#KoS Chapter 11

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Aka needs to stop glazing ruby while writing nothing to back it up

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Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

Authors note: unfortunately the taglist is closed! I’m sorry! 😞 typically I update everyday, however the next couple of days I’m posting chapter 1 of Between Takes and still finishing up Forbidden Harmony so it might change to every other day! Thank you all for the love and support this fic has received!! 💜💜

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Chapter 11: Walls Fall Down

After the emotional revelation and the exhaustion of the day's events, Wooyoung had gently but firmly guided you toward the guesthouse despite your weak protests that you were fine.

"You need rest," he'd said, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. "Today was... a lot. Even for someone as strong as you."

Now you found yourself curled up on your couch with Wooyoung's arms wrapped protectively around you, his warmth seeping into your still-shaky frame. Despite your blocker still being in place, his presence provided a comfort you hadn't realized you'd been craving for months—not through scent, but through the undeniable pull you felt toward him.

"I should make you some tea," you murmured against his chest, starting to pull away, but his arms tightened gently around you.

"Absolutely not," he said firmly. "You're not moving from this spot."

As if summoned by the mention of tea, Yeosang appeared from your small kitchen, carrying a steaming mug with the careful precision that marked all his movements. The sight of him performing what was typically Seonghwa's caretaking ritual sent a pang through your chest.

"Chamomile," Yeosang said quietly, setting the mug on the coffee table within your reach. "It should help you relax."

You accepted the tea gratefully, noting how both alphas seemed to be handling you like something fragile and precious. Their protective energy was palpable, their alpha instincts clearly on high alert after the incident at the radio station.

"Thank you," you whispered, taking a sip of the perfectly prepared tea. The warmth spread through you, but it couldn't quite dispel the cold knot of anxiety in your stomach.

Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as if he could somehow transfer his strength to you through the contact. "How are you feeling? Really?"

You considered the question, trying to sort through the tangle of emotions in your chest. "Scared. Relieved. Confused." You paused, then voiced the fear that had been eating at you since you'd left the main house. "Is Seonghwa mad at me?"

Wooyoung's arms tightened around you reflexively. "No, Tulip. He's not mad at you."

"Then why..." You trailed off, not sure how to articulate the hurt you'd felt at his distance, his silence, his refusal to even look at you when you'd needed his comfort most.

"I don't know," Wooyoung admitted, his voice carrying a note of confusion and frustration. "Seonghwa-hyung has been... different since the incident. Frozen, almost. But it's not about you being an omega, I promise you that."

Yeosang settled into the chair across from you, his perceptive eyes studying your face. "Seonghwa processes things differently than the rest of us," he said quietly. "Sometimes he needs time to work through his emotions before he can express them."

"But he looked at me like..." You swallowed hard, the memory of his blank stare still fresh and painful. "Like he didn't know me. Like I was a stranger."

"Hey," Wooyoung said softly, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "Whatever's going on in Seonghwa-hyung's head, it's not rejection. Trust me on that."

---

Back in the main house, the atmosphere was charged with restless alpha energy. Six alphas paced, prowled, and radiated protective fury in a way that made the air itself feel thick and electric.

"I can't sit still," Mingi muttered, running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time. "My alpha is going crazy. She was commanded. Some bastard alpha commanded our—" He cut himself off, but the possessive intent was clear.

"Our omega," Hongjoong finished grimly, not bothering to soften the claim. "And we weren't there to stop it."

San slammed his fist against the wall, his usual gentle demeanor nowhere to be found. "I wanted to tear his throat out. I've never felt anything like that before."

"The protective instincts are stronger than I expected," Jongho admitted quietly, his young face serious with the weight of new understanding. "When I saw her frozen like that, unable to move... it was like every alpha instinct I have screamed at me to eliminate the threat."

Yunho nodded in agreement, his normally cheerful expression dark with lingering fury. "If Hongjoong-hyung hadn't handled it, I think we might have actually killed him."

"Maybe we should have," Mingi growled, earning sharp looks from the others.

"Enough," Hongjoong said firmly, his leader voice cutting through the volatile energy. "What's done is done. The important thing is that she's safe now, and she knows she doesn't have to hide from us anymore."

His gaze fixed on Seonghwa, who had remained silent throughout the entire conversation, sitting motionless in the corner chair with that same frozen expression he'd worn since the incident.

"What I want to know," Hongjoong continued, his voice taking on an edge of disapproval, "is why our eldest member has been acting like he's rejecting her when she needs support the most."

Seonghwa's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond.

"Hyung," San said more gently, "she's been looking for comfort from you specifically. Your silence is hurting her."

Yunho added, his voice carrying a note of anger. "How do you think that makes her feel?"

Finally, Seonghwa's composure cracked slightly. His hands clenched into fists on his thighs, and when he looked up, his eyes held a torment that caught the others off guard.

"You think I don't know that?" he said roughly, his voice raw with suppressed emotion. "You think I don't want to comfort her? To hold her and tell her everything's going to be okay?"

"Then why aren't you?" Hongjoong demanded, his patience clearly at an end.

Seonghwa stood abruptly, his control finally snapping. "Because I failed!" he shouted, the words ripping from his throat like they'd been torn from his very soul. "I failed as an alpha, as a protector. She was commanded right in front of us, and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't protect her."

The room fell silent, the weight of his anguish settling over them like a heavy blanket.

"That's not—" Jongho started to protest, but Seonghwa cut him off.

"It is," he said firmly, his voice breaking slightly. "My job, my instinct, is to protect the pack. To keep her safe. And when it mattered most, I was sitting in a studio giving an interview while some bastard alpha was commanding our omega."

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving five stunned alphas staring after him.

---

You had just started to relax against Wooyoung's warmth when the guesthouse door opened without warning. Seonghwa stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the small space with an intensity that made both you and the other alphas go rigid with attention.

"Out," he said simply, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument.

Wooyoung's arms tightened around you protectively. "Hyung, she needs—"

"Out," Seonghwa repeated, his eyes flashing gold as his alpha nature asserted itself. "Both of you. Now."

Yeosang rose slowly from his chair, clearly reluctant to leave but recognizing the alpha command in Seonghwa's voice. "Seonghwa—"

The look Seonghwa shot him could have melted steel. His eyes blazed fully gold now, every inch of him radiating alpha dominance in a way you'd never seen from the typically gentle, nurturing pack member.

"Don't make me ask again," he said quietly, but the threat was clear.

Wooyoung looked like he wanted to argue, his own protective instincts warring with his respect for pack hierarchy, but ultimately he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and reluctantly unwound his arms from around you.

"We'll be right outside if you need anything," he murmured to you, shooting Seonghwa a warning look that clearly said 'you better not hurt her.'

Once they were gone, the silence in the guesthouse felt deafening. You stood slowly from the couch, your heart hammering against your ribs as you faced the alpha who had been avoiding you all evening.

"Seonghwa, I'm so sorry—" you began, the words tumbling out in a rush of anxiety and guilt.

"Don't," he said sharply, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since the incident. The pain you saw there made your breath catch. "Don't apologize. None of this was your fault."

"But I should have told you all sooner, should have trusted—"

"Should have trusted us?" he interrupted, his carefully maintained composure beginning to crack. "When we failed you so completely? When I failed you?"

He turned away from you, running both hands through his hair in a gesture of frustration you'd never seen from him before. "Do you know what it was like?" he asked, his voice strained. "Sitting in that studio, answering questions about our music, while you were being threatened just meters away?"

"Seonghwa—"

"I could feel it," he continued, his voice growing rougher. "Something was wrong. My alpha was restless, agitated, but I dismissed it as pre-interview nerves. I ignored every instinct telling me to check on you because I was being professional."

He spun back to face you, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "I'm supposed to protect the people I care about. It's who I am, what I do. I take care of everyone—the members, our staff, our family. And when it mattered most, when you needed me most, I failed."

"You didn't know—"

"I should have known!" The words exploded from him with such force that you stepped back instinctively. "I should have sensed the danger. Should have trusted my instincts instead of sitting there talking about chord progressions while some bastard alpha was commanding our—" He caught himself, jaw clenching. "While he was commanding you."

You could see him fighting for control, his alpha nature warring with his carefully maintained composure. "I've spent my whole life learning to read situations, to anticipate problems, to be one step ahead. And the one time it truly mattered, I was completely useless."

"That's not true," you said softly, taking a tentative step toward him. "You couldn't have predicted—"

"Couldn't I?" he asked bitterly. "How many times have we all felt protective of you? How many times have our alphas reacted to your presence in ways we couldn't explain? The signs were there, and I ignored them all because I was trying to be rational, professional."

His hands were shaking now, the facade of calm completely abandoned. "When I saw you frozen like that, unable to speak or move, looking so terrified... something broke inside me. And I realized that all my careful control, all my planning and organizing and taking care of everyone—none of it mattered if I couldn't protect the one person who had become most important to me."

The raw honesty in his confession made your chest ache. "Seonghwa, you're not responsible for what happened."

He looked at you with such pain that it took everything in you not to reach for him. "I've been keeping my distance because I thought it was what you needed. Watching the others be bold and forward while I held back, telling myself I was being considerate. But maybe if I'd been closer, more attentive, I would have noticed something was wrong sooner."

"You were being respectful," you protested. "That's not a flaw."

"It is when it puts you in danger," he said firmly. "It is when my need to appear in control costs me the chance to actually protect what matters most."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with emotion and unspoken feelings. Seonghwa's chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to regain some semblance of his usual composure.

"I can't lose you," he whispered finally, the words barely audible. "I can't fail you again. I won't."

The broken vulnerability in his voice, so at odds with his usual confident demeanor, finally pushed you past your own hesitation. You crossed the remaining distance between you in two quick steps, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

"You didn't fail me," you said firmly, forcing him to meet your eyes. "You saved me. All of you did. And you've been taking care of me every day since I got here, even when you were trying to give me space."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as if the contact was both relief and torment. "I was so scared," he breathed. "When I saw you like that, I understood what the others meant about the connection we all feel. Because the thought of losing you, of something happening to you... it was unbearable."

"I'm here," you whispered. "I'm safe. Because of you, because of all of you."

When his eyes opened again, they blazed with something deeper than regret, deeper than fear. "I can't keep pretending I don't feel it," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "This pull toward you, this need to protect you, to be near you. I tried to be respectful, to give you space, but I can't do it anymore."

Your heart raced as his hands came up to cover yours, still cupping his face. "Then don't," you whispered.

The last of his restraint crumbled at your words. He backed you against the wall, his hands bracing on either side of your head as his body caged you in. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours in a kiss that was desperate, claiming, and filled with all the emotion he'd been holding back.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours as his golden eyes searched your face with an intensity that made your knees weak.

"I was so scared," he whispered, his voice broken and raw. "When that alpha commanded you, when I saw you frozen and helpless, and I couldn't do anything to stop it..." His hands cupped your face with trembling gentleness.

Tears gathered in his golden eyes as he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't look at you because every time I did, all I could see was how terrified you looked when you couldn't move. How I wasn't strong enough, fast enough, alpha enough to prevent it from happening."

"Seonghwa," you breathed, your heart breaking at the pain in his voice. "That wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known—"

"I should have," he interrupted fiercely. His thumb brushed away a tear you didn't realize had fallen.

"Tulip," he whispered, using Wooyoung's nickname for you with such tenderness it made your heart ache. "Let me take care of you. Please."

Before you could respond, he was lifting you effortlessly, carrying you to your bed with the careful reverence usually reserved for something infinitely precious. He laid you down gently, his golden eyes never leaving your face as he settled beside you.

"I've been trying to give you space," he confessed quietly, his fingers tracing along your jawline with feather-light touches. "The others have been so forward, so bold in showing their feelings, and I thought... I thought you might need breathing room. I thought if I stayed back, if I didn't crowd you like they do, it would be better for you."

"I missed you," you admitted softly. "Your comfort, your presence. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

His eyes flashed gold again at your words. "Not want you?" he repeated, his voice rough with emotion. "Tulip, I've wanted you since the moment you walked into our lives. I've wanted to hold you, protect you, care for you in every way an alpha can care for his omega."

The confession hung between you, loaded with meaning and promise. Slowly, reverently, he leaned down to press soft kisses along your collarbone, his lips trailing a path of fire across your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your throat. "So perfect."

His kisses moved lower, along the curve of your shoulder, down your arm, each touch gentle but claiming. When a soft purr escaped your lips—the first omega sound you'd made in their presence—Seonghwa went completely still.

His head snapped up, eyes blazing fully gold as the primal sound hit him like a physical force. The purr seemed to unlock something in him, his alpha nature responding to your omega with an intensity that made the air crackle between you.

For a long moment, he just stared at you, his breathing heavy, his control hanging by a thread. Then, with visible effort, he pulled back slightly shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

“You’ve had a traumatic day, you need rest.” he smiled as he caressed your cheek. 

You sat up to protest, you wanted to continue, wanted him. “No I’m fine-”

Seonghwa cut you off. “Little one you’ve had a traumatic event, you’re vulnerable. I wouldn’t forgive myself. We have plenty of time another day.” 

Seonghwa gathered you close, arms wrapping around you. “You’re safe,” he whispered into your hair, fierce and gentle, “no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here.”

He kept holding you, caressing you, murmuring endless words of praise and soothing comfort—making sure, above all, you knew: you were his, and he would never let you fall.

---

You woke to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window and an empty bed beside you. The lingering warmth on the pillow next to yours was the only evidence that Seonghwa had spent the night holding you, protecting you even in sleep.

Something felt different this morning. Your omega seemed restless, unsettled in a way you couldn't quite identify. There was an energy thrumming beneath your skin, a need that went beyond the usual longing you'd grown accustomed to around the members.

Making your way to the main house, you followed the scent of breakfast to the kitchen, where you found Seonghwa at the stove, his movements efficient and graceful as he prepared what looked like enough food for an army.

He looked up as you entered, his expression softening into that gentle smile you'd missed so desperately. "Good morning, little one. How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in weeks," you admitted, settling at the kitchen table. There was something about watching him cook, about this return to his nurturing routine, that made your omega practically purr with contentment.

"Good," he said with satisfaction, flipping what appeared to be pancakes with practiced ease. "You needed the rest."

Hongjoong appeared in the doorway moments later, already dressed for what you assumed was practice. He approached you directly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek that made warmth spread through your chest.

"You have the day off," he announced, his tone brooking no argument.

"What?" You turned in your chair to face him fully. "No, I can't. We have the showcase preparation, and the interview scheduling needs to be finalized, and—"

"Day. Off," Hongjoong repeated firmly, his leader voice cutting through your protests. "You're recovering from yesterday. Everything else can wait."

You huffed, crossing your arms in a display of annoyance that felt more petulant than professional. "I'm fine. I don't need to be coddled."

The stern look Hongjoong gave you in response made it clear that arguing was futile, but you held your ground anyway, jutting out your lower lip in what you realized was probably a pout.

San chose that moment to wander through the kitchen, clearly having witnessed your small rebellion. He paused behind your chair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Cute," he commented with obvious amusement before continuing on his way, leaving you flustered and even more ruffled.

"See?" Hongjoong said with a knowing smile. "You're definitely staying home today."

As the morning progressed, members filtered through the kitchen, each collecting breakfast and coffee before heading out for their various schedules. Practice, studio time, individual training—everyone seemed to have somewhere to be.

Everyone except Yunho, who settled at the table across from you with his own plate of Seonghwa's pancakes and made no mention of leaving.

"Don't you have practice today?" you asked, though you suspected you already knew the answer.

Yunho's smile was innocent, but his eyes held a knowing glint. "Schedule change. I'm free today."

You gave him a look that clearly said you weren't buying his casual explanation. "And you just happen to be free on the same day I'm forced to take off?"

"Funny how that works out," he agreed cheerfully, not bothering to deny the obvious babysitting assignment.

Despite your protests about not needing to be watched, you found yourself oddly comforted by Yunho's presence. Your omega was definitely acting strangely today, and having an alpha nearby seemed to soothe whatever restless energy was building beneath your skin.

Still, as you sat in the peaceful kitchen with Seonghwa cooking and Yunho keeping you company, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing. Your body felt different, your instincts more attuned, as if yesterday's revelation had awakened something in your omega nature that had been dormant while you maintained your careful disguise.

Whatever was happening, you had a feeling this forced day off was going to be more eventful than anyone anticipated.

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Sukuna

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“He’s King Sukuna to you.” You end up correcting Kyoko as Sukuna stares wide eyed. It takes a lot to leave him speechless, but she’s somehow managed to do it. She said nothing, and he’s shocked.

“Oh, is that so?” She smirks, making a frown come to your face. You haven’t let the title get to your head, but with her it does. Lately the mere mention of her name gets under your skin, and you can’t even explain it. “Is that how he’ll treat the mot–”

“Silence!” Sukuna finally yells, scaring you half to death. “Uraume, take Kyoko away, I’ll deal with her later.”

The woman protests as Uraume follows orders, but they fall on deaf ears. You’re focused on Sukuna, trying to study the expression on his face. A woman that said nothing upset him to the verge of silence.

“What happe–” Then it hits you. This is the same Sukuna that noticed your pregnancy by just looking at you. You’re about to bite your tongue, but you can’t. His mood has definitely changed, and you can’t ignore it. You ask, “Is she pregnant?”

He’s glaring at you. You feel your stomach churn as you wait for an answer, but his silence solidifies your thoughts. He ends up patting the top of your head before shaking his head, “She’s not.”

“Then why–” You begin, but he cuts you off before you can finish your question. He isn’t in the mood to explain to you. 

“Hina, take her to Yuuji!” He yells, and in less than a minute, you’re taken away. Sure, this is what you wanted in the beginning but you didn’t want it to happen because of this. You didn’t want him to take you to Yuuji to avoid explaining the situation.

“Hina, do you know what’s going on?” You ask her, though you know the answer. He denies it, but you’re sure that you’re right.

“No idea, my queen.” She answers, and you know she lies through her teeth. Everyone already knows what’s happening except you. You try to look back, trying to see if you find Kyoko, but you know she won’t. Everyone is trained enough to hide her from you.

“Is she pregnant?” You ask her, hoping that Hina will tell you the truth. You’ve spent enough time with each other to get her loyalty, you can only hope that she won’t lie to you.

“No, she isn’t pregnant.”

Sukuna, who usually breathes down your neck, is nowhere to be seen. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire pregnancy. A moment of peace without having to worry about Sukuna… But it’s not satisfying under these conditions.

You can’t even focus on your precious Yuuji as he tries to eat your finger, you’re too busy wondering what’s happening. Deep down you know what’s going on, even if everyone denies it.

A new question pops into your mind: What will Sukuna do with you? You’re no longer the only woman that carries his child. 

This isn’t what Sukuna wanted. If he had wanted Kyoko to carry his child in the first place, you wouldn’t be in this situation. But perhaps he’s changed his mind… No, if he did he wouldn’t have that reaction.

“Yuuji, no.” You barely notice how Yuuji is chewing on your finger. Your poor baby begins to cry the moment you take your finger out of his mouth, making you pout. You begin to bounce him, hoping to calm him down. “What is up with you lately? You’re so fussy.”

“My queen.” Hina walks into your room without any prior announcement. You expect her to give you news of Sukuna, so she immediately has all of your attention. It’s fair to say you’re bummed out when you watch her walk in with food.

“I’m not hungry.” You respond as she sets the tray of food in front of you. You know that she’ll report back to Sukuna about your refusal to eat, and that’s exactly what you want. You want to see him. “Tell Sukuna I want to speak with him.”

“My queen, King Sukuna is busy–” She begins, but you push the tray away. You won’t eat until he’s in front of you.

“I’m busy as well.” You tell her, softly smiling at her. “Yuuji’s fussy, I can’t calm him down while I eat.”

“The twins need to eat as well, my queen.” Hina argues, and you shake your head.

“The twins eat more than enough. If Sukuna wants me to eat more, then he can come over here and force it down my throat.” You respond as you begin to bounce the baby in your arms. His crying gets louder by the second.

“My queen, please–” Hina gets on her knees to beg but you turn your head. You act like a spoiled brat, but you know it’s the only way you’ll get his attention.

“Hina, follow my orders!” You end up raising your voice, something that you hate doing but you don’t want to keep the back and forth. “Get something for Yuuji, his teeth are coming in.” 

“Of course.” She answers as she gets off the floor. She walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts again– And Yuuji’s little cries, but you’re able to drown the sound out.

A part of you wishes to be wrong, but his reaction tells you all. You can’t control it, but you wouldn’t be too happy if that’s the case. You can’t really explain it, you just wouldn’t like it.

“It’s okay, Yuuji.” You coo at the baby, hoping that it’ll do something. He’s in pain, he doesn’t need shushing, he needs a solution.

“Why are you acting like a brat?!” A yell makes Yuuji’s crying worse, and you let out a sigh. Perhaps you should’ve waited for a different time to defy his wishes.

“Hina!” You yell, waiting for the woman to come over and take the baby from you before you speak to Sukuna. Once the baby is out of the room, you engage with him. “What do you mean, Sukuna?”

He kneels down and grabs the tray of food. You might not want to eat, but he’ll make sure you do. He grabs a spoonful of food and brings it up to your lips, a task that isn’t so easy when you refuse to open your mouth.

You turn your head before asking, “What is going on?”

“Nothing is going on.” He answers, moving the spoon to your lips once again. Your lips are still sealed shut, making a defeated sigh leave his lips. “What is it with you women? You want me away so I go away, but now you’re not happy with that. You want Yuuji, so I give you Yuuji, but now he’s–”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Sukuna. I know she’s preg–” You begin, only for Sukuna to take that opportunity to shove the spoon in your mouth. You’re forced to chew, tempted to spit the food at him.

“Nobody’s pregnant but you.” He reassures you, but you know he’s lying to your face. You cross your arms, glaring at him before ultimately looking away. “Don’t you believe me?”

“No.” Your answer makes him roll his eyes. You’re wise to not believe him. “What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to do nothing with you.” His response makes a frown come to your face. You aren’t all that trusting of him, with good reason. He manages to get you to open your mouth for another spoonful of food before he continues speaking, “You’re my wife and I told you to get pregnant.”

“What are you going to do with her then?” You ask when you swallow, and he clicks his tongue. He doesn’t know himself.

“What do you want me to do?” He replies, and you feel your stomach churn. You look back at him with uncertainty. “I’ll listen.”

“I don’t know…” You answer. A part of you wants to leave her alone, the part of you that has empathy… But you don’t know what it is. The longer you spend time with Sukuna, the darker your thoughts become. The other part of you wants him to get rid of her.

“She won’t carry my seed regardless, I didn’t tell her to get pregnant.” He ends up saying, and you give him a subtle nod. You want to bring up the possibility of the baby not being his own, but the woman is far too devoted to go to someone else. 

“How will you… do that?” You ask him, and Sukuna remains silent. The details aren’t something that you have to know. 

“I gave you your answers, will you finish eating?” He hands you the food, and you grab it. He stands up to leave but your voice stops him.

“Why did you choose me?” You question. A dumb question because you know what his response will be.

Complete and utter silence. 

He stays still, looking down at you. He liked your innocence. He liked the possibility of turning you as depraved as him– And he’s slowly seeing hints of himself in you, but that’s not the attraction anymore. He can’t even explain it anymore, he’s simply attracted to you. He likes you in a way that he’s never liked anyone before.

Instead of answering, he changes the topic. You’d usually be upset, but this is in your best interest.

“Why don’t I let you see your family again?” 

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CT:OS Update #9 - Planned release schedule

Hey everyone!

I have some hopefully good news!

I’m finally wrapping up the new content for CT:OS that I’d hoped to include in the next release, and will be able to send it off to beta-testers in ~2 days time. We’re really close to an update!

Release dates:

Early-release of the update to ko-fi/patreon supporters: 28 Mar

General/Public release: 11 Apr

Here’s the content you can expect in this new chapter (contains approx. +51k words)* Caveats on wordcount:

Features:

Fall festival (mini-car trip to a nearby town: hang out with your hallmates, feast on doughnuts and pies and apple cider, kiss in a corn maze with G) 🍂

Experience the fall-out and consequences of your Halloween Hookup (if you’d done something with Felix…) this got a lot lengthier than I thought (and very branchy) 🥀

Gear up for the National Doubles Tournament with your doubles partner 👯

Ride in the bus up to University of Philadelphia and play the first two rounds of the tournament, and bump into a certain redhead who’s now more foe than friend (technically, anyway). 🎾

Spend your first night in the hotel room (pre-match shenanigans with one particular character, for the brave and the lucky…) 🛏️

Then, depending on how fast I write, I’ll aim to release the next bit featuring the later part of the tournament as soon as I can, which will feature:

The third-round match

Quarter-final

Heart-felt convo in the hotel room at night leading up to the semis / finals the next day…

Semi-final, where you either play against Sam or someone else (depending on the category you’re competing in & MC/Sam’s gender).

As always, thank you for your patience (I’m sorry I dropped off the face of the earth a little in Feb, I had a bunch of personal things that needed my time.)

Hope you guys enjoy this release!

[matchatarot]

Do you wonder what are your most coveted qualities, Bunny? To pick a pile don’t overthink it; choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. Please keep in mind that this reading is based on people’s idealized perception of you, it’s most likely not an accurate representation of how you see yourself. You could be surprised by how much people romanticize you! Only take what resonates.

Love, Matcha ♡

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Pile 1 ₊˚.༄

People envy the beauty and softness you exude, they wish they could look this dreamy. When you’re out and about minding your own business, people look at you in the corner of their eye. Often, people in public are thinking about approaching you and shooting their shot with you, but most are too scared to disrupt your peace. Strangers sometimes even talk about you, how pretty and enticing you seem. People envy how effortlessly feminine you are. They admire how innocent you seem, but at the same time, they sense that you’ve been through a lot, and they envy how you went through life’s hardships while still remaining graceful. People esteem how you’re able to admit your flaws and how you’re willing to start over if necessary. They perceive you now as having all the qualities you need to access success. They envy your style, your accessories, and your clothes. People around you see you as having access to a lot of wealth and luxury. Your entourage envies how much people care about you and are loyal to you. They are so jealous of the fact that life seems to always rejuvenate for you, and you get to live exciting experiences without even seeming to try hard.

rose quartz, howlite, 333, 13, 11:11

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Pile 2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

People are jealous of how comfortable you are with yourself. They envy how independent you are. Even if you would rather do things by yourself, you still ask for help if needed. Your entourage admires this level of maturity. People envy how much others are willing to help you. Your peers are jealous of how much people are jealous of you! They know that if you knew this, you would think it’s weird. They also know that you’re not scared to cut people off, so they hope you never learn that. People are jealous of how high your standards are; they know you don’t let just anyone into your life. You can defend yourself, and you will put people in their place if they attack you. People also envy how you party and have fun; they wish they were able to party like you. They envy how many suitors you have or think you have and that you don’t even seem to look their way. They envy how much others want to spend time with you and be in your energy. A lot of people who have seen you naked are jealous of the way your body looks. If you have blonde hair, they’re jealous of how good it looks or how blue your eyes are. If you don’t have those features, people think you are conventionally attractive.

pyrite, amethyst, palo santo, 222, 444

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Pile 3 ‧₊˚♡

People envy how creative and authentic you are. You seem to have the key to success! They see you advance through life with confidence, showing your true authentic self but also willing to sacrifice the parts of yourself that don’t fit in your next chapter. People would like to be part of your journey so that you could educate them and mentor them on theirs. They admire how you cherish your past relationships and how you wear your wounds with pride. They see that your past made you who you are, that it made you this beautiful. They’re jealous of how you don’t care what people think. You don’t even care if they gossip about you or judge you because you would never let them control your life. They envy how you don’t let anyone other than yourself dictate your life decisions. They also wish they could pull off bold makeup or extravagant looks. They think that on them, it seems ridiculous, but you just wear it effortlessly. They’re jealous of your femme fatale look. People envy how much others are attracted to you and flirt with you. They envy how others confide in you; they would like to know all of the information you have on others. A lot of people would like to take your place in the social hierarchy.

clear quartz, citrine, 555, swan, dove

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[bosbas]

Lost in Translation: C. Bridgerton Masterlist

pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader status: ongoing

It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

Family Tree (sort of) Chapter 1 - if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing Chapter 2 - I didn't have it in myself to go with grace Chapter 3 - they say looks can kill and I might try Chapter 4 - all they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride Chapter 5 - I fear I have fallen from grace Chapter 6 - in a world of boys he's a gentleman Chapter 7 - something gave you the nerve to touch my hand Chapter 8 - this is falling in love in the cruelest way Chapter 9 - I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost Chapter 10 - even my daddy just loves him Chapter 11 - tell me I've got it wrong somehow Chapter 12 - I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed Chapter 13 - I thought we had no chance Chapter 14 - honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy Epilogue - coming soon...

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The Imperfect Couple - Series Masterlist

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19 - End

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[stromuprisahat]

Isn’t the status of Grisha much worse after TGT. How are the Righteous Gang claiming to be victors/heroes who made others lives better. From my pov, grisha are much worse off while the otkazatsya are in status quo. Also what was wrong with the grisha coming to LP to live. From the books, it seems that none of them had any connection to their parents/relatives. If so that can also mean that their family did not care enough to reach out to them after they left.

Or did the Darkling ban all communications.

I’m sure the Righteous Gang think that all the cons of their dumb decisions are in fact the Darklings fault. You know because he did this or he did that. They do bot think for a single moment that he was the only one doing anything for them. While the soldat sol (shouldn’t they have been doing some charity work in name of their Saint?) and all other grisha did not lift a single finger to elevate the position of grisha in Ravka through ANY means.

Ironically, the Gang's decision to abolish Grisha draft should serve to further alienate Ravkan commoners and destabilize Nikolai's reign.

"... His serfs will get a taste of money and education and start thinking about building lives and businesses of their own instead of praying for their master’s patronage. ... "

King of Scars- Chapter 11

Nikolai had abolished the practice of separating Grisha from their parents. There was no mandatory draft to pull children from their homes.

Rule of Wolves- Chapter 9

The fact they aren't able to offer protection to any Grisha in Ravka, therefore hardly to children scattered all over the country, AND there's no system of home education, therefore these children might either hurt someone by accident or suffer from wasting sickness, aside...

This should be a gigantic legal issue.

(Although there's plenty of questions regarding servitude in general.)

Pre-KoS Grisha automatically became serfs. Their families were compensated financially.

Let's say Grisha are no longer required to move to Little Palace, otherwise everything stays the same. Are there lists of Grisha serfs to keep track of them? And how do they serve? Why should a family that keeps the amount of pairs of working hands get any money? Does it mean that a family of free- albeit poor- peasants, suddenly include a child serf with obligations of their own? Do these "free-range" serfs get personal assignments? That sounds like a whole lot of extra bureaucracy.

The other option is much more disasterous. If Grisha are no longer serfs, there's no reason to pay their families. They should be recorded the same way other free Ravkans are, and these records don't seem to be particularly meticulous:

Another [Ravkan Grisha] had been hidden in a root cellar when the Grisha Examiners arrived to test her. “My mother told them I’d been killed by the fever that had swept through our village the previous spring,” the Tidemaker said. “The neighbors cut my hair and passed me off as their dead otkazat’sya son until I was old enough to leave.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 7

A year here, a year there... who'll know if the missing Grisha moved away, died or got kidnapped? But don't worry, the worst is yet to come- otkazat'sya (serfs). Why are Grisha freed as soon as three of theirs start whispering their advices into young King's ear (One of them rumoured to be his mistress to boot!), while common Ravkans keep bending their backs under nobility's jeweled slippers!

This is a starving, war-torn country, through which a wave of pogroms swept only a few years back! The hatred won't disappear only because a dead Saint allegedly appointed three of Grisha to what exactly? Represent? Or rule in the puppet-King's stead?

Sure, Nikolai's (strange, innovatory) reforms lead to more food for the poor... BUT- serfs are still property of their owners, unlike Grisha. West was somehow forced to remain with the East- feeding them, losing money to them. Nobles lost some privilages and whoever's not a complete baffoon will figure out they're losing power. Church should be pissed, because their leader got deposed, religious cult with Crown-appointed head took over and Nikolai cut their incomes too! Anyone even slightly distrustful towards Grisha- and that means all through Ravkan social strata- has every reason to believe they are running the country, which no longer means one black boogeyman, but a Suli whore with the King-killer.

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Members of Second Army weren't discouraged from staying in touch with their families, quite contrary. To make it more... well, to make it more KoS-ish, we get some specific data from Zoya:

She’d written every week to her aunt and every week received a long, newsy letter back with drawings of chickens in the corners and tales of the interesting traders who came through Novokribirsk.

King of Scars- Chapter 25

Ivan doesn't mention his family in present time, but I'd like to imagine he used to visit his widowed, almost childless mother until she died of old age.

_____

The only reason all those barely adult Grisha are even theoretically allowed to be teenagers, is that they're safe enough, thanks to Aleksander's work.

He was thirteen, but he’d had a hundred names, a new one for every town, camp, and city ... He would have lived next door to a garbage gully if it meant a roof over his head, hot meals, waking up in the same room every morning without his heart hammering as he tried to remember where he was. ... Grisha living in camps and broken-down mines, hiding out in tunnels. ... No safe place. No haven. There will be, he promised in the darkness, new words written upon his heart. I will make one.

Demon in the Wood

If Grisha are faring better at the beginning of Shadow and Bone, it's his doing:

... though it was smaller than the Grand Palace, the “Little” Palace was still huge. It rose from the trees surrounding it like something carved from an enchanted forest, a cluster of dark wood walls and golden domes. As we drew closer, I saw that every inch of it was covered in intricate carvings of birds and flowers, twisting vines, and magical beasts. ... We passed door after door, until finally we reached a chamber where another uniformed maid stood waiting by an open doorway. Dimly, I registered a large room, heavy golden curtains, a fire burning in a beautifully tiled grate, but all I really cared about was the huge canopied bed. “Can I get you anything? Something to eat?” asked the woman.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 5

While I can "excuse" some of the "heroes"- victim of otkazat'sya brainwashing institution, unloved privilaged kid with saviour complex, bigoted religious fanatics due to questionable parenting, universal punching bag... LB's new best girl's somehow coming out of it as the worst one.

Just the fact Zoya was saved by the very law she didn't mind abolishing, going from starving asset of her own mother to well-fed, respected soldier, who knows what do sable and silks look like... what a horrible life to lead! Such deterioration! If only the Darkling didn't bother trying, she'd be free to scrape along as she pleases!

Centuries worth of Aleksander's efforts are the reason Zoya gets to whine about her suicidal aunt instead of being maritally raped by some ancient creep, or outright dead after getting pregnant way too young.

[minimomoe]

Love Bites Masterlist

You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia/yakuza au)

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice

Chapter Two: Chimayo Chai

Chapter Three: Mint Chocolate Chip

Chapter Four: Apple Cider

Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

Chapter Six: Warm Water

Chapter Seven: Eggnog

Chapter Eight: Sparkling Juice

Chapter Nine: Mint Chocolate Chip Pt. 2

Chapter Ten: Yes

*Bonus!!*

*nsfw

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Smoke Eater || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style - Podcast Version!

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

Bonus One-Shots:

Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

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Serendipity Now that you and Dean are married, you begin to live out the next phase of your dream. However, reality has to check in some time.

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[jungkoode]

UNMANAGEABLE

-ˏˋ a story about trust issues, career warfare & hating the one person you must trust ˊˎ-

"He burns through managers like readers through new books. You fix unfixable cases, scandals. Your partnership is a corporate bomb soon to detonate.”

—or unstoppable force meets unmovable object.

ૢ✧˚ · . quick links ✧˚ · . ૢ

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read author intro and TWs (MUST)

ૢ✧˚ · . synopsis ✧˚ · . ૢ

When HALYX Entertainment makes you Jeon Jungkook's new handler, everyone starts a secret countdown to your resignation. Korea's most brilliant actor has destroyed every manager before you—cold, calculated, and completely unmanageable. Between his trust issues and your pride, this professional arrangement is a corporate death spiral waiting to happen.

But there's something almost addictive about hating someone who sees right through you.

✧ details ✧

main ship: jungkook × f!reader side ships: hani × jihoon and TBD genre: enemies to lovers, corporate warfare, EXTREMELY slow burn (and as usual this is kiki’s work, so = 300k words in no romantic feelings yet, please spare yourself the suffering if you can’t stand agonizing slow pacing), psychological tension rating: explicit (18+ only) chapters: - status: upcoming

ૢ✧˚ · . chapter guide ✧˚ · . ૢ

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➵ #snippet 1

volume one: liability & asset management

➵ #01 | ➵ #02 | ➵ #03 | ➵ #04 | ➵ #05 | ➵ #06 | ➵ #07 | ➵ #08 | ➵ #09 | ➵ #10 | ➵ #11 | ➵ #12 | ➵ #13 | ➵ #14 |

lost files

AGENCY INTEL ➵ personnel profiles ➵ halyx handbook ➵ damage reports

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS ➵ press conference fallout ➵ the busan incident ➵ missing schedule notes ➵ hallway standoff ➵ after-hours negotiation ➵ two a.m. damage control

PERSONAL RECORDS ➵ what he won't say ➵ what she won't admit ➵ voice messages ➵ contract margins ➵ three-day silence ➵ after the award show

Key:

Regular titles: current chapters

[WIP]: chapters currently being written

Strikethrough: scheduled for future release

Read order: chronological recommended

✧ content includes ✧

♡ explicit themes ♡ psychological depth (duh, it’s Kiki’s work) ♡ trust deficits and career sabotage ♡ reputation management ♡ destructive coping mechanisms ♡ enemies enemying for basically the whole book ♡ bdsm dynamics

ૢ✧˚ · . extras ✧˚ · . ૢ

✧ playlists:

unmanageable - official soundtrack

songs tab plays in her office after hours

✧ my UM-related art: sketches ✧ pinterest: aesthetics & visuals ✧ moodboards: characters | dynamics ✧ floor plans:

halyx headquarters

jungkook's penthouse

tab's apartment

✧ tidbits/headcanons: here ✧ lyrics: tag with #unmanageablelyrics

✧ disclaimer ✧

please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes.

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[justastraymoa]

Written Fics

Unwilling Alpha

A/B/O fic with Y/n as A and Stray Kids as their O's

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation panic attack description.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Teaser | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Writers Block Spoiler | Chapter 18 | ANNOUNCEMENT | THANK YOU | Chapter 19 | Omega Group Chat Bonus | Chapter 20 (finale) | BONUS JYP Text Chat

A/b/o dynamics and world building ish things

Male pregnancy

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Yet Unnamed

Soulmark fic

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Teaser | Ch 1. | Ch 2. | Ch 3. | Ch 4. | Ch 5. | Ch 6. | Ch 7. | Ch 8. | Ch 9. | Ch 10. | Ch 11. | Ch 12. | Ch 13. | Ch 14. | Ch 15

Something to be Soft for

A/B/O fic OT8 x Y/n. Alpha Chan. Betas Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han. Omegas Y/n, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N.

Ch 1. | Ch 2. | Ch 3. | Ch 4. | Ch 5. | Ch 6. | Ch 7. | Ch 8. (Final)

Random Shorts

BangChan vs A Really Bad Day (with texts)

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there will be an extra 6 or more pages to wrap this chapter!

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲

Story Masterlist

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Heavy Angst, Attempted Murder, Murder, Smut, Eventual Fluff and Romance

Summary: In order to not live on the streets with your daughter, you're forced into an arranged marriage with a complete stranger. Your husband also has a son, and you try to treat the baby the way you wish you were treated. You try to keep peace in the house but for some reason your husband can't stand you.

He hates you for accepting the proposal, even though like him, you had no option but to agree.

How can two human beings live in the same house when they can't stand each other?

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi - Bluesky

[Chapter 1] Marriage Proposal

[Chapter 2] Lunch

[Chapter 3] Visit

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10]

[Chapter 11]

[Chapter 12]

[Chapter 13]

[Chapter 14]

[Chapter 15]

[Chapter 16]

[Chapter 17]

[Chapter 18]

[Chapter 19]

[Chapter 20]

[Chapter 21]

[Chapter 22]

[Chapter 23]

[Chapter 24]

[Chapter 25]

[Chapter 26]

[Chapter 27]

[Chapter 28]

[Chapter 29]

[Chapter 30]

[Chapter 31]

[Chapter 32]

[Chapter 33]

[Chapter 34]

[Chapter 35]

[intothefrisson]

🌊 Dormiveglia Master Post

Rating: T (SFW)

(CW: drowning, blood, feelings of depression and helplessness, existential dread)

Updates: Biweekly on Tuesdays (PST) (Sometimes Weekly) (Unless stated otherwise)

Timeline: Written Post S2, Pre-Yingdu Chapter/S3

🌊 Pages:

Pages 1-2 Pages 3-4 Pages 5-7 Pages 8-9 Pages 10-11 Pages 12-13 Page ??? Pages 14-15 Pages 16-17 Pages 18-19 Pages 20-21 Pages 22-23 Pages 24-25 Pages 26-27 Pages 28-29 Pages 30-34 Pages 35-36 Pages 37-38 Pages 39-40 Pages 41-42 Pages 43-44 Pages 45-46 Pages 47-48 Pages 49-50 Pages 51-52 Pages 53-54 Pages 55-56 Pages 57-58 Pages 59-60 Pages 61-63 Pages 64-65 Pages 66-67 Pages 68-69 Pages 70-73 Epilogue

Finished!

Length: 76 Pages

🌊 Short Sci-fi Stories referenced:

Ray Bradbury's "A Sound of Thunder" 1952 Edward Page Mitchell's "The Clock That Went Backward" 1881 Robert F. Young's "The Dandelion Girl" 1961

🌊 Full Illustrated Pieces

New Cover Back Cover Can't you weather the storm you've wrought? Are we falling...or flying? Underneath a blue sky, we yearn. Sinking, Sinking... Desire or D̴̟͖̙̲̗̮͈̹̞̬͉͎͎̋̚͝ͅẹ̶̖̬̣̎̆̉̐ś̶̛͉͙̜̮̲̯͉͙͎͇͖̪̩̻̩̋̅̅͌̽p̴̧̢̬̳̗̝͕͎͔͍̳͗͛̒̓̄ͅͅa̸̜̮͐̒͐̉̀͆͐͐̒ȋ̷̢͙̬̜͙̹͎̅̅̅̾̅r̸̮͕̠̗͘? Proof Fever Stricken "I'll be Devoted to you for the rest of my life regardless of fate, I'll rewrite the rules of this world to say your name," "So stay for an eternity if you want, if you need, the world can go on without us. And when the world eventually ends, only we will remain." And betwixt the tides of sleep and wake, I will find you, again and again.

🌊Music Playlist

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You can listen to it here on this youtube playlist!

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[just-a-creep-babe]

What Makes You Tick - Chapter 11

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

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Divider by @plum98

His hand is warm and calloused as it wraps around your own.

One firm shake, and then the game begins with his initial question.

“So, you gonna tell me—t-tell me your name?”

There’s a strange kind of emptiness in your palm after he pulls away, which you suppress by folding your arms over your chest.

It’s too late to back down now, you think.

“(Y/n),” you eventually answer. “My name’s (y/n).”

“(Y/n)…” he hums your name with a tilt of his head, and something of an amused smile plays in the golden light of his eye.

The sound of your name on his tongue, for some reason you don’t quite understand, has your hands growing sweaty.

“And what about—what about your last name?” he asks.

You stiffen, something of a defensive huff escaping you.

A first name is one thing, but a last name?

You dread thinking about what he could find—not only about you, but about your friends and loved ones as well—with that kind of knowledge. You don’t even want to think about what someone like him—or, worse, someone like Masky or Hoodie—could do with your personal information.

You wonder if agreeing to play this game might’ve been a mistake.

“Why do you want to know my last name?”

It’s the only response you can think of that might deter him from insisting. And yet, it doesn’t throw him off in the slightest.

He answers with a simple shrug.

“That’s just the—t—the nature of the game. We can stop playing, if you’d like—“

He trails off quietly, like he’s offering a way out.

But then a glint of mischief sparks in his eye as he adds, “But then you—click—you won’t get any of the answers you’re so—s-so desperate for~”

You toy with your lip between your teeth.

You could lie, you think—it’s not like anything’s forcing you to be honest. But then you’d have to think of a convincing last name, and you’d have to sell it. Not to mention, there’s a chance he already knows the answer anyway, and this is just some weird kind of test.

You eye him cautiously as you think things through.

He cracks his neck and whistles that same note again, then hums out an expectant, “Well…”

You don’t know why, but lying just doesn’t feel right. You tell yourself it’s because you’re afraid of what might happen if he discovers the truth—and certainly not because of that fluttering tightness in your chest whenever he looks at you a certain way.

You answer him honestly.

Again, he repeats your last name, like he’s testing it out.

You wonder if you’ve made a horrible mistake, placing that kind of trust in him.

“Alright,” he clicks his tongue, and there’s this look on his face like he’s proud of himself. “Your turn.”

He nods to the path ahead, like a cue to keep walking as you talk—like this whole thing is just a fun way to get to know one another. Like the answers aren't a matter of life-or-death for you.

Either way, you're grateful for the distraction of the walk.

Your previous question weighs on your tongue as you maneuver through the overgrown terrain. You think of the different ways you could phrase it, but none of them sound right.

Admittedly, you’re getting cold feet.

So, instead, you throw his questions back at him.

“What’s your name?” you ask, then specify. “What’s your real, full name?”

“Tobias Erin Rogers,” he answers without missing a beat, and then immediately jumps to his next turn. “How much did you really—r-really know about your neighbour?”

The mere mention of her brings you right back. The memory of her final blood-curdling scream rings in your head, and it’s like you’re suddenly back at your apartment, the adrenaline thick in your veins and the promise of death stiff in the air.

You blink, and the soft-spoken guy next to you is covered in blood, wielding two gut-stained hatchets and leering at you like you’re next.

You nearly stumble back in terror. But then you blink again, and Toby’s no longer covered in blood, and his two hatchets are nowhere in sight. That soft, curious look in his eye is still visible as he patiently waits for your answer.

It’s hard to believe he’s the same person.

You repress a shiver.

“I don’t know anything,” you admit, turning your gaze away from him. “I always avoided her because she creeped me out. I—I didn’t—I couldn’t have ever guessed she was involved in… in whatever it is she was involved in…”

He whistles that single note again, almost like something of a confirmation, and then the silence that follows tells you it’s your turn to ask a question again.

Are you going to kill me? How much time do I have left? Why am I still alive? What’s the point of all of this? How many people have you killed? Do I have a chance at escaping?

You purse your lips, wondering if you should ask your most pressing question of all: Can I trust you?

None of them feel like the right thing to ask.

Toby cracks his neck, and without properly thinking things through, you blurt out the next best thing that comes to mind.

“Why are you always doing that?”

“Hm?”

He turns to look at you questioningly, and a specific kind of warmth spreads to your cheeks.

“I mean—I mean like the tics. It’s—it’s a disorder or something, right? I think I’ve heard about it once or twice, but I don’t really know much about it. Is it… was it something you were born with?”

A smile returns in his visible eye, and your heart misses a beat at the sight. You ignore whatever the reaction might mean.

“Oh, my Tourette’s,” he answers, then returns his gaze to the path ahead. “Yeah, it’s basically something I was born with…”

He looks at you again.

“You really don’t know that much about it?”

You shake your head, suddenly noticing those flecks of green in the pit of his eye again.

He seems to mull something over in his head, quietly lost in thought for a few moments, and you wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Some tics come and go—and some days are—are better—are better than others.”

He jerks his shoulder and flinches.

“But I guess—I guess I won the—the genetic fucking lottery, because my Tourette’s is just scr-—is just s-scraping the surface of what’s—what’s wrong with me,” he snorts something of a bitter laugh.

You don’t know if you should push him further for answers—if it might be something he’d rather not talk about—but you figure, fuck it, when’s the next time you’ll get the chance to ask him these kinds of thing?

“Like… you have other disorders?” you tentatively push.

He looks at you again, and there’s this hardness in his visible eye like his mind had wandered somewhere dark. But then he almost immediately softens when he meets your gaze once more.

“Mmh,” he hums in confirmation.

You expect him to elaborate, but he counters with his next question.

“Have you been getting dreams?”

You freeze.

You’d been too distracted with the game to notice how deep into the forest he’d led you. But something about this particular question has you snapping your attention back to your surroundings.

The canopy of trees hangs lower, thicker, with deep green leaves clasping together and preventing any hints of sunlight from breaching through.

It’s darker, quieter in this part of the woods, like life doesn’t flourish as freely as it does in the other areas.

Goosebumps prick at your skin, accompanied by the acute feeling of being watched.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs, but the motion’s too casual, too nonchalant.

“I mean—I mean whatever you might think I mean.”

You shake your head. “Why are you always so cryptic? Can’t you at least answer me fully and honestly, since we’re playing a game based on truthful answers?”

He smiles again, you can tell by the way the visible part of his cheek lifts up, but there’s a residual darkness in his eyes as he does so.

You don’t feel so safe around him anymore.

“Just… tell me about your most recent dream, then.”

You carefully try to gauge him.

Without the rays of sunlight peaking through the trees, he looks… ominous among the darkness of the forest.

You don’t want to blink and see him soaked in blood again, so you quickly look away. You want to get this question over with as quickly as possible.

“Spiders,” you answer. “I think my most recent dream has been about spiders. Or… maybe there was only one big spider, but… I can’t really remember.”

You trail off, inadvertently remembering your last few nights. None of which were pleasant, to say the least.

You suppress another shiver, and try to steer your attention away from that feeling of being watched beyond the tree line.

A beat of silence passes, though Toby’s gaze lingers on you, like he's the one gauging you now.

“Your turn,” he eventually answers.

“…What’s the point of all of this?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” he laughs.

And, just like that, the sound of his laughter somewhat lightens the paranoia that'd started creeping in. You're grateful for it.

“What’s… what’s the point of abducting me? Why bring me to the hotel? Why bring me here? Why ask me about my neighbour, about my dreams?”

You shake your head, thinking about the million and one questions you have for him, before finally returning to your initial question. “What… what’s the point of any of this?”

He hums, his sight darting up like he’s considering his answer.

“There are… a lot of different things at play,” he finally admits. “…The point of all of it… as strange as it—as it sounds… is… is a notebook…”

This isn’t the first time he’s mentioned a notebook.

You recall that one night at the hotel. You remember peering up at him through the darkness, feeling his weight on top of you, his hands circling your wrists, holding you down.

You remember that gut-wrenching fear and dread that'd filled your system again.

You avoid looking at him, as though it could ease the memory of the blood staining his clothes.

When you don’t say anything, he continues.

“There’s… there’s a lot that even I—e-even I don’t really know… or understand about—about all of this… But, I just... I know there's a notebook. And it's somehow important."

You swallow thickly.

“What’s… what’s in the notebook? Why is it so important?”

He shrugs. “That’s one of the things I don’t—“ he interrupts himself with a whistle, “—don’t really know.”

You shake your head. “Well… well that doesn’t make any sense. How do you even know you need a notebook? Who’s… who’s making you do all of this?”

He hums, his sight drifting to the woods around you.

You don’t like this part of the forest, you think, apprehensively. You’d rather be back at the cabin.

“It’s… something you—you’ll come to—you’ll—you’ll—you’ll understand… sooner or—or later…”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not a good enough answer. Tell me.”

He makes a popping sound, then clicks his tongue.

“I can’t,” he admits with a shake of his head that has his bangs falling over the flicked-up lens of his goggles. “Not right now, anyway.”

“Why not?” you insist. “Why can’t you tell me anything?”

“Because it—because it might put you in more danger than necessary right now.”

“How?”

“21.”

“What?”

You look at him, and he meets your gaze again, with that mischievous light glinting in his eye again.

“That was your last question.”

You stop in your tracks.

“What do you mean? All I asked was your name, what the point of all this is, and the notebook. And—and your disorder. I’m only at, like, maybe four or five questions at most.”

He hums with another shake of his head.

“You’ve asked a lot more than that. You seem to have a habit of asking multiple questions at once, (y/n)~”

It takes a second for what he’s saying to click.

“That’s not fair!” you snap, once you realize what he’s getting at. “You never told me you were counting every single question like that. Those—those don’t count!”

He shrugs. “Well, you didn’t—didn’t—you didn’t specify. So if I’m—if I’m not mistaken, you’ve reached 21. And I should have… 15 left?”

Rightful indignation floods your system.

“That’s not fair,” you repeat, “You—you just tricked me!”

The amusement persisting in his gaze pisses you off.

“You seem to—to think a lot of things aren’t fair, (y/n).”

“Because they’re not!” you insist. “None of this makes sense—and none of it’s fair! Why can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“Because you’re all out of questions~”

You clench your fists at your sides, your nails biting into your palms. That warmth of that piercing anger fills your chest again—just like the one that'd pushed you to slap him.

You try to convince yourself that doing it again wouldn't be worth it.

Toby hums, like your obvious anger amuses him.

“You could've—y-you could've played your cards better, (y/n). Don't blame me; you've—you've only yourself to blame.”

When he notices the way your jaw hardens as you grit your teeth, he snickers.

He's trying to get a rise out of you.

If you weren't so upset, you'd almost feel betrayed.

"All of this is your fault," you remind him. "You're the one who swooped into my life and fucked it all up."

He hums again.

"So you're going to play the victim card, then? Is that going to make you feel better about not asking the right questions at the right time?"

You hate him, you think. Screw his pretty eyes and soft voice. You loathe him—and everything he’s put you through. It’s all his fault.

“C’mon, (y/n)—“ he urges, “You gonna accept responsibility for fucking up? Or are you just gonna keep blaming everyone else for everything that's ever gone wrong in your life?”

He’s asking for it.

It's the last thought that finally prompts you to aim your fist right into his dumb, stupid mouthguard.

But he’s too fast.

He sidesteps your attack before you can land your hit, and whiffing into the air next to him just frustrates you even more.

He chuckles. “That all you got? Surely, you can do better~”

You grit your teeth, another burst of anger flaring in your chest.

You lunge for him again, this time aiming to knock his stupid goggles off, but he dodges like he saw it coming a mile away.

“That’s it?” he snickers, “C’mon, you’re starting to disappoint me~”

You aim your next hit at his chest, hoping to knock the air from his lungs to make him shut the fuck up, and when he dodges yet again, you try to kick his legs out. But he jumps back at the last second, and your own momentum throws you off-balance.

He snickers out another taunt as you stumble.

Over and over again, you attempt to hit him. But he must be used to fighting, because he keeps reading your moves, and you can’t land a single hit.

Every time you inevitably miss, he coos out a few more words that burn fuel to your fire.

Your heart’s pounding, the adrenaline molten in your veins. With every missed hit, you hiss in frustration at his taunts and force yourself to keep trying.

You’ll hit him if it’s the last thing you do.

When the tips of your fingers just barely graze the fabric of his hoody, you know you can’t let the opportunity slip you by.

With as much strength as you can muster, you grab him, and then you’re both wrestling for control over one another.

Seizing your chance, you kick his leg out—successfully so, this time—but you don't expect him to drag you down with him. You stumble and trip over him, becoming a tangled mess of limbs entwined with his body.

You're not letting him win this.

You throw your legs over him, and then use a burst of strength to push him to his back and pin him down with your weight.

You expect him to fight you off. You expect him to curse you out and try to dominate you, try to force you back into submission.

You don’t expect him to stop fighting completely.

Instead, he stays pinned beneath you, and there's this look of pride in his visible eye—like he’s happy you managed to tackle him down.

Silence washes over the sparse distance between you, filled with nothing but the sounds of your laboured breaths and heaving chests.

A different kind of tension seems to thicken the air between you.

“Fuck you.”

It’s the only thing you’ve left to say.

You want it to sting. You want it to convey all of the anger and injustice you’ve endured throughout these past few days. You want to sound frustrated and annoyed and unmistakably threatening.

But your words are low and quiet, and murmured between laboured pants—and they sound way more sexually charged than you’d meant them to.

If he notices the shift in atmosphere, he doesn’t show it.

Instead, in an instant, he jerks his hips up, throwing you off balance, and then he’s the one on top of you, pinning you down in a repeated set of motions you’ve experienced on more than one occasion, by this point.

You don’t bother trying to fight him off; you’re spent.

“What do you want from me?” you pant.

“A lot of things, (y/n),” he answers, and though he’s also panting, he doesn’t sound nearly as out of breath as you do, which only serves to humiliate you further.

“I want a lot of things out of you,” he reiterates.

The pit of your stomach clenches.

What’s wrong with you—why are you reacting like this?

“Most of all,” he breathes, “I want you t-to trust me right now.”

It’s absurd.

This whole situation is so ridiculously absurd that it has you laughing.

“And how…” you pant bitterly, “how the fuck am I supposed to trust you?”

You don’t mention the fact that you basically did trust him a few moments ago. Before he started pissing you off.

“You’re supposed to trust me… because I’m all you have."

And as a show of good faith, his grip loosens on your wrists.

You have half a mind to slap him.

“Prove I can trust you,” you insist. “Tell me what’s happening.”

He sighs, like he knows you won’t let up. Like he knows he owes you after taunting you like that, if he wants to regain your trust.

“There’s,” he hesitates, “there are a lot of things… that—that—that aren’t… what they—what they seem.”

A cold wind picks up as he speaks, and the leaves around you shiver, like the trees are listening.

“I… I’d tell you more, if I—if I could,” he finally huffs. And he seems to hesitate again, like he’s deciding what to say.

Eventually, without explaining himself further, he clicks his tongue, shakes his head, and pushes off of you to stand.

“You don’t have to understand why,” he finally claims. “But it’s—it’s in your—in your best interest t-t-t—click—to—to trust me right now.”

He offers his hand to help you up.

You look at his offer, then up to his masked face.

You should've learned your lesson by now, you think. You should know not to shake hands with devils anymore; nothing good could possibly come from doing so.

And yet, another part of you knows there's truth to his words; he’s all you have right now.

Maybe you should at least pretend to trust him, for the time being.

When you eventually accept, placing your hand in his, he helps pull you back up to your feet.

“We’re heading out in two days,” he says, once he knows you’ve accepted his unspoken offer. “I recommend you—you take the time to rest and recover as—as much as possible.”

You open your mouth to speak, to ask more questions, but then decide against it.

His final warning on the subject has you stiffening.

“You’ll-you'll need the energy for—for what’s coming…”