#(and what a menace he is too. i love him. his in game profile is one of my favourites now)

[undefeatablesin]

Anyway, please behold my special boy that I love dearly and my other hunters loathe 💕

[kumimi3]

Hii!!

so I've recently stumbled upon one of your works that has been on my mind ever since, And i checked your profile to find taht the requests were open.. so don't mind if i do!

please could you write more Poly gun and goo x reader? If possible Could it be sfw & nsfw?

anyways thank you sm i love your blog!! Take care <3

❪ LOOKISM BOYS <3333333 ❫ ❮   a cutie with two ferocious dogs ⟡ gaming number 2! ↳ gun and goo ii

https:strating.com! (sfw & nsfw)

Oh, they're dominant alright...

Dominant enough to make you feel submissive. The type of men to lead you, attentive and is protective of you

The thing is, they know how capable you are despite you're feminine self, but they remain stubborn and still protect you

not because they see you as "weak" no, no, anything but that! They do it because you're THEIR woman, their babygirl!!!! <3

It's as if both of their minds think alike when it comes to you despite how different they are as a person, if you look closely, you can almost see a more different side of them

The more human side

You actually have a lot of privilege than you think

Gun and Goo both have walls so high no one could achieve it for so many years, until you appeared in their lives, and you broke it down inch by inch until you finally saw them for who they truly are

Corny, i know

Gun is a dedicated man, has a reputation to uphold, stoic and emotionless--Wait! Wait! Is that Gun? With his sweetheart? Watching Barbie? And him wearing pink!? And makeup?!?!

He teaches you Japanese!

Often times he takes advantage of your lack of knowledge with Japanese by speaking to you in his language, secretly using it as a way to be more sentimental and romantic with you

"I love you... Y/n." "Can you repeat what you said? I'll translate it--" "It's nothing." *Kisses you on the forehead before leaving*

Gun is the type to read novels in his free time, HE MUST BE!

Has definitely annotated a book before and slipped it under your bed as a gift while you were sleeping, showing his comments, qoutes highlighted--Ugh, he'd definitely do it for you

Very attentive!!! When you lean down, he puts his hand on the corner of the table so it wouldn't hit you! When you sneeze, he's quick to pull a tissue and hand it to you while talking to someone in front of him

Now, Goo... He's definitely easygoing towards the relationship

Anything you both want, he's game, fr fr

He's the one who cooks for the three of you most of the time, once called you his "Cute little chef" when you decided to help him at the kitchen

If you're the type of sweetheart to vape or smoke--Nope! Now you're not! He'll throw your cigs away the moment he sees it and gives you a scolding while coddling you in his strong arms

"Sugarbunch! You shouldn't be smoking, it's bad for you!" *Pouts as he whines about how bad it'll affect you*

A teaser at it's finest!

Will tease you until the end, but if someone else does it, he's already readying his knuckles for charging, plus with his menacing glare

has slow danced to you at least once when he was feeling romantic at the time, where he's surprisingly quiet as he merely basks in the soft melody from the tv, and your warm presence

UGH, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MONEY PART

money, money, money

Gun and Goo have many love languages, but I suppose one thing in common is: GIFT GIVING!

You look, they pay. You touch, they pay. You smile, they pay.

That's it. They don't think too much about how much money of theirs you spend, they can make twice the amount in a week.

Besides, how could they say no to you?

nsfw part (not very detailed, but do be cautious, ps: I'm still new at writing smut sorry jehrbferfe)

They're big. That's it.

Gun and Goo have tremendous amount of work, so at the end of the day, you'd expect rounds of sex the moment they open the door surprisingly quiet

They've fucked you separately most of the time, but gets horny at the thought of fucking you at the same time (which does happen actually)

Sex with Gun is intimate and passionately rough

He holds you possessively as he ruts into you once again for the umpteenth time, eyeing your luscious curves while you whimper at the sensitivity inside of you

"I've fucked you many times... Yet, you still don't seem to get used to it."

His cock is big, who could blame you?

Gun's a genius at making you feel good, wether it's the words he use, or just from his actions--He'd lower his lips close to your ears and speaks to you in a breathy manner, seemingly unfazed at the way you clutch on to his arms for dear life

Hidden praises and faux degradation, you couldn't tell what he would be using, but both styles have definitely made you sigh in pleasure

"Can't you see how much of a slut you look like right now? Heh, keep whining and see where that gets you." "Just like that, hah... Attagirl."

Goo's open to explore new kinks and positions, so expect a box of toys in front of you the moment he locks the bedroom door

Might be into voyeurism... He's a risky guy, after all

Leans more into praises, yet degrades you for a minute just for fun

He's fucked you most of the time through bdsm, but Goo is still a romantic, he'd like rose petals on the floor, low music, and just have a good time

Quite vocal unlike Gun--Who mostly groans--and begins to get louder the more close he gets to his high

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for me, yeah? You're close aren't ya? I know you are, I can feel you down there--Agh~" "'Wonder what Gun thinks if I send him a pic of you looking like a complete whore, ugh baby you're so fucking cute like this!"

[yeonjunszn]

BALANCE GAME

📻 “pick your answer A or B, it's a balance game, seoul university! welcome back to your favorite radio talk show— you send us two options, we pick one, and then we discuss why we picked it!”

PAIRING 𖦹 choi beomgyu x f!reader

GENRES 𖦹 fluff﹒crack﹒angst

WARNINGS 𖦹 mature language bc i need to swear every chance i can i’m so sorry, uni!au, childhood best friends to lovers trope, mutual but VERY oblivious pining, like i mean it when i say VERY oblivious, reader and beomgyu are kinda (really) dumb, everyone works for the uni radio station, seungmin and soobin are menaces to society, heeseung and jeongin are also menaces to society, chaeryeong wonders why men, this smau is actually very fast paced & kinda short so i’m sorry if it feels like the plot develops too fast for your taste

FEAT 𖦹 soobin from txt, heeseung from enhypen, jeongin and seungmin from skz, chaeryeong from itzy + mentions of other idols

SUMMARY 𖦹 choi beomgyu’s life was relatively simple. he woke up, went to class, met up with you (his best friend since 6th grade) for coffee, helped you manage the school’s radio station, co-hosted a talk show on said radio station with two of his closest friends and repeat. but when the show gets a question that asks whether he’d rather fall in love with a complete stranger or someone he’s known forever, choi beomgyu’s relatively simple life becomes extremely complicated.

STATUS 𖦹 off the air! (completed!)

START 𖦹 september 16, 2022

END 𖦹 december 26, 2022

MORE 𖦹 NO MORE SECOND LEAD BEOMGYU!!! i’ve had just about ENOUGH of giving him this treatment 😭😭 my king deserves better so i am giving him better in the form of my favorite tropes blended together 🫶 send an ask to join the taglist!!

++ this entire thing was beta’d by my bestie bff @lvandrmoon thank u luna !! i appreciate u sm <<3

PROFILES 𖦹 balance game bros | the brain cells(?)

ONE beomgyu > school > station

TWO ur despicable

THREE what the heart wants

FOUR we must repent

FIVE superbly interesting

SIX asking for oomf

SEVEN bitchless soobin and his bitchless anime

EIGHT plus one (964)

NINE seungbin and jeongseung

TEN a guest

ELEVEN y/n emo era

TWELVE intellectually intellectual

THIRTEEN taylor swift on main

FOURTEEN nice try tho

FIFTEEN he’s single

SIXTEEN willing to give it a shot

SEVENTEEN the only person to blame

EIGHTEEN abt to steal your man

NINETEEN i’d pick you a thousand times (1.7k)

TWENTY i’ll be waiting

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[merakiui]

Oooooh expand more on incel discord mod scara? 👀👀👀

(cw: yandere, brief nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, incel behaviors, obsession, misogyny)

Either he lives in Ei's basement, or she kicked him out and so now he lives in a very nice apartment far from her. Scaramouche is an incredibly toxic gamer; the type who will spam petty nonsense like “kys” or “your mom doesn’t love you” or “get better at the game before you talk to me” or “i bet you shoot blanks irl.” He is a menace and a bully and an omen all in one terrible package. You’d think that with all of his cruelty he’d actually be trash at games, right? He’s actually surprisingly good—too good, actually, to the point where he’s placed very high on leaderboards and in online tournaments. He also has the worst gamer rage and short temper...

He’s in a server that was created by a pro-gamer who calls herself the Tsaritsa. There are eleven mods in total, with Scara being the sixth. Your meeting wasn’t exactly a meeting; it was more of you had been in a VC with him and a few others and the lot of you were playing games for the fun of it. Scara had some time to kill and he figured that annihilating everyone in the lobby and flexing his skills would give his ego a significant boost. What he doesn’t expect is for you to actually beat him and top his score by a few measly points. He claims he doesn’t care, but then you lightheartedly rub it in his face and now he really cares. The two of you end up arguing in the VC, going back and forth about skill issues and raw talent and how he should just relax because it’s just one win. He ends up kicking you out of anger and spite. 

Later, after appealing to mod Dottore (Scara hates him), you’re let back into the server after having promised to not stir up trouble or fights. Scara doesn’t notice your arrival for a few weeks until he spies your profile picture in the VC and he’s immediately reminded of how annoying you were that day. He’s been grinding on that game ever since you beat him just to improve; he’s such a loser. 

Scara actually doesn’t play with the other server members often. He’s more of a solo gamer, but with you in the picture he’s determined to put you in your place. That singular win chips his pride more than he’s willing to admit, so whenever he sees you alone in VC he’ll hop in and demand a rematch. You always agree, and each time you always win. Scara is losing his mind. How is he suddenly so trash?! What’s going on? He used to be so good—and he’s still good! You’re just hacking or something. Did you secretly team up with Dottore and did he let you in on some stupid hacking tricks? Is that what’s going on?

Every time you win, you tell Scara to get better. He’s trying. Archons, he cannot stand you. He’d kick you again, but like a worthless cockroach you’d just find a way back in. 

At some point, the two of you add each other so you can take your feud beyond the server. Every weekend the two of you engage in rematches and you win every time. If Scara’s pride was cracked before, it’s absolutely shattered now. His hatred for you and your skills (which he is certain are just cheap hacks) grows day by day until it gets to a point where he’s going through the socials you’ve linked to your discord profile just to see what kind of person you are beyond games. You might not even be a female, but Scara automatically sees you as one because of how annoying you are. He has this whole mindset that “women can’t be good at video games” and so regardless of your gender he’s going to live with the thought that you are a female who is kicking his ass at a game he used to be godly at. And Scara, as a pro-gamer, as a man, cannot let this continue to happen.

The next time you’re challenged to a rematch, you text him: if I win you have to pay for my groceries for the month. Scara thinks that’s a stupid request, but he agrees. And if he wins you have to leave the server forever and never return. Unsurprisingly, you win. But just barely. Scara doesn’t care enough to wonder why that might be, but then you’re typing to him: gg, not my best game. I’m kinda hungry and running on three hours of sleep rn, so I’m not at my best. 

Scara peers at the message with a scowl, sitting perched in his gaming chair. sleep, idiot, he tells you. and make sure you eat.

Obviously he tells you this only because he wants you to be in peak condition when he plays with you next. Not because he’s worried or anything. 

Your grocery bills are covered for two months instead of the one.

At some point, amidst trying and failing, Scara thinks he’s gone insane. He must be trapped in some vicious, unbreakable loop. He knows he should probably give up, but giving up would look weak and then his server members might say he has a small dick for letting you win all the time. He hates you, but what he hates more is when you stop appearing online for your weekly rematches. The idea that he would be worried over you is so lame. He���s not worried. He just needs you to be in one piece so he can kick your ass. 

The next time you text him you tell him you were busy with your real life, which is understandable, but Scara is chronically online and so he thinks that in the time you were offline you were busy fooling around like a slut. Is that how you’re so good at games? You seduce the competition and then win while they’re distracted? He hates you and your trickery. 

But he still finds himself asking if all is good on your end. If you need him to send money. If you need anything. Since when did he care so much? It’s not caring, Scara assures himself; it’s hate-caring. He’s doing this only because he needs you here so he can win. 

Without realizing it, you’ve become Scara’s discord kitten. He sends you money out of spite, he pays for your groceries and other necessities out of hatred, he stays up late on VC with you just to trash-talk and insult you (i.e. get to know you more). He finds your personal social media accounts and the accounts of your real life friends and he pulls up pictures of you on his three monitors and fucks into his hand to the sight of you. 

He really is going insane. How did he get to this point? Since when were you able to get him this hard? Why does he immediately think of you when he’s doing the most mundane tasks like chores or shopping and suddenly he’s insatiably horny? It must be because you’re a worthless female using your charms to seduce him, to always beat him at games, to use him like you probably use every other man you’ve come across!

Scara decides that, regardless of whether he wins or loses to you, he ought to just take you for himself and keep you in his apartment as his little housewife. Then he can get back to being good at video games and you can serve him like you’re meant to. He just needs to find your address and plan a few things, as well as buy some...tools. 

He can’t wait to welcome his kitten home. :)

[starlitangels]

Talk Nerdy

Listen, Erik said Link would be Vincent's main in Smash Bros because Vincent has a fondness for the character and fell in love with Breath of the Wild like the rest of us did. That is enough for me to decide Vincent is at least kinda a Legend of Zelda fan. And as a Zelda fan, this was just an excuse to be a Big Nerd. 1.2k words

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"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I just need one more hit..." Vincent muttered under his breath. So focused on his game that he didn't realize I was standing in the archway behind him. He didn't hear me, smell me, see me—nothing. I smiled and watched Colgera fly around the screen while Link and Tulin furiously flew around in the swirling wind.

Biting my lip, I crept out of the archway and behind the couch. Vincent swore as he took a shot with his bow and it shattered. I smirked, leaned down until I was right behind his ear, and raised a hand.

I dropped it onto his shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked loudly.

Vincent swore and nearly threw his controller into the TV. Instead managing to only arc it over the coffee table. "Lovely!" he exclaimed. "Don't do that to me!" In a blur of movement, he had his controller back and the game paused. He spun to look at me. "What was that for?"

I laughed. "I'm sorry," I said around my laughter. "I couldn't help it. You were so focused you didn't—you didn't even notice I was right there. I had to see how close I could get!"

He sighed, giving me an affectionate—but exasperated—shake of his head with a little grin. "You're a menace," he said.

I shrugged. "Just for you, and just when we're alone. Because you love me."

"I do. I do love you." I leaned across the back of the couch and met his lips in a kiss. He reached and grabbed at my hips, hauling me over the back of the sofa while I shrieked as I flopped down onto the cushions. He cackled. "There we go. We're even now. And you get to sit with me and watch me play."

"Fine with me."

He kissed the top of my head and unpaused the game. Quickly equipping a new bow to try and shoot Colgera again.

"Rare for a Zelda boss' weak spot to not be their eye," I joked.

"Mmhmm," Vincent agreed, barely paying me any heed.

We sat in relative silence, broken only by Tulin's encouragement and the boss music and various sound effects like the cyclones and Vincent's controller clacking, for a few minutes.

"You're running out of cold resistance," I said.

He cursed under his breath and paused, searching his menus for another dish of food for cold resistance.

"Didn't you get a portable pot in one of the Zonai capsules?"

"They don't work in boss fights," he replied. Right as he found another meal he'd made to fight the cold and had Link eat it. He unpaused and went right back to it.

"Damn, this track slaps," I said quietly.

"It really does. I barely noticed it my first time playing through this game since I was so focused on the fight. Now, every time I restart, I always fight Colgera first. It's the best boss fight."

I smiled. "How many times have you played through Tears of the Kingdom in the last six months?"

Vincent shrugged. "Like five or six. But I don't search for all the Koroks every time. Just as many as I need to get all the spaces in my inventory. I still haven't found all of them on my main Switch profile's save. They added more. It was already a pain in the ass finding nine-hundred in Breath of the Wild. Now there's a thousand. They managed to shove a hundred more into almost the exact same map."

I smiled. "These are your favorite Zelda games, aren't they?"

He didn't even break his concentration from the boss fight. "Maybe. Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and Ocarina of Time are pretty high on the list too." He moved around with his motion controls to aim his bow. "Twilight Princess is high on that list," he added. "I'd only been turned for six years when it came out and I was in the perfect moody, dark headspace to vibe hard with the game's aesthetic. Maybe the nostalgia helps keep it that high on my favorites. It's also just a good game to boot. And, if I may say, the most iconic appearance for Princess Zelda. She was barely in the game and yet when I hear the name 'Princess Zelda', I always think of her Twilight Princess look before even her Breath of the Wild one."

I smiled. Mmm... talk nerdy to me, you lovable dork, I thought fondly. "I never finished the Forest Temple in that game. Much to my best friend's chagrin. Twilight Princess was their favorite Zelda game while we were growing up."

Vincent shot me a quick look. "We'll fix that. I'll break out the Wii or the Wii-U and we'll get you through it."

"If we ever have time," I muttered sarcastically.

"Fair point. We'll find time. The fact that we don't really need to sleep as much has helped me get through this game multiple times."

I snickered and continued watching him.

The Rito Village/Dragon Roost Island theme hit and washed over our living room in a wave of nostalgia. Vincent sighed in rapture at it.

"This music is so good," I whispered.

"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Nintendo really went off with all the Tears of the Kingdom music. Remember that trailer's saxophone?"

"Mmhmm." I grinned. "Remember the first trailer to feature Ganondorf's voice and the entire internet blew up like 'Matthew Mercer'?"

Vincent started laughing. "That was hilarious. So many memes."

"Yeah. It was great." I gasped. "You're on your last shot, Vin!"

"I know. I'm so close."

"You know, if you did this with a Multi-Shot bow, you could do this a lot faster."

"Yeah, yeah. But I like doing this fight first. It's a challenge." He let go of the button on his controller. Link loosed the arrow.

It arced toward Colgera. Vincent and I both held our breath.

It struck, breaking the final bit of cracked ice.

"Yes!" Vincent cheered, pumping his fist into the air. I whooped and let him give me a kiss.

"Good job, lover boy," I said.

"Thanks, lovely." He gave me a soft look. "I forgive you for scaring me to death."

I burst out laughing. "Thanks. And you're welcome."

He kissed my hairline. "Were you wanting a turn on the Switch or were you just coming in to watch me play?"

"I was actually coming in to ask if you wanted a hot cocoa or something but I saw an opportunity that I couldn't pass up."

"Menace," he accused affectionately.

"Playboy," I retorted. He grinned.

"I would actually love a hot chocolate though," he added in a cheeky little whisper, curling his shoulders up and smiling like a mischievous kid.

I smiled. "I'll get some made for us. You're cute." Kissing his curly, glossy blue-black hair, I got up from the sofa and went toward the kitchen while the cutscene kept playing on the TV.

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Tag list: @pinksparkl @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose

[ikeromantic]

Nobunaga heat 😚

Oh Nobunaga! My favorite tyrant of the heart ^_^ Approx. 900 words of our carnelian-eyed menace and heat.

Nobunaga could not sleep. The air in the tenshu was thick and hot and still. The night sky above, clouded and heavy, as if conspiring to keep the darkness as sweltering as the day. He shifted disconsolately on his futon, until he finally gave up on the notion and went to stand on his balcony. 

There wasn’t enough breeze to even stir his hair, but just being out here made him feel a little better. His thoughts spun through the events of the day, the concerns of his growing empire, and finally, with some anticipation, landed on the chatelaine. She’d been avoiding him of late. He knew it. Afraid of what another game of go might cause her to yield. 

He smiled, thinking of her saucy responses to him. When she forgot to be nervous, she was deeply amusing. And more. There was something about his lucky charm that made him feel peaceful. That was what he wanted right now. 

Nobunaga sent a servant scurrying to fetch her. 

She came up the stairs with a reluctant gait. He could almost hear the resistance to his summons in every step. And the first words out of her mouth as she entered his room were defiant. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“No. Do you?” He glanced at her over his shoulder. She stood in the dimlit room, as distant as she could get from his balcony perch. 

“Well . . . not exactly, no. But it’s really late. Or early. Anyway, that’s not the point! I was sleeping and you sent someone to wake me up! They had me dress in a hurry and run up here and - and there’s not even an emergency.” She ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly all nerves again, the anger bleeding out of her. 

Nobunaga felt an uncharacteristic guilt over waking her like that. She must have been worried to get such a vague, urgent message. But he shunted that emotion away and gave no sign of it in his expression. “Come here.”

She took a few steps in his direction, then paused. “You aren’t planning to play go, are you? Because I’m way too tired for that.”

“No. No games tonight.” He looked back out over the town, listening to her slow steps. 

The chatelaine stopped at the railing, more than an armslength away. “Well, good.” Then her head snapped up at some sudden thought. “I hope you aren’t under the impression I’m going to warm your bed either. I thought we were clear on that.”

“Warm my bed?” Nobunaga chuckled. “On a night like this, I think it is quite hot enough.” 

“Then . . . what do you want?”

Just you, he thought, his carnelian eyes turning toward her. He took in her lovely profile, the wisps of loose hair that clung to her neck and stuck to her cheek. “Sit.”

Her jaw clenched. “I am not some pet you can order around, mister warlord.”

He grinned. Ah that fire of hers. “Fireball, sit. Please.”

She seemed to debate whether or not the courtesy was enough. Apparently the yes vote won out as she sat down and leaned her back against the railing. “There’s a little bit of a breeze up here at least. I think it’s cooler than my room.”

“Is it?” He turned toward her. She was wearing a hastily tied kimono, thin enough that it was almost opaque had there been any light to shine through it. Her bare legs stuck out the bottom, showing his conquered territory up to her silken thigh. But he didn’t feel lust for her tonight - or not much - just a satisfaction that she was here.

The chatelaine nodded. 

Nobunaga lowered himself to the floor near her.

“Umm. What are you doing?” She eyed him the way she might a strange dog, one that was equally likely to bite as to wag his tail.

He grinned. “Just be still. I am not conquering new territory tonight. And then he laid down, settling his head on those lovely thighs. “You will be my pillow.”

The chatelaine shifted a bit under him, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “I don’t think I like this. Wouldn’t you rather have a real pillow? I can get one for you.”

“No. Now be quiet.” He shut his eyes and let himself relax into her presence. Her soft skin, the slight sweet floral scent of her perfume, and the sound of her breath and heart beat eased his tension. “Talk to me,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Tell me about your work. Your day. Anything you like.” He kept his eyes closed, cheek pressed to her leg. It was comfortable there, despite the heat. Perhaps it was just the softness of her. The gentleness that she carried with her everywhere she went.

The chatelaine sighed and after a moment, began to talk. She told him about her day. The work she did, the things she saw, people she met. There was so much joy in it. He fell still, his restlessness retreating. And with his stillness, she too let go of her worry. 

Nobunaga felt himself drifting into an empty, peaceful darkness. A place where his ambitions did not reach. A place where his burdens did not exist. 

As he let himself sink into that space, he felt her cool fingers brush his hair back from his face. “You know, like this you’re much cuter,” the chatelaine said softly. There was warm affection in her voice and in her touch.  His last thought before the darkness took him was of her. How precious she’d become to him. Love, his dream-self whispered, though waking he would have denied it.

[hongcherry]

Hi! I'm doing good, thank you for asking and for answering my question :D. I REALLY love your writing and I want to request a roommate!JungKook x roommate!reader enemies to lovers fic, when it's raining a lot, so the power goes out and the reader is scared of the dark, please. I hope you're having a good day/night, don't forget to take care of yourself ♡

Your Light || jjk

"Being stuck in the dark with your annoying roommate was not ideal, however, maybe it wasn't so bad in the end."

💡 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f)

💡 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Fluff, roommate au, enemies to lovers

💡 Warnings: Cursing, mc hates children (joking...), bantering, mentions of stereotypes of older people/grandmas, that's it?

💡 Word Count: 2.3k

💡 Author’s Note: Anon, I'm so touched that you like my writing so much! That's such a big and sweet compliment. I'll cherish it forever! Tbh, I've been feeling a lil insecure about it, so this really made me feel better. This prompt was also really adorable! I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad you're doing good 💖

part two

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What’s more annoying than telling your roommate to stop yelling at his screen at three in the morning?

Having to tell him for the fourth time.

If you knew Jungkook was an avid video gamer, you would never have agreed to room with him. But alas, his profile was too perfect to be true. A quiet guy who stayed holed up in his room? One that knew how to cook? Someone that could lift your heavy move-in boxes? Truly a winner.

If only that was the whole case.

Jungkook indeed stayed in his room, could cook, and could lift heavy items.

But he also made loud noises in the middle of the night, cooked at the weirdest times so you couldn’t leech off his food, and made you pay him anytime he helped you move items.

What a menace.

“If you don’t turn off that stupid screen at ten, I’m going to cut up all your cords,” you threatened, towel and spare clothes in your arms as you peeped your head in Jungkook’s room.

You were preparing to go to sleep early due to having stayed up late last night because of his stupid shooting game. It was also raining outside, which would aid in you falling asleep faster since you found the rain peaceful.

Jungkook didn’t reply and simply kept his focus on his screen. He wore a headset, fingers flying across the keyboard. Irritated at his lack of response, you stomped over to him and yanked off his headset.

To your utter annoyance, that didn’t even phase him.

“Jeon Jungkook, are you even listening?” you hissed.

Laughter came from somewhere in the room, but you two were the only one's home. It was not until you heard another voice that you knew where the sound was coming from.

“Is that your mom?” the voice laughed. “Tell her to go back to knitting a sweater for her cat.”

A gasp left your lips at the implication you were some old, wrinkly lady. You raised the headset to your face. You didn’t put it on, but you put your mouth near the microphone, so his “friends” could hear.

“How about you go eat your supper and go to bed, little vermin,” you angrily replied. “And I’ll have you know cats dressed in sweaters are cute!”

More laughter emitted from the headset.

“Supper?” another voice echoed. “I don’t think that’s his mom—more like his grandma.”

“Why you tiny piece of-”

“Give me the headset,” Jungkook finally acknowledged you. Not wanting to hear any more of the pests known as kids, you thrust the equipment in his open hand. You noticed his character had died and was waiting to respawn.

Jungkook slipped the headset back on and continued his game. “Relax guys. She’s just my roommate.”

Even though the device wasn’t near your ears, you could still hear their replies.

“Your grandma is your roommate?”

“She’s so uptight!”

“Seriously, tell her to calm down.”

Your hands clutched your belongings tighter. You told yourself to walk away—fighting with them was no use; however, you couldn’t stop yourself when you leaned down near Jungkook’s face to get near the mic once more.

“I hope your parents make you eat a pound of vegetables.”

“Go away,” Jungkook huffed and gave you a gentle shove.

“Tell me you’ll turn that off at ten.”

“Eleven,” he bargained, eyes glancing at you when his character died again. You must really be distracting him for him to have died twice within five minutes. Good. You hoped his ranking plummeted.

“Ten-thirty,” you said. “That or I grab my scissors.”

“Fine. Ten-thirty. Now leave before I get my own scissors.”

You scoffed, hand on your hip. “And do what with them? Make paper snowflakes?”

Jungkook smirked at you before turning back to his game. “Don’t think I don’t know where you hide that stupid stuffed chipmunk of yours.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as you stared at him incredulously.

“Ten-thirty,” you repeated firmly before walking out of his room and shutting the door. The walls weren’t thick, but at least it kept some noise out.

You started making your way to your bathroom; however, you couldn’t get rid of the paranoia that Jungkook really knew where Mr. BonBon was. You made a quick detour to relocate your favorite plushie. You had won it at an arcade on your thirtieth try. It held sentimental (monetary) value.

Once you were done, you trekked to your bathroom. Finally, you could end your day with a relaxing steamy shower. No doubt your shoulders were sore from all the stress you’ve endured lately. From tests to 3 a.m. hollering, you couldn’t wait to have some time to decompress.

The feel of the hot water pouring down on your body had your eyes closed momentarily. You could probably stay there for half an hour, but your goal tonight was to go to sleep early. You kept that in mind as you went through your shower routine. You were just rinsing the soap from your body when the lights suddenly went out.

Startled by the unexpected darkness, you fumbled to turn off the water. It must be Jungkook pranking you.

You hastily grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body, so he couldn’t get a free show.

“Turn the lights back on, Jungkook!” you exclaimed.

When you didn’t get an answer, your brain started conjuring up fantasies. And not the ones where you find a charming partner and run off into the sunset. No, these thoughts consisted of a three-headed beast clawing its way from your drain, or a long-haired lady crawling from your mirror. While living with Jungkook was a pain in your rear, you much rather live with him for eternity than be captured by one of your “mind monsters.”

The haunting thoughts had you hastily scurrying from the shower, hair still dripping water and making a mess of your tiles. That was the least of your worries as an imaginary hand was reaching from the mirror that you passed on your way out of the bathroom.

You took two steps into your bedroom only to scream when you saw a dark figure standing a few feet from you. Your hand reached to your side to grab whatever was closest while the other clutched the towel around you. When you finally grabbed onto something, you flung it as hard as you could at the mysterious person.

They grunted, stumbling back a little and cursing under their breath.

“Calm down, it’s just me,” Jungkook grunted.

Your heart was still racing, but at least your shoulders eased.

“I could’ve killed you!” you screeched.

“I’d like to see you try,” he huffed. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you just knew that little shit was rolling his eyes.

As you were calming down, a loud thunder cracked outside. It had you jumping and shuffling closer to Jungkook unknowingly. That must be the reason for the power outage.

“I’m going to try to find a flashlight,” Jungkook spoke.

“What about your phone?” you wondered.

“Misplaced it, but I rather not use it right now anyway if I can’t charge it,” he said. He started to move, but you quickly stumbled closer so you could grab his wrist.

“Wait!” you exclaimed.

Jungkook paused in his steps to look at you. “What?”

“I- I can help you find it.”

The quiver in your voice grabbed Jungkook’s attention and he finally put some effort into reading your body language.

You were tensed, hand still holding onto him and your towel tightly. You were also strangely too close.

“You’re scared of the dark,” he stated, a small chuckle sounding at this realization.

“No! I’m j-just trying to help.”

Maybe you were scared. You hated the way your paranoia skyrocketed when you couldn’t see. There was something too eerie about having one of your five senses taken away from you.

“Are you crying?” he questioned, and you felt his hand brush against yours that held him.

“What? No. Why would you-”

“Something wet landed on me. Please don’t tell me that was your snot or something,” he replied, voice full of dread.

Your hair was still wet and probably leaving your floor slippery.

“I just came from the shower! It’s just water,” you groaned and slowly let go of his arm.

“O-oh.” He sounded startled.

Your eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness as some of the moonlight crept in from the window through your curtain.

“Let me change, but don’t-” you sighed at how much you needed him. “-don’t leave me.”

You expected Jungkook to make a witty reply, but he simply nodded, an action you could faintly see.

“Only if you let me sit on your bed,” he bargained. Each time he would climb on your bed, you would always shoo him away—claiming he was spreading his germs all over your clean sheets.

“Fine,” you said. You stuck out your arms as you felt your way to your closet. You could see the outline of some closer objects, but you still felt uncomfortable not seeing far away.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook cursed before you heard thudding.

“What happened?” you asked quickly, heart beginning to race as your mind pictured Jungkook getting snatched by the monster under your bed.

“Nothing,” he groaned. “When did you put a bench by your bed?”

Your body relaxed again. He must have tripped over it and fallen. “A day ago.”

Once you found your closest, you quickly changed to whatever your hands touched. You had clothes in the bathroom, but there was no way you were risking getting grabbed by another monster in there.

“Done,” you announced and reached out again. Jungkook met you halfway, taking your hand in his. It was your first time holding his hand, and you didn’t like the way your body warmed at his touch.

“Just going to go to my room; I have a flashlight there,” he instructed. His voice didn’t hold the playfulness or irritation it usually did. It was softer. It was odd to hear, but not unpleasant.

You followed him slowly down the hall to his room, the path familiar to you but still making you anxious.

“Wait here and I’ll get it,” he instructed and started to pull away. However, the moment he took a step forward, you clutched him again.

“S-sorry,” you said quickly when he was tugged back. Jungkook paused, staring down at you with eyes you couldn’t read.

Taking in a steady breath, he repositioned your hands onto his hoodie.

“It’s okay. Hold on,” he said and moved. You continued to hold onto his clothes while he shuffled around in his closet.

“Aha!”

Suddenly light flooded the room. Jungkook’s gaze drifted from the flashlight to you. With the light, your worrisome expression could be seen clearly. Not to mention, just how close you were to Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asked.

His voice had you moving away quickly, your body heating from embarrassment.

“Just fine,” you answered. “How long do you think the electricity will be out?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It depends I guess. For now, we can use this so our phones can save power.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Nice outfit,” Jungkook mumbled, voice teasing like you were used to. It somehow made you feel better.

You glanced down, only now taking in your mismatched attire.

“You try getting dressed in the dark,” you grumbled. He smiled and glanced around.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing.

You wanted to reject his invitation—make some sort of excuse to sleep in your own room; however, you knew you wouldn’t be okay sleeping alone. Before you could make your decision, Jungkook started to pull out an extra pillow and blanket from his closet. He tossed them onto the floor and then set the flashlight on the nightstand, light shining up at the ceiling. It had cast enough light to make you feel safer.

“If you don’t get in that bed, I’m going to keep playing until four,” he threatened light heartily when he saw you standing still.

“You already do that,” you argued but relented to his request.

“And I’ll continue doing that if you don’t-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed as you climbed into his bed. “I’m in.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile. “Good.”

A part of you wanted to offer to share his bed, however, you decided against it since you two weren’t that close. One night on the floor won’t hurt him anyway.

“Goodnight, Yn,” he mumbled from below.

You nestled in his covers, taking in the calming scent of them and letting your eyes close. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Luckily, the electricity was only out for a few hours. It came back on in the middle of the night. You had started to leave Jungkook’s room, but he insisted you stay in case the power went out again. Not liking that possibility, you agreed. It wasn’t that bad being with Jungkook anyway.

Later that week, you came home to a box on your bed. You didn’t order anything lately, so you weren’t sure what it was. However, upon closer inspection, you saw your name on it. Inside was a chipmunk-shaped night light. You’ve seen these in stores and online, usually advertised to children, but that didn’t matter. It was battery-operated, which meant even if the power went out, you could still use the device.

Your lips lifted in a smile while you inspected the cute light. You set it on your nightstand and then returned your attention to the box. You still weren’t sure who had gifted you this. Though, sure enough, you found a card laying at the bottom of the box, face down. Turning it over, it read:

In case I’m not here next time. JK

Your eyes lingered on the hand-written note. Partly in denial that Jungkook, your annoying, disobeying roommate, had gotten you something so considerate. Nevertheless, your view of him was slowly changing—for the better.

You checked your clock and realized Jungkook would be home from his class soon. As a thank you, you started to cook dinner. It wasn’t going to be the most elaborate meal he's had since he was the better chief, but you hoped it would convey the gratitude you had for his thoughtful present.

Maybe living with Jungkook wasn’t that bad after all.

A/N: Thank you again, anon! 🥰

Also if any of you knit sweaters for cats, you're a rockstar. Don't let anyone tell you differently 👿

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WIPs for the Wednesday Gods

So it's Wednesday, and unfortunately for me I've been in a big fat, no good writing funk for the past couple of weeks. Really getting into the weeds about it and all of that (am I any good at it??? do I even like writing??? who knows!) That said, some of y'all lovely gems have been tagging me today (and in some fun games from last week that I may queue up for later this week). Thanks to @cha-melodius, @wordsofhoneydew, @eusuntgratie, @bigassbowlingballhead, @iboatedhere, @firenati0n, and @onthewaytosomewhere for tags today and last week!

I just deleted a whopping 2500 words from my Porn Star AU 😩, so instead please enjoy this offering of TZP/Nick inspired by Taylor running his mouth like an absolute menace on the Oscars red carpet (no I have not stopped thinking about it). As always the F stands for fiction etc etc.

Taylor checks his phone on the way out, breezing past emails from his agent and Maria’s endless recap of the show exclusively via reaction gifs before he sees it. Nicky: just thought you needed the practice, mate. x Taylor has been thinking about it lately, is the thing. Nick has been everywhere: promoting his new show, saying nice things about Taylor in interviews. Things like how he was authentic and funny and—fuck. Nick is in his city now, even. It isn’t Taylor’s fault that Amelia had pitched him a perfect home run. Taylor: so generous. too bad u weren’t invited tonight.  Taylor follows the security line to the valet and slides into the backseat of his waiting car, letting out a breath as the door closes and leaves the sounds of the crowds outside pleasantly muffled. He has a date with a hotel suite and an outfit change waiting for him, but for now he just lays his head on the glass and lets the streetlights passing by the window drain away the lingering nervous energy until his phone lights up in his palm. Nicky: maybe I have better things to do Taylor isn’t going to think about whether he would have liked Nick to have been there, frankly. If seeing the familiar shape of Nick’s profile across a crowded room would have felt relaxing, like it once had, instead of fraught with all of these inconvenient feelings. It had been a lot easier when his stupid face and his sly fucking mouth had been clear across an ocean. Just a mistake Taylor made once. Taylor plays the game anyway. Taylor: yeah?? what things? And he expects more of the same, really. A bit of banter. Some of it verging on flirty. The same stupid shit they always do; tossing a hot potato around and pretending they didn’t already drop the damn thing. Instead, those three little dots show up, dancing at the bottom of Taylor’s phone screen once, twice, and then—nothing. Okay then.

Open tag because I have been woefully behind on checking my feed, looking at the internet, and being a general person! Tag me if you take the open tag ��

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Ginger hate club~

SKATER WARS- Profiles- Pt1- Childe's friends

masterlist || home

Ginger hate club- CHILDE'S friend group

ABOUT:-

Childe- In college, an absolute prankster I tell you, ginger, (i like gingers if they are childe) mediocre grades, only passes bc the smarties, aka Xiao and Diluc help him begrudgingly. Rich. Filthy rich. Aspiring skater, practices in secret. Totally does not admire our dear protag [name] in secret as well (he's totally a fan stan and simp guys)

Hu Tao:- Childe's best friend fr. If not for the fact that Childe is a ginger and Hu a brunette,you would seriously have thought they are siblings. Master prankster, even better than Childe. An absolute menace to society, favorite passtime is troubling Xiao with Childe and Venti. Suprisingly she still gets much better than average grades.

Xiao:- Emo boy no 1 . Topper i tell you. Loves mcr and all stuff dark. Has the nerve to watch absolutely terrifying horror movies with the group, and only he and hu are the ones not screaming their a*ses out. Claims to hate everyone but yall know he is secretly a softie. Oh also, he is the school male heartthrob. Obviously.

Diluc:- Emo boy no 2. School heartthrob no 3 (no 2 is Childe) topper no 2.basically xiao no 2 but taller, less emo, and attractive redhead. Despises Kaeya's guts despite being siblings, yet still looks out for him. Elder brothers am i right? Hobbies are cooking and skating, actually mostly everyone in the group can skate pretty well except for venti and hu tao.

Kaeya:- Menace. Loves drinking, more on the wild side like Childe. When he skates, its crazy skating. Loves doing dangerous stunts and shit, but he has those helmets and stuff on and they make him look so- if he doesnt manage to get Diluc absolutely mad atleast once in the day, then his day is not complete. Marks are good enough for him

Venti:-our favorite femboy, he is also mischievous but more on the sweeter side because he is just so adorable. Makes sure that his pranks and games dont hurt anyone (well not too much anyways). I doubt there anyone in the world who loves wine more than him. Anywhere, anytime, anyhow. Heck, he'll even bring wine to school in water bottle, thus he is high almost all the time. If he isnt high he isnt happy. Screams the most during horror movies.

taglist:- [open, send an ask or comment to be added] @duckyyyx

summary:- It's the National level Elimination Rounds for the World Skating Championships. You, [Y/N L/N], are the No. 1 skater in the Championships for a long time. It was effortless, really, since you had been skating from a young age. Naturally, you were rather pissed off when some random annoying ginger shows up out of literally nowhere, and soon threatens to steal your No. 1 spot. He rose up the leaderboards pretty quickly, much too quickly in your opinion. He was already at No. 2, for heck's sake! And that attitude of his... Good gods, don't even talk about it- he was simply insufferable. Not to mention that sky-high ego of his. You didn't hesitate to deem him your rival and enemy the moment you met him, and yet he kept trying to constantly befriend you. How irritating. Not to mention, you were juggling this entire skating thing with your school too. What happens when only one of you two can go to the international rounds of the Championships, and you both are determined to be the one? The tension between you two is higher than ever, but can something more possibly bloom from this simmering heat and rivalry?

a/n- i wrote too much didn't I, I apologise if anything is weird, this is my first time, i completely accept constructive criticism

[lgcmjun]

► NOW LOADING...

LGCU STUDENT PROFILES

NAME: KANG MINJUN

YEAR: SECOND

MAJOR: COMMUNICATION

SUBJECTS RANKING:

INTERPERSONAL COMMUNICATIONS

PEOPLES, CULTURES, ENVIRONMENTS

WRITING FOR MASS MEDIA

PHOTOGRAPHY I

ART OF PROBLEM SOLVING

FACTS:

in this verse, student minjun just complains a lot about everything. communication was never meant to be his major but doing what his parents want (they’re both known journalists in this verse), is the only way he can get what he wants. so he lives a double life being the perfect son for them but a menace to everyone else.

hates sports to the max, but because he surprisingly has some kick-ass writing skills, he’s always hired by the university’s journal to cover most of the sports games that happen on campus. his awful reviews whenever someone loses turned him into a #1 bully target (but people actually think twice when they realize minjun is tall and strong)

he would love to become a dancer and even tried to convince his parents to change his major but his parents threatened to disown him, so after he agreed to never talk about that again, they bought him a new car. but since student minjun is pretty different from family minjun, he befriends people from the dancing department and is often seen training with them, whenever he can.

EXTRAS:

he is a photography enthusiast and captured a lot through his lenses, especially moments he shouldn’t have. no, he’s not a paparazzi nor will he ever use those pictures against people, but he strongly believes people should be more discreet when they’re doing the forbidden.

likes to write BL scripts in his free time and most of his characters are students from lgcu that he gave nicknames. they are always based on the stuff he witnesses on campus and only a few of his closest friends know about it.

is surprisingly popular with girls (and boys) despite being a grumpy old guy in a boy’s body. he won’t say no to fun times, especially if it involves clubbing and dancing (he probably won’t remember you the next morning if he drinks too much)

has a secret crush he won’t ever tell, no matter how some of his friends threaten him. he wishes to invite them to prom but surprisingly he’s insecure about it.

[wooyolvr1117]

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ MY PC DARLING ♡︎ SMAU/WRITTEN

♥︎ masterlist

PAIRING. streamer!Beomgyu x fem!Y/N

GENRE. fluff,crack, strangers to lovers, frenemies to lovers (later on)

WARNINGS. cursing, slight angst, sexual jokes, online hate comments, douchey comments, OOC occasionally, inaccurate time stamps, tweets might be called notes bc of the app I’m using and it’s an easy app so I’m too lazy to change LOL (more to be added as necessary)

SYNOPSIS.

Choi Beomgyu has built his small found fame on streaming his late night ranked League of Legends games with besties Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun. What started as a stream bet of Beomgyu having to put his next Uber eats pick up order under the name ‘Darling’ turned into an ongoing stream bit where he orders under the name Darling and rates how well the lovely workers behind the counter say it. It’s all fun and games and helps keeps his views up until the seemingly quiet barista at the new cafe on the corner makes him wish she’d call him darling every day of his life. Will the rizzless Beomgyu and his 4 lovable pain in his asses help him win over the barista’s heart? ♡︎

TAGLIST 🏷️. @niccoverse @silvsie @koeuh @xiaoting999 @dakota-04 open! Send an ask or reply to the masterlist to join!

PROFILE. 《THE RIZZ MASTERS》

♡︎beomgyu: smaller scale irl and LoL player who’s 50% chaotic , 50% idiot, but 100% lovable when he isn’t being a menace to Yeonjun or causing Soobin to grey early

♡︎soobin: An aspiring model and fashion YouTuber! Currently, he’s been really popping off on social media and spends his time creating fashion content when he isn’t being a father to 4 losers

♡︎yeonjun: TikTok’s number one thirst trap LOL he’s pretty popular on social media as well for his flirty personality, thirsty tiktoks, and kick ass dance videos. Though Yeonjun likes the spotlight, he really just relies on the boys to take care of him emotionally. Like boy just wants his hand held sometimes you know?

♡︎taehyun: A sunshine in the group! Usually can be found hanging out with Kai and Beomgyu if all the boys aren’t together. He’s not a content creator but does occasionally try to stream when he games with the the aforementioned two which has gained him a little Twitter popularity.

♡︎huening kai: Pretty popular plush collector online. He keeps a tumblr blog to document all his new additions as well as cute aesthetic photos he can get. Can also be found gaming with Beomgyu and Taehyun if not just with all the other boys.

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AUTHORS NOTE. (022523)

SORRY THIS IS LATE :,D I wouldve had it out earlier if the mobile app let me add more than 10 pics >:,3 The Cutie Trio profiles coming out soon (hopefully tonight hehe)

[rigel126]

Goliath Prince - Prologue - Defeating the Boar God Calydos

The start of my novel project.

“My Prince Selim, wake up.” Dragonfly’s soft, measured voice nudged his ears. “We have movement.”

Sixteen-year-old Selim groaned and opened his eyes. If he had his way, he would have loved to sleep a little more on Dragonfly’s lap.

But they had a mission entrusted by his father the Damat. It was Selim’s first and he wasn’t going to fail, so he sat up and looked to where Dragonfly was gazing. “Is it the Boar God?”

“I don’t know yet.” Dragonfly was ethnic Elanite and five years older than Selim. His sole amethyst eye was like an eagle’s searching the landscape. Viewed from the left profile, Dragonfly had quite the handsome face. That is, until one saw the other half of his visage that had been badly burned and took away his right eye.

From their vantage point overlooking a glade and a creek, they spied movement from the bushes beyond them. Selim tightened his grip on his halberd, while Dragonfly slowly drew his throwing blades with his left hand. Selim gulped and could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

To his surprise and relief, it was no boar god that emerged, but a sounder of half a dozen little piglets that dug around the dirt with their snouts or dipped them into the water to drink.

Selim sighed and relaxed. “So much for camping all night here, covered in smelly boarhide.”

“We don’t have a choice. We need to hide our human scent or he’ll never appear.” Dragonfly sheathed back his weapons and sat back down.

Selim stood up to his full height of seven feet and stretched his mighty muscles, groaning and yawning as he did so. He shrugged off his boarhide cape. “Well, I’m going to have a closer look at the piglets. They seem really cute!”

“Be careful, my Prince. The mother is surely nearby and will attack if you get too near to her young.”

“That may not be a bad thing. I’m eager to taste wild boar. You know how us Sanjarid are forbidden from eating swine but I’m curious and you won’t tell me what it tastes like.” Selim descended swiftly from the hill and approached the piglets.

Dragonfly shook his head followed in his master’s footsteps, so to speak. “And don’t lose that boarhide!”

There was a loud cracking sound like thunder. Dragonfly shouted, “Watch out!” and charged, ramming full force into Selim so that they both fell over on the dirt and rolled down the hill.

A mighty tree came crashing down to where the young prince and his servant were just moments earlier and started rolling after them.

Dragonfly rolled to his feet and stood to face the approaching tree-trunk, but Selim suddenly leaped in front of him and brought his massive halberd down. The halberd glowed with concentrated magical energy just as it came into contact with the tree-trunk, which shattered into a thousand wooden splinters that showered harmlessly over the two young men.

“You saved my life, my Prince.”

Selim looked over his shoulder and grinned, hefting his halberd proudly. “Just as you saved mine, my Dragonfly.”

Dragonfly stood up straight and called out to the hilltop. “O Boar God, enough games! Show yourself!”

There was a low, echoing growl, followed by a reverberating voice that seemed to make the earth tremble. “Insolent mortals. You dare trespass in my realm?”

A massive marble-white boar the size of a horse appeared, with menacing and massive tusks. Its eyes shone with a bluish flame.

“Only because your people… uh… boars have been attacking our farmland and peasants!” stormed Selim. “If I had it my way, I’d –“

“Prince Selim!” Dragonfly barked in admonishment. He then addressed the boar god. “We come here to parley and seek a peaceful settlement, not to start more conflict. But before we continue, I am Dragonfly, and this is my master Prince Selim Bey-Effendi, grandson of the Padishah Tefvik Han of Sanjar.” Dragonfly bowed at the waist. “We come as envoys of Sanjar to seek an end to raids by the boar tribes on our farmland and trading posts along the forest frontier, O Divine One.”

“I care not of your human rulers and countries. All I know is that you humans have been felling my forest and killing my kind.” The boar god snorted and tossed back its mane.

“Those actions were in defence against wild boar intrusions onto Sanjarid territory, which had not occurred in the last twenty years. We want to know why the boars have moved closer to our lands, why the attacks? More importantly, what it will take to stop this conflict?”

“Useless talk, human. You have enraged the great Calydos and my brethren of the Five Boar Tribes. We will sweep over your land and wipe out every last human to reclaim our forest.”

“Not on my watch you won’t, you stupid old pig!” shouted Selim, flourishing his halberd.

“Impertinent whelp!”

“Enough!” shouted Dragonfly, planting himself between the two. He turned to Calydos the boar god. “If you will only listen to the language of the jungle, Lord Calydos, so be it. I challenge you to a duel. If you win, feel free to continue with your mission. If I win, you will lead us to the Council of the Five Boar Gods. What say you?”

Calydos lifted his head and roared with laughter. “You are bold, one-armed mortal. Audacious, even, to challenge a god. Do you not fear death?”

“My Dragonfly!” Selim grabbed Dragonfly by his crippled shoulder – Selim was the only one allowed to touch Dragonfly in that manner. “You can’t fight that old pig by –“

“Stop calling me an old pig!” raged Calydos.

“- by yourself. He’ll kill you!”

“Stay alert, my Prince,” whispered Dragonfly. “Look at how the boars are moving.”

From the foliage, more and more boars were appearing from all directions.

“They’re trying to corner us.”

“Exactly, and we need to get you out of here quickly.”

“I’m not leaving you, Dragonfly!”

“Selim! You and Erved Pasha will need to lead the army to stop Calydos if he decides to march on Sanjar.” Dragonfly patted Selim’s massive hand on his shoulder before shrugging free. “I’ll be fine.”

To Calydos, Dragonfly shouted and unsheathed the yatagan from his waist. “Calydos! I challenge you to a duel. Victory is called when the opponent yields or die. Do you accept?”

“If you’re so eager to die, then I’m eager for human blood! Come at me, whelp!”

“You don’t need to say that twice!” Dragonfly dug into his feet and shot forward faster than an arrow fired from a bow.

“Dragonfly!” yelled Selim.

There was a loud clang as Dragonfly and Calydos came to blows, sword against tusk. Dragonfly barrelled forward and rolled to his feet, while Calydos crashed into the dirt and slid a distance, two of his four tusks broken by Dragonfly’s attack.

“Do you yield, Calydos?” demanded Dragonfly, pointing his short-sabre at the boar god.

“Damn you, human!” snarled Calydos. “I’ll have you both trampled to death! My warriors!”

The boars perked up their ears.

“Stand down! All of you!” another voice thundered.

The multitude of boars parted and another boar god appeared, this one with a golden pelt and eyes that shone red like rubies.

“L-Lord Erymanthes!” cried out Calydos.

“You have lost the duel, Calydos. Accept your defeat with what little dignity you have left.”

There was a gurgling sound from Calydos before he sank back into the dirt, conceding defeat.

Selim charged up the hill and hugged Dragonfly off his feet. “You did it, my Dragonfly!” Laughing like a child, he twirled them both in circles.

“My Prince, stop.” But even Dragonfly could not stop a smile from appearing on his scarred face.

Eventually Dragonfly managed to coax Selim to put him down and they both paid their respects to the second boar god.

“I am Erymanthes, and my tribe is the largest and strongest among the Council of the Five Boar Gods,” said the golden-pelted boar god. “What business do you have with us, human?”

Selim and Dragonfly smiled in victory and nodded at each other.

“Great Lord Erymanthes, we come as envoys from the Empire of Sanjar…”

End of Chapter

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi hi. May I request for online dating with Ran? Maybe like the first time he went to tinder or something. I can see that he's busy but just imagine he and rindou was bored and they decided to prank people in that dating site. But then he met you 👁️👄👁️

I HAVE A wHoLe story for this one. Might be a little long, but I LOVE IT.

Courtside (Part 1): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1k

tw: NSFW a little

masterlist

song recommendation:

Ran's swiping for the hell of it.

Just swiping to be a menace along with his little brother, maybe catch some girls who are willing to fuck on the first night... nothing serious.

It doesn't help that he's at a basketball game in a box seat, watching the entire thing with minimal interest. He's just here to waste time, like Rindou and the girl who is sitting beside him. She didn't know that she's the fourth girl he's brought to these outings, but Ran imagines if she finds out, she won't care.

Being seen with the Haitani brothers is enough clout to seal your fate for the rest of your life.

It's only at halftime - where they play games with those t-shirt launchers and make the crowd excited enough to come back that he sees you.

Not in person, but on the app.

Your smiling face, pretty lashes, silver poms held at your side as you pose for a professional picture... a cheerleader. The friend in his pants does a full salute, and Ran looks over to his brother to see if he noticed the change in his demeanor. But Rindou is too caught up with the girl at his side, murmuring into her ear and making her giggle while the shot clock buzzes down below.

Swipe Right.

As soon as your picture disappears and is stored in the mountain of likes he's given - and mostly instantly matched with - Ran's violet eyes catch you jogging across the court, looking just like you did in the profile picture.

And now, his whole body is at attention, watching you dance with your teammates on the court, all smiles and excitement. At one point, he even swears that you shake a pom in his direction, flipping your hair to the left and pulsing your chest twice.

"Oh, shit."

Ran stumbles to the bathroom at the end of your little performance, jerking his cock furiously to the thought of your hips rolling over his, your chest pressed against his bare skin, lips moaning his name.

"Ran..."

Ropes of cum find their way into the toilet, his balls desiring a quick release that he never even thought he needed.

And in his post-orgasm haze, he realizes exactly what he wants to do. He has the money for it, the clout, the resources, the connections... All he needs is to find someone who could point him toward the right person so he could get to you.

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"Ladies."

You and your vice-captain walk into the conference room, both of you in your best business outfits. You chose a dress that would show off your legs, and Muna chose a jumpsuit that would show off her curves.

Because somehow... she knew who would be in that meeting with you. But when she said "Haitani", your mind didn't ring any bells. Nothing sounded off for you. All you heard was that they were brothers - not twins - and they'd be adding themselves as a major sponsor of the cheer team. Not the basketball players. The cheer team alone.

You're faced with two unusual men, one looking at you with a small smile, the other staring at Muna's bust with a look on his face that screams 'I want to fuck you'.

Gross.

"I'm Ran Haitani," the one with the lazy smile and short, black and white hair mentions, standing up and extending his hand. "And you must be y/n."

"I am," you affirm, shaking his hand slowly. "And you are..."

"Rindou." The lavender-haired man stands briefly, shaking your hand once and then focusing back on Muna's chest. "Pleasure."

"Ladies, I brought you here because the Haitani brothers are interested in sponsoring the cheer team for the year." You look over at Lewis, and he gives you a wide-eyed expression, expecting you to "ooh" and "ahh" over the offer. But you know better than to give men fake flattery.

You take a seat across from Ran, who seems to have his shit together, and clear your throat.

"How much money are you giving to the team?"

"As much as you want," Ran begins, whipping out his checkbook.

"What do we have to do for this money? Be your personal escorts? Show up at your functions? Parade around with you on the court?"

"Not a damn thing," he whispers, clicking his pen.

"Not a single thing?" You eye the man carefully, and he slides the checkbook across the table to you.

"Courtside seats would be nice," Rindou butts in and Ran slides his eyes toward his brother.

"Sitting with the B list celebs and in semi-comfortable chairs?" Muna adds, looking equally confused. "You'd want to stay in your box, Mr. Haitani."

"Please," he chuckles. "Call me Ran."

Lewis is looking between the two sides of the table in awe, his forehead breaking out in a sweat.

"Ran," you begin sitting back and tearing out a check from his padded book. "How do you get your money?"

"What I do with my time is my business," he replies, chuckling again. "Shall I ask for your sum before you write it in the space?"

"I thought you had money," you begin, scoffing. You write a figure of numbers in the box above the "dollar amount" line, then slide it over to Ran for him to sign. He looks at the sum briefly, then motions for the pen in your hands. You push it across the table, and he grips it in one hand, signing on the line and then handing it to Lewis.

"All of that goes to the girls. None of it should find its way into your pockets, or else we'll be back for the sum. With interest."

When Ran leaves the room with his brother, you can't help but be amused at how flustered he had Lewis in such a short amount of time, and how fast he'd figured you out.

"You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Y/n. How did you get him to sign over this much to the team?" You consider the six-figure sum thoughtfully.

"Ran wants something. He's just being shady and isn't ready to share it. Watch to make sure that check doesn't bounce."

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a/n: yes, there will be a part 2 at some point.

[staysuki]

BABY BLUE LOVE | han jisung fic

“If it’s stupid but works then it’s not stupid!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Code red. I repeat. Code RED.”

pairing: nerd(?)bestfriend!reader x athlete!jisung | friends to lovers

genre: fluff, crack, non-idol au, high school au, summer vibes (even though i’m writing this on september); requested

warnings: none.

word count: 2.8k

synopsis: you’ve been in love with your bestfriend for so long, all it needs is just a little more push— and maybe some blue gatorade.

networks: @ficscafe

mastertag: @geniejunn @leagreenly @90s-belladonna @fuzzylard @loveliebri @chimmybaek7 @todorokiskitten

“you know what i love most in the world?” jisung spoke, his face trained towards the clouds as his serene expression contrasted his ragged breathing, tired from his recent soccer practice.

you shifted to the side to look at his profile, admiring the beauty of your best friend, “what?”

“blue gatorade.” he said with still as much seriousness that made you roll your eyes. the worst part is that you know he wasn’t being sarcastic at all. “i don’t think i’d choose anything over blue gatorade— unless it’s something i have much more love for..”

“gotcha.” you just answered plainly before following his eyes towards the nothingness of the sky, not wanting to entertain his ramblings any further. you didn’t know what he was looking at, but during days like these— crickets filling the lazy afternoon haze— he loved looking at the baby blue sky.

and you loved looking at him while he did.

today was another one of what you’d call your “headache days”— i.e. a hot summer afternoon day where you just want to take a fatass nap but instead you’re stuck at the library doing homework. you stared at the open window beside you, your eyes wandering towards the beating sky. it’s jisung’s favorite kind of day. the kind of day that you hate.

“y/n.” jeongin poked your cheek, making you swat his hand annoyingly. you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice your other friend arrived beside you. yang jeongin, local menace.

“what??” you glared at him, mildly infuriated at his attempt of bothering you.

“it’s time for jisung’s game already, you know.” he raised his eyebrows in surprise, not knowing that you of all people would be late for han jisung’s match. you immediately sat upright, eyes wide in surprise as you looked at him.

“no shit? i don’t even hear the cheers yet!” you said, peeking out the window, though you can’t see the field from here, you were sure that the noise of the crowd would’ve been enough— it’s always been your indication because jisung would already be too busy to send you a text letting you know otherwise.

the fox-like boy rolled his eyes, “duh, because it hasn’t started yet, obvi. the teams are just warming up.”

you scrunched your face at his attitude, though you were already used to him being such a brat. “i’ll poke your eyes out.”

“please. you don’t even have the balls to confess to your crush, let alone commit a felony.”

before you could smack him on the head, he was already out the door, goading you to follow. jeongin knew about your long-time feelings towards your soccer player bestfriend, and he was your number supporter and hater at the same time. always making your life a living hell by teasing you endlessly about it. but you know he comes from a good place, just wanting for you to finally muster up enough courage to chase your own happiness.

you both made your way towards the field and truthfully enough, the teams were already doing stretches, the bleachers already filled with students cheering for the athletes. it was the game to decide whether they’d advance to regionals so everyone was tense, even the self-made banners were extra fancy. you almost snorted as you see some directed for your bestfriend, his face printed on tarps held by fans.

“you would think that some concert is happening and not… some soccer game.” you commented, shielding your eyes from the sun as you followed jeongin to an empty spot in the bleachers. it was a good spot, the bottom step with the most frontline view, you’d wonder how such a spot is empty until you see jeongin hand a few dollar bills to the other students in front, probably paid them to watch the space.

he just shrugged in return at your statement as you both sat down, the spot too close to the field for your comfort, “people go cray cray for sports and sweaty hot guys.”

he has a point.

“who are we going against?” you asked, trying to keep up with the bracket. you weren’t really interested in such things, only really coming to watch for your bestfriend. if it came down to it, you’d rather spend your time hidden away in the library.

“southern high. christopher bang’s team.” he answered, pointing towards said team.

you were immediately able to single out chan from them, your eyebrows raising, “for real?! that guy’s a beast. i don’t even like sports but i know he’s scary good.”

jeongin nodded in agreement, “yeah, he has some rivalry with changbin from class 3-b but changbin has never beaten him once.”

“damn. who even has?”

jeongin side-eyed you with a knowing smile, “han jisung.”

your cheeks heated up at the thought, a swell of pride and love filling your suddenly erratic heart. you tried to look down, hiding your small blush with your hair but jeongin knew what he was doing.

“he’s over there, see?” he clutched you by the cheeks, pointing your head to align your vision to his spot. “hey, han!!”

you see your bestfriend snap his head to your direction as jeongin shouted his name, jisung’s face immediately lit up as he saw you in the crowd, though his eyes lingered a second too long on jeongin’s hands on you and the way you flusteredly slapped him away, your cheeks a bit too red for his liking— your bestfriend not-so-blissfully unaware that the reason your face was mimicking an apple’s shade was all because of him.

nonetheless, you return his wave with a thumbs up of your own, a smile still on his face but now it had a tinge of disappointment that you couldn’t place.

the game started, the heat of the summer and the energy of the game was rushing into everyone’s veins, nobody minding the beads of sweat trickling down their neck as they focused on the game in front of them.

as a buzzer sounded the start of the game, it already started intensely, with chan immediately scoring a goal within the first ten minutes, he was a great athlete, both in brawns and dexterity. you can see the veins in changbin’s forehead slowly popping as he started losing his cool despite how early it is in the game.

your bestfriend, on the other hand, was as cool as ever. he may not be able to match chan in terms of strength, he had his own set of specialties— which is being a slippery charger. he was fast, sly, and cunning on the field, very different from his usual whimsical demeanor off-game. you truly believed that athlete jisung was a different person from your bestfriend jisung. he was more intimidating, less smiley, and more… magnetic. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him despite the fact that you couldn’t see much over the sun blinding your eyes.

everyone was cheering for jisung at this point, even jeongin who was normally just spectating focusedly was shouting along the crowd.

even as the game had ended with your school being on the losing side (much to changbin’s dismay), everyone still had a refreshed smile, all because your bestfriend had showed them a good show, even amazing the enemy team’s own cheer squad with his amazing sense of sportsmanship as he fist bumped chan for the good game.

you stood up, about to urge jeongin to greet him but apparently, everyone had the same idea as they all rushed forward to jisung, a flock of girls with blue gatorades on hand had bumped you down on the grass, making you scrape your knee on the bleachers.

you winced in pain as you crouched on the ground, knee in hand, barely able to see anything in front of you as pairs of legs had shielded your vision from anything else.

“j-jeongin?!” you called for your friend.

“y/n? where are you?” you heard him answer but before you could see him arrive, a pair of hands had already helped you up by the arm.

you see jisung shoo away his supporters as he knelt down to inspect your wound. “just a scratch, it's alright.” your skin tingled at the way he touched your knee so gently, wiping away the blood that had come from the wound with a handkerchief he had on hand.

“we should probably get this disinfected and bandaged in the infirmary. come with me.” he urged, but before he could take a step further, someone had stopped him by the tshirt.

you both looked behind to see a girl from the freshmen department, trying to hand him a blue gatorade, “u-um, i heard everyone say you like this..” her voice was meek and shy as she offered the drink to your bestfriend who just slightly pushed her hand away.

“sorry, i need to go somewhere.” he denied, holding you by the hand to lead you away from the bustling crowd.

“wait, what about jeongin—”

“jeongin this, jeongin that, i’m already helping you, you know.” your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his sudden attitude. the snark not really something you’ve ever seen from him.

“yikes, are you pissed because you lost the game? you usually don’t care about it that much.”

he just shrugged at you in response so you just kept talking, hoping to find out what was wrong.

“you didn’t even accept the gatorade, you never turn away gatorade.” you teased but he just kept quiet until you both arrived at the infirmary, the school nurse out on break so jisung was helping you out instead.

“because i chose something much more important, that’s why.” he said, not looking in your eyes as he focused on your wounded knee.

in that moment, you had remembered your conversation with him. you two laying down on the field of grass staring out into the sky. ‘i would have so much love for something if i choose it over blue gatorade,’ he said.

you waved the thought away, he was probably exaggerating. as much as you loved your bestfriend in every way, you knew he wasn’t the most serious when it came to his words. besides, he may just mean that you’re important in a friendship sort of way.

“you know you could’ve still taken the drink and then helped me, right? it’s not like one or the other, you didn’t need to choose. it’s not like it takes you an hour to accept a gift.” you remarked and he finally looked up at you, his face scrunched up in disbelief.

“really, y/n? i confess to you and that’s your reaction? tsk, you’re lucky you’re cute.” he rolled his eyes but patted your knee, indicating that he was done treating you.

suffice to say, you were speechless. dumbfounded, mouth agape as you just stared back at jisung. a nerd and a star athlete sharing the same feelings for one another. cliche as it may be, you still couldn’t believe that it was something happening at you in this given moment.

with your shocked state, jisung sighed, taking it as a sign of rejection. before you could even say anything, he had already left the infirmary to let you simmer on your own. you slapped your face, immediately regretting not speaking up.

you hear the door open once again and you see jeongin enter, his face frazzled.

“dude, are you okay? i thought you, like, died, i dunno.” he came over, looking at your knee.

“code red. i repeat. code red.” you said flusteredly, shaking him by the shoulders and now it was his turn to get annoyed.

“what the hell y/n, i don’t need to know that you’re on your period!”

you smacked him on his arm, “not that, idiot! jisung told me he likes me! i think— i’m not really sure but he said—”

“let me guess, you didn’t respond.” your mouth dropped and he already knew the answer as he rolled his eyes.

“for someone so smart, you sure are the stupidest person alive.” you scoffed at him but you couldn’t retort, he was right.

“what should i do? should i run to him? do you think it’s too late?”

“bitch? you think he’d lose feelings after ten seconds? the fuck?” he flicked you on the forehead as you stood, but now you had a newfound determination to chase down your bestfriend.

“wait, y/n, before you go, take this.” he handed you a paper bag and you didn’t even need to look inside to know what was in it as jeongin whispered something in your ear. you blushed furiously at his suggestion.

“you want me to say that?! that sounds stupid!” you protested but he just pushed you out the door, cheering you on.

“if it’s stupid but works then it’s not stupid!”

you felt your feet start to run before you could even realize it, no other thing in mind other than han jisung. unfortunately, you didn’t know where he was.

but you knew him more than anyone in the world. so as you slowed on your tracks, you looked up at the fluffy clouds swimming within the sky, you looked at the beautiful view, and your heart knew exactly where he would be.

“hey..” you greeted softly as you saw jisung laying down on the field of grass, staring up once again at the sky. he just hummed in response, not even bothering to look towards you.

you walked towards him, nudging him on his arm with your shoes, he simply turned his head away, not even wanting to look in your direction. you heard your heart crack a little. was he mad at you?

“i could see up your skirt, dumbass.” you blushed furiously in embarrassment as you immediately sat down, reserving your modesty as you positioned yourself beside him. now looking down on his face as he finally faced you once again.

“i got you something.” you started, taking the bottle of blue gatorade from the paper bag (thank the heavens for yang jeongin), placing the cool plastic on his forehead to relieve him.

“i don’t want it.” he pouted, pushing the bottle off.

“what? why? you love blue gatorade.” you question as he just crossed his arms, turning his back on you as he faced away.

“yeah, but you don’t love me.” you hear him mutter. if your heart wasn’t racing so erratically then you probably would’ve laughed out loud because of his tantrum and tease him endlessly about it.

“hey, look at me.” you complained, pulling him by the shoulder. “i got you this because i know you love it—”

he took the bottle begrudgingly as he sat up to take a big gulp, unable to hide his ecstaticness for the drink.

“—and i do too.”

one of his eyebrows quirked up as he handed you the bottle, “you love gatorade too? here.”

you rolled your eyes with a mock scoff, “no, you oaf, that's not what i'm talking about.”

“ha. i knew that.” he said, trying to hide the imminent blush on his cheeks by downing the blue liquid, scratching his neck bashfully afterwards.

you remembered jeongin's words, and with a newfound confidence, you repeated what he had told you, "you chose me over the thing you love the most, and now i'm choosing it for you to have— to show you that i love you just the same."

his mouth dropped, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was still blushing, you would've thought that he was speechless because of how cheesy the line was. you didn't even think it made sense.

“why are you getting shy on me now, weren’t you so forward earlier?” you nudged him, but you shared the same feeling of shyness.

“that’s because i was still coming down from the runner’s high!” he defended and you both burst into laughter.

this was how it’s supposed to be. the two of you comfortable with each other with light banter filling the air. now that you both had admitted your feelings for each other, the air was mixed with a certain sweetness that you’ve never felt before.

“why do you like looking at the sky so much?” you finally asked, joining him on a laying position.

jisung just smiled, “i love baby blue. it’s beautiful, light, and cheers me up.”

you nodded, not sharing the same sentiment but understood it nonetheless.

but with a kiss on your cheek, he added, “it reminds me of you.”

[milkybonya]

calligraphy

order 028, @14-hibiscus : large classic milk tea with grass jelly for pentagon's Wooseok

warnings: Hongseok, ur older brother, is really annoying here T.T (im sorry Hongseok, ily ♡)

summary: y/n falls even more for their brother's best friend after they both enrol in the same college elective

word count: 1k+!

[a/n]: LOOK AT HOW CUTE THE WOOSEOK PHOTO DJEJEJDHJENEJJWJ AHHHH im in love with humph Wooseok still... even 2 years later 😭

the sound of your brother's gaming seeps through the floorboards and up to your bedroom, where you, trying to study for your finals, have had enough. you push back in your chair and trudge downstairs, hands balled into fists after seeing the sight of your brother's back.

"Hongseok!" you shriek.

your brother doesn't even bat an eye, continuing to play his game.

"Hongseok, i'm studying for finals and can't focus, can't you just turn the volume down a bi-"

"see, Wooseok? this is what they're like around me all the time," Hongseok tells the person sitting next to him, whom you actually did not notice until just now.

"but still, Hongseok... i told you we could go to my place to game instead so your sibling won't get distracted..."

Wooseok... so kind with his words. that's why you like him. but you're always too shy to even meet his eyes, so being surprised by his presence makes you shrink against the doorframe.

"no! this is my house, too, so we can play here. we can do what we want!" Hongseok declares.

Hongseok, a menace to society and your older brother.

"okay, lets at least lower the volume and be quiet," Wooseok says, grabbing the remote from Hongseok's hands and lowering the sound right away.

he turns towards you and bows his head in apology with a smile so pretty that you almost faint.

"w-whatever," you stutter, trudging back upstairs.

you shut your bedroom door and lean against it, your heart racing. thank God you only see Wooseok when he comes over, otherwise you'd die from having a fluttering heart every 2 seconds.

you spoke too soon.

-

"y/n? is that you?!" a familiar voice calls out in the lecture hall.

you look around to see where its coming from and your eyes fall on a familiar face: Wooseok.

"Wooseok?!" you exclaim, standing up in shock.

"sit down, i'll join you," he says, walking over.

"you're in this class, too?" you quietly ask him.

he nods.

"you're also in it because it's an easy elective, right?" he asks you.

you nod this time.

both of you laugh, slightly.

"we should study for this class together from time to time, then!" Wooseok suggests, and you nod.

but you just know you'll be too scared to actually take him up on that offer.

once the class begins, your focus turns to the professor... except for a few times where you gaze at Wooseok on your right. his side profile is so pretty, you think to yourself as he looks down to take some notes. his hand leans over and he scribbles something in your notebook, too.

pay attention, y/n.

you immediately turn to the professor, feeling embarrassed that Wooseok caught you staring. he doesn't hate you, right? he doesn't think you're weird, right??

as you keep your eyes glued to either the professor or your notes, it's Wooseok's turn to stare. he glances at you every few seconds without you knowing. i'll memorize their face by the time this lecture is over, Wooseok thinks to himself. they're too beautiful to not look at.

-

"you have class with Wooseok?" Hongseok asks you in the kitchen.

"yeah... who told you that?" you ask back.

"Wooseok."

hearing his name makes you smile like an idiot while you stir the ramen you're making on the stove. you also wonder what else Wooseok has said about you...

"did i say something funny? why are you laughing?" Hongseok asks, putting down the glass of water he'd been drinking.

"no," you respond.

Hongseok shakes his head at you before leaving, and your phone suddenly vibrates on the counter.

Wooseok: hey, i'm coming over to play games with your bro. do u wanna study together for a bit?

you respond immediately with yes, but then you feel instant regret. being in class with him was already hard enough, as it left you a heart-racing, anxious mess. now you'll have to see him? in your own home?? to study???

then you realize, amidst your panic, that he'll be here any minute, so you leave your ramen on the stove and run upstairs to change. when you come back downstairs, you find your ramen is gone.

"Hongseok! did you touch my food?!" you yell, trudging around the house to find him.

when you open the door to his room, you walk straight into someone's chest.

"y/n, are you okay?"

your eyes meet with a concerned Wooseok's, who is holding your pot of ramen while pouting. it's empty.

"my... ramen," you mumble, pointing at the pot.

"oh, this was yours? Hongseok said i could eat it... Hongseok, what the hell?!" Wooseok turns around, yelling at your brother who's sat in his room, clicking away on this pc.

"what?! my sibling's food is mine. it doesn't matter," Hongseok says.

you huff and Wooseok laughs, patting your head. you shrink against his touch, feeling shy, but secretly enjoy the feeling of his large hand against your head.

"don't worry, i'll go make you some more."

you watch in the kitchen as Wooseok makes ramen for you, exactly the way you like it.

"i'm sorry about that, y/n. i thought Hongseok had cooked," Wooseok explains.

"that's okay! Hongseok usually cooks anyway, so it's not your fault," you mumble.

"did you want to eat this first and then study?" Wooseok asks.

you'd forgotten he was here to study!

you nod, yes, and Wooseok removes the pot of ramen from the stove.

"it's done!" he cheers. "i'll let you eat this in peace while i go bother your brother for a bit."

-

after placing your empty ramen pot in the sink, you trudge upstairs to your bedroom to fetch your notes. back in the living room, you sit next to Wooseok on the couch.

"how about the plan be that we work on the assigned work and if we have any questions, just ask each other?" Wooseok suggests.

you agree, and then moments of silence follow as you both immerse yourselves in the work. of course, Hongseok has to ruin things.

he bursts out of his room, complaining that it's too quiet. then, he starts blasting some music and you have to chase him around to get him to stop. meanwhile, Wooseok is laughing his head off.

y/n is the funniest, he scribbles somewhere in your notepad.

as the semester continues, you meet Wooseok before, during, or after class more often. in the library, you study across from him and steal glances, not realizing that he does the same with you. at cafés, you try new drinks every time and share each other's.

"hey... didn't we just kiss?" Wooseok asks you one time after trying your drink, covering his mouth with his hand.

you gently push him away, your heart fluttering and your mouth shaped into a smirk.

"what's that look on your face?!" Wooseok teases, laughing.

on one of these days in a café, you flip through your notepad in search of a key term you had written down, when you finally find Wooseok's message.

y/n is the funniest, it reads.

you quickly turn it around and let Wooseok read it, asking him where it came from.

"but how did you know i wrote it?" he asks, confused.

you point to his handwritten notes.

"the writing is the same!"

"how do you recognize my writing?"

you pause, not sure of how to respond.

"do you love me that much?" Wooseok asks, poking your cheek.

you laugh to stop yourself from screaming right there and then that yes! you love him!!

"i wrote that when Hongseok made me steal your ramen and then he blasted music in the house while we were studying. you chased him around and it was so funny, i died!" Wooseok says, chuckling at the faint memory.

"ahh you're right, i remember that!" you say.

"but y/n, you never told me how you recognized my handwriting."

truthfully, Wooseok left one of his notes at your house before and you kept it, tracing his lettering and smiling at the memory of him jotting those words down as you explained something to him that he didn't understand. because of that, you remember his writing very well.

"uh..."

"i'm only asking 'cause... i know what your writing looks like too. and if you have the same reason as me, then..."

"huh?" you ask, confused as Wooseok trails off.

"watching you study is super hypnotic, y/n. i can't stop... so i've memorized your writing and your face, now."

he carefully, shyly reaches out to boop your nose, hoping it will help relieve the awkward tension.

"i've realized now... it's because i like you, y/n. i can't imagine wanting to spend this much time studying with anyone else," Wooseok explains, smiling at you with those sparkly eyes of his.

you smile back and say, "Wooseok... i feel the same."

"really? truly?? sincerely???"

"yes, you big baby!" you say, reaching up to pat his fluffy hair. he scrunches up his nose at your touch, but doesn't move away.

"well then... is it okay if i... date you ?" Wooseok asks, holding one of your hands in between his.

"no! how dare you!" you joke, laughing.

Wooseok laughs along but pouts, and you clarify that it is definitely okay for you to both date. there's just the problem of telling Hongseok, but that's a problem for later <3

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

————

“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.” 

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”