

*arcky appreciation*

Spica

You were in your nearby public library and saw Spica lecturing some kids about yelling in the library.

How Spica of him, you thought.

After bringing him home and explaining the situation to him, he was surprised to say the least.

At least now you would be by his side.

After 1 day your house now smells of coffee

Because he makes you coffee every morning (you drink it out of politeness and your love for Spica, despite the coffee being very bitter and like a 100 degrees Celsius)

Your house is also suddenly 10 times more organised

He has a considerable amount of free time now that he doesn't have to do work for the Guide Committee 25/7, so he can finally catch up on sleep.

And you can also bring him outside more

In which he gets major culture shock, because my dude used to like ballroom music and people articulating themselves in proper English (or whatever language I guess)

"Summoner, what does 'pogchamp' mean?"

Yeah. Time to teach this man about the internet.

I don't know about you, but I feel like Spica would fall for internet scams, because they don't have that stuff in Bound Arlyn (or maybe Spica just never used the internet.)

If you have any work to do, he will be watching very closely over your shoulder.

You try to teach this old man how to play online games and fail.

"...How do I know which team I'm on? How do I crouch?"

I think you should just let him read Mid Earthium books instead.

He is a very considerate housemate, doesn't really bother you unless you go bother him

He feels so weird not doing anything since he is overworked most of the time at Contell, please give him something to do.

Your imprints still worked, you summoned him from the living room to the bathroom because you were too short to fix a lightbulb (admit it you are short because so am I)

Alpheratz

You found him on a bench, being questioned by the police whether he was some homeless guy or not.

You manage to bring him home and explain to him what was going on (I mean as if we know what's going on)

I feel like he would either be really surprised, or just not care.

His logic: No Spica nagging = good

He spends most of the time asleep on your couch or somewhere in the house, or maybe the backyard if you have one.

He honestly would not care less, but his mood would be better overall because no Spica, and also no Schedar.

So you may be able to convince him to do stuff (maybe)

Your imprints work pretty much fine, you were trying to figure out how to wake him up from his century long coma on the couch, so you went to your room and summoned him there

It worked yeah, but he just went back to sleep, but on your bed.

Ah well.

He would be more than happy to accompany you around though, because Spica isn't there to show up out of the blue.

He can reach the high shelves for you.

If you are shorter than him (me), he will tease you for being short, because Pollux isn't around.

"Give me back my phone."

"But can you reach it?"

"..."

"That's right. You can't. :)"

You hit his face with a pillow

You may have to do your chores on your own though, you could try asking Alpheratz and there is a 50/50 chance he would help you

He helps you get more sleep as well, it is stressful being the Summoner in Bound Arlyn after all.

Pollux:

You found him in a park. On a swing set. He was taped to it.

Somehow, you were not surprised.

Little boy was overjoyed to see you.

You tried to explain what was happening to the best of your ability

He was a little confused, but that was all forgotten when you offered to go out to explore with him.

You took him to 7eleven, where he got a shit ton of snacks, because who's gonna stop him, not you.

He was so excited to stay with you without anyone else.

He also ensured that you had to clean up some stuff because the bad luck be bad lucking.

Anyways, you made the mistake of introducing him to social media

Its too late now he has actual followers now

Ah well.

Get ready to do tens of hundreds of tiktok challenges

It just feels like a very Pollux thing to do

He runs around everywhere, he wants to see everything in Mid Earthium and then compare it to the boundary

"Wow, everything's so...bleak. I mean not you of course, you're really pretty-I MEAN YOU DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING-"

Someone calm this tsundere down please he's feral

Would attempt to help out in the house, ends up giving up half way through

Your imprints work, you could not find Pollux anywhere in the house so you summoned him. Apparently he was hiding in the closet eating half the candy in the house

Loves dragging you around the place (he's adorable ahgjhgsajhg)

Vega

You both went back to Mid Earthium at the same time, together, so you both appeared back in your room

You were very enthusiastic about showing Vega around, BECUASE HE'S TECHNICALLY BACK HOME

Let's say you 2 lived in the same neighbourhood and you still live there now.

Bring on the nostalgia.

You showed him around all the places you used to go (according to Vega, since your memories of your time with Vega as a kid were non-existent)

Some changed, some didn't. Vega was really emotional after that (wait I didn't mean to put in all the feels no I'm not crying you are)

Vega would be either really teary or really happy, or both because he can finally spend some quality time with his beloved best friend <3

You both are inseparable the whole time, and if you have to leave the room, he can and will wait at the door until you are back

and don't take too long or else he will be sad (or he will break the door down and find you himself.)

All the time you both had was extremely wholesome without even trying and Vega was simply overjoyed just to be able to be with you.

Sometimes (read: every time) he would come into your room to cuddle with you because he has been overwhelmed with all The Feels ™

I literally love Vega he's adorable

Your imprint works, not because you needed to summon him (he was always by your side anyways), but because you know there's always this bond between the sorcerers? (amplifier stone type stuff or something)

You guys did build a blanket/pillow fort in your living room and cuddled :)

He is the most normal housemate because he knows how things work, except you would not leave your side for more than 10 minutes.

"Please stay by my side, Summoner."

Very sweet 100% chance of survival.

Sirius

You did not need to find him. He found you.

He somehow found where you lived and climbed through the window when you woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water (He refused to reveal where he spawned in to)

May Ursa Minor, Polaris and heck even Lilith from obey me why not, give us all strength to survive this

This man can and will tease you about the 2 of you living together in the same house

He has definitely suggested that the 2 of you could share the bed, but stopped before you could throw him out.

He has, despite the locked windows and door, came into your room at 3am in the morning in the form of a dog, just to bother you. You know, just because.

Polaris please come pick your kid up. I don't care whether you're dead, in the void, or is an ice monster.

Barks at people as a dog for no reason.

Got used to living in Mid Earthium very quickly.

Has most definitely pretended to be your boyfriend, up to the point where even you are confused. (gaslight gaslight and gaslight even more)

Will find a way to cause chaos.

Still pretty protective of you though, we don't talk about what he said in chapter 13

Will take you out pretty frequently (interpret it however you want)

You can never find him, so you do summon him to your side when he isn't already (he knows where you are he's just being a stalker dw)

Is very happy that he can have you all to himself, without other people questioning his questionable behaviour.

Will either help out in the house, or knock down glasses like a cat and stare at you dead in the eye.

"...Sirius please. It's 2 in the morning."

*Happy barking noises.*

"What do you want?"

"Can I be the little spoon?"

"Get out."

He somehow makes it seem like he lives in Mid Earthium, and not some wanted criminal from Bound Arlyn.

He's a menace, a hot menace, but a menace nonetheless.

[bostrichidae]

have the urge to write gay little headcanons about sanemi's colorblindness

so here ya go

(sanegiyuu real)

sanemi can't really see colors other than extremely desaturated blues and greens. that's why he wears so much green

he also sees purples as blue. so he thinks shinobu's hair is blue

he has a tendency to stare at blue things. such as giyuu's eyes. he says it's because he's angry at giyuu

shinobu once asked him if he thinks giyuu's haori colors are weird. he doesn't fucking know so he just says "yes" because they probably are weird and also he can see the pattern

despite not being able to see red, sanemi is extremely aware of whether or not something is blood

he never questions the unique hair colors. the other hashira are a bit confused about this. it's because he has no idea that their hair colors are unique at all

mitsuri is especially puzzled about this, because basically every person she interacts with for more than 1 minute questions her hair

sanemi and obanai know about each other's vision impairments (if you don't know, obanai can barely see out of his yellow eye) and find ways to help each other out with that

gyomei also knows. he once asked sanemi about giyuu's haori after shinobu made a comment about it, and sanemi was like "idfk man i can't see colors for shit"

and of course ubuyashiki knows. because ubuyashiki

he also thinks ubuyashiki's rotting skin is blue (yknow that one audio that's like "what's wrong with you. why are you blue")

masachika was very understanding and helped explain colors to him

we love masachika why'd he have to die

anyways

this mf gay and visually impaired and we love him for it

[mae-i-scribble]

My post on How I Attended and All Guys Mixer picked up a few more notes than I was expecting recently and it reminded me that I've been wanting to talk about how appreciative I am about how the series handles sexuality. I'll only be talking about the manga here bc I haven't seen the live action drama nor do I plan to. But I just think it's really neat that with our 3 male protags we get to see 3 very unique reactions to 1) learning that crossdressing is a thing and 2) how they in turn feel attraction wise.

I'll start off with Asagi as I feel his is the most straightforward in that he just takes everything in stride. Literally nothing phases him. Thanks to that he's the most nonchalant of the group, just chatting up and trying to make friends per usual. He's confused somewhat, but doesn't pay it any mind and just tries to get to know everyone as he would any other new friend. Personally, I can really see an aro/ace argument for Asagi due to the way he's just, completely unaffected and uninterested in the romantic ongoings around him. He compliments the girls and such but even when the manga is going pretty hard pushing its other pairings Asagi and Fuji truly just seem like good friends. I'm not delusional, this is a romance manga that from the get-go clearly has these pairings in mind to all get together romantically, but until it happens I can gaslight myself into believing my aroace truth (is coping so bad).

Going from most chill about everything to 2nd most chill we have Tokiwa. Tokiwa is an interesting case in that he's polite to such a degree that he does his best to mask his initial confusion and shock (to the extent that yknow, a comedy manga will allow). Though it doesn't really work because he is very overwhelmed by the situation at hand. However, I don't think this is attributed to the girls' crossdressing alone in the same way that Hagi can't get over his initial shock of the concept. Tokiwa's chief concern isn't the "weirdness" of it all but the fact that he came here expecting a meet cute with a cute girl and instead is getting a meet cute with someone equally as charming but with none of the reserved attitude we see Suo have while she's fem-presenting. My boy is not worried about gender norms he is worried for his sanity due to the attractive person flirting with him.

Honestly, this panel here implies that he finds masc-presenting Suo even more attractive. The fact that he even tries to reassure himself that because Suo is a woman this situation is less flustering is very interesting. Not that it does anything. Pouring one out for Tokiwa for real. As the manga goes on, Tokiwa gives off the vibe of someone who is comfortable with his sexuality enough that the gender presentation of the person he likes is irrelevant, both are attractive to him in different ways. Again, while Suo's crossdressing is a point of interest in the sense that it's not something he understands or gets intuitively, he doesn't have nearly the same level of crisis as Hagi does. His attraction to Suo is never questioned- rather it seems to be a question of whether or not he thinks Suo is genuine in her flirting.

And our last boy is Hagi, poor beloved Hagi who is having the time of his life trying to figure out that hey, sometimes people don't dress or present stereotypically. It's a rough life for you Hagi. However, his inner conflict is very gripping. I find his reaction and subsequent coming to terms with the idea of crossdressing a very realistic take on the subject much more akin to your average person being introduced to everything for the first time. It never feels mean spirited even if Hagi can be offensive in this thoughts and comments at first- it's born from a place of genuine confusion, both towards himself and towards the girls. Hagi falling in love with Kohaku, while a little to rife with misunderstandings for my taste, I think is a wonderful narrative of how even being straight doesn't mean that there is one way to feel attraction. While Kohaku throws around the idea of him being bi due to him being attracted to Kohaku while she's masc-presenting, Suo best sums it up when she says that it's not about the words or the looks, its about who it's coming from. And given that we haven't seen Hagi struggle with this from anyone else, it's a safe bet to say he likes Kohaku as masc-presenting, not necessarily masc-presenting people or men in general. Attraction as a fluid concept is something most straight romance stories, let alone a comedy based one, seldom bother to explore along the gender spectrum. Hagi's struggle to understand himself and what his attraction to Kohaku means to him personally is such an interesting take that it elevates the entire storyline out of miscommunication hell almost (just almost).

Idk idk this feels like a very silly rant to have but I do in fact love this manga more than a reasonable amount and this is definitely one of the top reasons for it. I would love for it to get a bit more attention but I shall settle for rereading it for the 20th time I suppose