#Screen Free Coding classes

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We at Code Right aspire to instill the 21st century skills of Programming and Computational Thinking within the young minds through our fun and intriguing curriculum. Children will be introduced to another fascinating dimension of technology empowering them to become the ‘architects‘ of the digital era.

Programming has become an essential skill for grown-ups and children alike. Coding is a creative process to instruct a computer on how to perform a task. Coding for kids at early as age 5 helps kids refine their design, logic, and problem-solving abilities. At Code Right, coding for kids is a typical unplugged gamified coding activity class with an edge of drag and drop platforms.

Coding for kids at early as age 5 helps kids refine their design, logic, and problem-solving abilities. At Code Right, coding for kids is a typical unplugged gamified coding activity class with an edge of drag and drop platforms.

[ghostbasin]

— JUST A LITTLE FURTHER.

Kevin Khatchadourian x Reader. Kevin loves to push you, to see how far you'll follow him. 2.1k words. Warnings: Questionable morality, psychological manipulation, NSFW actions implied/mentioned vaguely, minor violence, Kevin-typical hostility. Reader gender: Female. 🦇 Please feel free to submit requests! 🦇

Notes: I probably could have turned this into a full fic, but I was just in the mood to jot down some ideas. Might turn this into a fic later if there's interest!

For all intents and purposes, you'd always been a good girl. It's not like you didn't enjoy the general debauchery people your age got into every once and again, but you never did anything outright heinous.

For Kevin, his interest in you began as a very... clinical ordeal.

He craved you because of what you were when he met you — mostly innocent, very malleable, but not someone who was a snitch, or inauthentic, or dumb, God forbid. You were something he could work with. Something he could turn into a toy, one of his very own.

And with that, it started small.

It's not like he wanted you to commit murder or something. He was tip-tapping away at his keyboard, working on his latest "prank" for Eva — nothing unfixable, but an inconvenience to her computer no doubt.

"And if you press this button," he says, finger hovering over the return key, "her shit will be so fried for a solid day." You couldn't help but notice the sound of his voice, the closest he ever came to happiness — a dull tone of haphazard amusement.

"Why even bother," you ask, "it's just going to piss her off for that 'solid day' and then you'll do it again."

"It's fun," is all he replies.

Kevin gestures to his keyboard expectingly, as if to say, "go on, do it." You wait for him to elaborate before he asks, slight aggression on his tongue, "Are you pressing it or not?"

"Why the hell would I do that? I don't love your mom, but I don't hate her."

But as always, he wears you down. It's fun. It's temporary. It's not that bad, Y/N, get over yourself. After a few moments of back and forth, you hover your finger over the return key as he commanded, and before you can change your mind, he slaps your hand down onto the key and you feel strange as code rolls across the screen, working its "magic," if you can call it that.

"See? That wasn't so hard." It's the closest you'd get in terms of encouragement or pride from Kevin.

The next few days, Kevin leaves you alone. You didn't beat yourself up about inconveniencing Eva for very long, knowing Kevin would eventually give into her bickering and reverse whatever nonsense he caused. Meanwhile, Kevin dissected you like a bug in his mind, tapping your glass enclosure and wondering what would make you squirm.

You thought it was a one-off, just another thing Kevin wanted to do just to prove to himself he could. Oh, how wrong you were.

A week after, Eva comes home early from work, to see you and Kevin on the couch. Celia had begged and pleaded for you to watch one of her favorite movies with her, and of course Kevin couldn't leave you to yourself, even around his little sister. His sister, who you considered to be a sister to you, too.

Eva walks in and immediately says, "Celie, can you go upstairs for a few minutes? I need to talk to Kevin in private." Celia, naturally, complains a bit, but gives in, always eager to make others happy.

The second Celia's door is closed, she begins. You can't quite follow what she's talking about, as if she started in the middle of a story. Apparently, the school called her about a brutal fight, where one kid needed stitches, and Kevin was the only kid in class unaccounted for at that time.

"And?" Kevin asks, his voice bored and his eyes fixated on the neon colors on the paused TV. The dots connected in your head at last — what the hell had Kevin done?

The mostly one-sided back and forth between Kevin and Eva continued as anxiety wound itself tightly in your stomach, wondering why Kevin looked unscathed and what he was thinking.

"Well, Mummer, I'd love to take responsibility for the ass-kicking that guy got, but I wasn't at school at all today," he says. You look at him incredulously.

Eva asks where he'd been, then, if not at school—he was reckless at times, but a generally good student—and the words that came from his mouth would've sent you into a coma three years ago.

"Are you sure you want to know?" followed by Eva's nod, followed by, "I was too busy fucking Y/N's brains out to be beating up a classmate, Mumsy."

The dead shock on your face mirrors Eva's, and all you can think is, there's actually no way on God's green Earth he said that.

And Eva asks you, if you had in fact, "been in bed" with Kevin. He shoots you a glance that says, "you have one chance and one chance only," so you nod and say, "Yes, Mrs. K., I was." You hope the anxiety and shock in your voice passes for embarrassment, and later that evening try to give Kevin a "talking to," only for him to ignore you.

At the end of your tirade, if you could call it that—if anything it was a half-hearted attempt at trying to gain some respect from Kevin—he asks if you're quite done, kisses you, and pats you on the head like some dog of his.

Kevin takes you out to the backyard the next day. He says to you that you're going to learn to shoot, and it's clear this isn't a choice you have. He arms you with his bow and arrow, steers your arms in the right direction, and for hours you practice shooting at his target. Thankfully, you're a fast learner.

This becomes your little routine. Kevin pisses you off, you try to change things, he placates you with a kiss or a few extra moments in bed when you wake up before he leaves you deserted in his mess of blankets to go brush his teeth, and then he helps you practice after straightening up whatever minimal chaos had been caused in his room.

It only takes a few weeks for you to be a good shot. Far from as good at it as Kevin, but good enough. You could hit the target, and not poorly on a good day.

Later, after a practice session, you sit on Kevin's bed. The tiny twin bed was hardly big enough for one of you, much less two, but you sat cross-legged on his comforter as he remained fixated on the screen in front of him.

"Kev, we should do something," you suggest. His eye flickers to you for a second—didn't he say not to call him "Kev"—and back to his screen.

"Bored?" he asks. You hadn't known Kevin for years by any means, but you knew him for long enough to understand that the taunting way he asked meant you had done something, and he was going to take advantage of it.

Kevin stands up from his desk, the worn computer chair completing its circular revolution from the motion of him standing as he walks over to you. You look curiously at him, expectant.

"Get up," he demands — not an ask, but a command. You know better than to spend too long wondering what for, and stand up off the bed. You and him, face to face, eye to eye now.

Kevin doesn't speak at first. He watches you, the way you shift from foot to foot. He never did understand why people couldn't just stand still, and he grabs you to hold you into place. You jump.

He smirks. Did you really think he was going to hurt you? You can't play with a broken toy. His hands drop to his sides, but the expression doesn't leave his face.

"What would you do if you had to protect someone you love?"

The question is abrupt, confusing. What did that have to do with anything? So you tell him, you'd protect them. You love your family, your pets, your friends — and you'd protect them to the best of your abilities. You'd even go as far as to say that you'd protect his family if you had to.

"To the best of your abilities?" he taunts, something dark in his eyes. "What, there's a limit?" He steps closer, leans in. His nose comes millimeters from brushing your cheek and he whispers to you, "Would you kill for someone you love? Would you die for them?"

It feels like a threat. It feels like a warning, and so you say, "Kevin, you're scaring me." He smiles, sickeningly.

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N," he replies. If it were anyone else, and any other question, you might have found something attractive about the situation.

Without anything else to do, you nod. Yes, you would kill or die for someone you love. Of course. It's the right thing to say — isn't it?

"That's a good girl," he says, leaning in to kiss you. Your fingers feel cold, but you kiss him back and feel a little warmer. You forget about this, filing it away in your brain as "odd shit Kevin does for attention."

That is, until several weeks later.

You had no idea how Celia had gotten there. Kevin takes you to the backyard to practice, and Celia is somehow halfway up a tree, sitting on a branch. She could climb just fine, and she watched you practice in the backyard from time to time, but she was sitting there and collecting leaves from a branch way higher than you'd ever seen her climb — not too far to get down, but definitely an injury-worthy fall.

By now, Kevin had brought out one of his older bows so you could practice simultaneously. You keep an eye on Celia as you shoot, occasionally glancing up to ensure she's still firmly planted on the tree and not trying to get down on her own.

You had shot about four or five arrows at the target, all pretty clean shots, before you realized Kevin had stopped. All you could hear was your own breathing and Celia's humming as she happily played with the tree leaves.

You look at Kevin, and see him staring at his sister, arrow in one hand and bow to his side in the other.

"Are you okay?" You ask him. He would never answer questions like that, but you would ask anyway.

"You'd kill for someone you love, die for them," he says. It's not a question this time. And a feeling washes over you, one that says run! run!, but you stay put. He continues, "We'll see how honest you were being."

"Kev, wha-," you start, but he interrupts you. "You, or her," he says.

"What?" You shout in a hushed voice, trying to avoid stirring concern in Celia. What the fuck was he doing?

"It's time to pick. Are you willing to die — for her?" Kevin asks, the venom, the disdain clearer in his voice than ever.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, your voice dead serious. You realized what this was now. As he loaded the arrow and pulled back the bowstring, you realized — he was hellbent on firing at one of you, you or innocent, unsuspecting Celia.

Celia was as good as your sister. She had no where to run, and before your mind could catch up to your voice, you say, "Me."

Kevin was never going to kill either of you, he never planned on it. What good is a broken toy, he reminds himself. And so when he pulls back his bowstring and releases it, he of course aims just shy of hitting you.

But what Kevin didn't expect was that you weren't going to die for Celia, but you would kill for her if you had to. By the time he processed what was going on, you'd fired an arrow his way, too.

You missed. The one time you were ready to be fully, irrevocably on the mark, bullseye, you missed. But Kevin drops his bow and says, "You weren't lying," smug as ever. It shocked him that you would actually fire at him, but he wouldn't let you know that.

"You're one fucked up son of a bitch," you said, dropping your bow, speed walking inside, and then out the front door to head back to your house. He didn't see you cry as you walked down the street, and he didn't follow you.

It wasn't the end of your relationship with Kevin, far from it. As much as you wanted to stay away, he pulled you back in — and it went without saying that neither of you would breathe a word about that day.

What you didn't know when you left his house, however, is that that day was the beginning of your unraveling.

[echantedtoon]

A Bug In The System

You purchase an old game console from your Uncle Litwack after it goes haywire as your new pet project. Everything seems to be working well, however unbeknownst to you there's a bug in the system.

(Got this idea partially from watching console restoration videos on YouTube.)

You weren't sure what about this game cabinet was bothering you. 

Maybe it was the randomly flashing screen you still couldn't explain? Or the changes in code that you found and was so sure you never programmed in. Or maybe it was the strange mutterings you thought you heard the game characters say even though you were sure they weren't programmed to say. You weren't sure. But whenever you played the game or tried going it, it seemed as if everything was running smoothly. 

So perhaps it was nothing but you hearing things. You had been pretty stressed out with college work and staying up most nights as you studied programming and computer science.  So it was probably the lack of sleep combined with weird hallucinations from said lack of sleep. However it was strange it only started after you had started working on this game console. 

It was a Saturday morning.

Your day had started off with a sunny morning and a good meal. You had no classes or anything else you had to get done with that day so you made up your mind to visit someone you hadn't seen or heard from in a while. Your Uncle Litwak. His arcade was only a few miles away from the college and where you were currently living, so why not visit your favorite uncle in your entire family?  You arrived at the arcade a bit later than you intended on with the traffic but luckily there was plenty of parking space for you to just pull up and park your hand me down truck.

The sunlight was warm as you happily walked across the concrete and right up to the doors leading into the arcade. It looked exactly the same the last time you visited a few months ago minus a new game console against the fair wall called 'Twilight's Bain' and looked to be a run and gun style game. Maybe you'd try it out while you were here.

Mustn't have been too busy today as there was only around five or six kids around the place playing games and a few adults you assumed were the parents standing around watching or playing on their phones. 

"Uncle Litwak?," you called out walking past the noises of dancing beats, chase scene music, and the groans of zombies dying inside the digital screens of the game consoles. F/c orbs blinking looking around for any signs of the familiar older man. "Uncle Litwak!"

Maybe he was in the back office? You made your way past the other consoles including one of  the newer ones that was called Heroes Duty. That's where most of the shooting noises were coming from as two boys were both blasting away at the screen shooting fake robot bugs. Passing a few other games and turning a corner, you finally saw the person you were looking for. 

Facing away from you with a phone to his ear was your uncle. He took looked no different than the day you last saw him. Wearing that famous black and white striped shirt, and the pack around his waist wear he was always sure to keep any spare quarters for quick refunds or to exchange for dollar bills handed to him in exchange for the kids to fuel the games. He was slightly leaned over, one hand on his hip as a sigh escaped his lips.

"So you can't make it today?," he asked and the faint sounds of someone's voice coming from the phone answered back although it was too muffled and low volume to tell what the person on the other side was saying. "Oh..I see. Well when are you getting it fixed?" Another pause before your Uncle Litwak hummed. "Alrighty then. Have your boys call me back as soon as you get a free date will ya? Good. Thanks, Harvey. Drop by with the grandkids sometime. It's always fun to see them running around here. Hehe. I'll talk to you later. Alright. Take care."

He must've been too into the call to hear your approaching footsteps or the distant sounds of the arcade muffled your approach so he had no idea you were standing right behind him as he hung up. That is until you cleared your throat causing him to turn to you. He blinked a few times catching him off guard before a wife smile graced his face.

"Hey, hey!," he immediately greeted opening up his arms and turning to fully face you. "Well if it isn't my favorite college gal!"

"Hey, Uncle Litwak!," you greeted going to return the open hug he gave you. It lasted a few minutes with him patting you on the back before you both pulled away. "How are you? I haven't seen you since Mom's birthday party."

He made a 'psh' sound waving a hand off. "Well you know how it is. Some days are a lot slower than others, but it's been okay. Why are you here, Sweetie?" He gestured as he went to start walking. "Shouldn't you be up there studying for...What is it again? Electronics?"

You chuckled going to start walking next to him. "Programming and computer science. And no. I didn't have anything to do today so I figured it'd be nice to visit you. Maybe we can get lunch or something?" 

He seemed to brighten up at the good news. "Honey, that's the best news I had all day."

All day? Your brow rose in curiosity. "Did something happen?'

Again he sighed and a hand reached up to scratch his head. "Well I've been having a bit of a problem with my usual pick up guy."

"What happened?"

"Well my usual salvage guy was supposed to be here this morning to pick up Sugar Rush, but their truck broke down and I'm going to have to wait until they get it fixed," he explained as you both passed the whack-a-mole game, "I guess I can just ask someone to look online for a different local salvage company or I can wheel it out near the dumpsters."

"Sugar Rush?" Your brows furrowed in thought as the name definitely rang a bell. Wasn't that game the racing game that was candy land themed? You vaguely remembered playing it two or three times over the years, but you weren't too familiar with it. "Ya mean that racing game that looks like Willy Wonka made it?"

He huffed a chuckle. "That's one way to put it I guess." But he nodded. "Yeah. Two days ago the darned thing broke and unfortunately it'd cost me more to fix it than to pay someone else to haul it outta here."

"Uh huh..." You hummed it thought. "How'd it break?"

"Apparently the game went coco like your great Nana and someone broke the steering wheel thingamajig on it. I don't know what to do with it now except to wheel it over to the corner until they're able to pick it up I suppose."

"Hey, Uncle Litwak. What if I take it?"

That got him to stop walking and turn to you in question. "You want to what now, Sweetie?"

You smiled at him. "I can take it if you don't want it anymore." You offered to his surprise. "I'm working really hard to study programming so I can use it as a practice project! Maybe I can even get it fixed for you!"

He hummed rubbing at his head again. "Well...I guess it would save me the trouble of getting it outta here and it'd just be taking up space, but are you sure you'd want to do that?"

You nodded. "I'd love to take it!"

...He smiled. "Well alright. If you want it that bad it's yours."

You beamed. "Thanks, Uncle Litwak! Lemme buy you some lunch to make up for it! My treat!"

"Sweetie, that's an offer I can't refuse."

With some help you managed to get the old game loaded up and strapped safely into your truck and hauled it all the way home after your visit was over. Your neighbors were nice enough to help you unload it and carry it back to your apartment where you were fully able to get a good look at it. 

It wasn't in too bad shape. Of course there was the destroyed steering wheel and when you plugged it in, the screen was a bit glitchy but otherwise everything seemed to be ok. The easiest part to fix was the steering wheel. You ended up finding a new steering wheel for two hundred dollars on ebay and ended up purchasing it. Was it expensive? Yes. Did you want to fix the console? Also yes. It took a whole week of waiting before you got a friend of yours, who fixed computers and other devices as a side gig, to reattach the new steering wheel and clean up a little bit of the outside.

If you didn't know it was old, you'd say it was brand new. However the hardest part of the fix up was the internal touch ups as you called it. Taking a careful sweep through inside, showed no damage to any of the wires or motherboard. That was good. It was a little dusty but nothing a soft duster cloth couldn't fix. All that was left was checking on the code.

So when you hooked it up to your laptop, you were surprised to see so much missing. Specifically a lot of the codes for NPCs and game racers.

Now that was certainly strange. Why wasn't there any coding for one of the most important aspects of the game? Sure it was just a simple racing arcade game but it didn't make sense to not include that. No wonder the game wasn't working. Your poor uncle must've been scammed and sold a cheap knockoff or something. 

Well other than the missing characters, there didn't seem to be anything else wrong with the coding at all. This was a perfect opportunity to practice coding in some characters of your own! But first thing's first. You'd run a virus scan on it just to be sure everything was working ok. 

THAT was the first time something strange happened.

It was a routine virus scan being performed on the console. You've done it before. So when suddenly the consoles screen glitched out and your laptop quickly shut down to the blue screen of death in the middle of said scan, you were shocked. 

That hadn't happened before.

A few taps of your keyboard did nothing. In order to get it to stop you had to unplug your laptop from the console which... instantly fixed it and got rid of the blue screen which surprised you. There must've been something wrong with the system. So you unplugged it, replugged it, and got the game to reset. 

Everything seemed to work ok after that. 

You tried the virus scan again and this time it worked. Detecting nothing. Weird but you guessed that the game console being older than your laptop would have a bit of trouble adjusting to the laptop at first.

That wasn't the only strange thing however. Programming in characters in your free time between classes and other obligations was pretty simple and fun. Really the hardest parts was looking online for the normal character models from the original game and getting their exact details and voice lines in. Thank gosh for internet connections. 

The strange thing was when you were trying to code in that princess character. Vanellope Von something or other. You were trying to get it as close to the original game as possible. You got maybe most of the coding for her model done when all of a sudden your laptop blue screened again.

"What the-!?" You tapped the spacebar on your laptop to no avail. A frustrated growl escaped your throat as you glared at the stupid blue screen. "You've gotta be kidding me!" You tried and tried to get it to stop. It only stopped when you disconnected from the system again only to find all your previous progress GONE. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! IT TOOK ME DAYS TO DO THAT!!"

Stupid laptop. 

You had to start all over again. This time you decided to make the code and only add it to the game once it was all finished. The result of it was you having a full working model for the Princess in game sitting on the popcorn box throne and waving at the players as they raced when she herself wasn't chosen for the roster. FINALLY. 

You were so happy to finally get it in the game that you probably didn't notice the gleaming glitching eyes within the crowd of cheering nut npcs when you did a test through drive of the game to see how you did so far. Not bad. It was a bit buggy still with a few kinks to work out, but nothing you couldn't fix eventually. You especially made a mental note to fix the spontaneous glitch that made you randomly get stuck in the track if you crashed.

The next time you got back around to the game wasn't until a few months later. Studying, exams, family, and your irl job had eaten everything else for a long while. So imagine your surprise when you say down to do a quick playthrough of the game, just as a refresher on what you needed to work on, and you found no traces of the princess in her popcorn throne.

The roster was full of eight of the racers you remembered adding however the one right in the middle was one you'd never seen before..

"That's weird," you mumbled to yourself staring right at the middle character on the roster. "I don't remember adding you."

Right smack dab in the middle of the roster was an odd character. A man nearly complete bald. He looked goofy all dressed up in puffy pants and Tinkerbell like shoes and a purple overcoat, striking an equally as goofy pose standing on one leg and both arms thrown up into the air. A crown sat on top his head as much like the other characters stared at you blankly. 

You definitely didn't add this guy. Who was he? Where did he come from? Had you added him but forgotten?...No. You kept track of what you added. Confusion and curiosity took a hold of you and so you use the steering wheel and peddle to choose said mysterious character. He let out a happy laugh as he was picked out and the game moved along to the racing bits. 

However you did notice the absence of one said princess whom was supposed to be sitting in the popcorn throne or in another one of the other racecars. Instead of her in the racecars designed for her, it was the king looking character you'd chosen for the race. 

"What in the world is going on?", you questioned as you continued the game. 

And was shocked to find it running so ..so smoothly. The previous bugs and glitches were all but gone.  Even when you accidentally slammed into an up coming jawbreaker you didn't get stuck in the track. If anything a few annoyed sounding shouts instead came out of the character. You drove him around and listened to his voice lines of 'Have some candy!' and 'To the rightful ruler goes the spoils!' Only getting second place.

The cutscene that played out was your character standing in the middle of a confetti spotlight as a silver trophy floated down into his awaiting arms. He looked disappointed by his prize humming before saying the voice line-

"Not what I deserve...but it'll do for now."

"Yeah. I definitely didn't program you." You turned around in your seat towards the laptop sat up on the desk and didn't notice the way the character LOOKED DIRECTLY AT YOUR FORM as you stood up. "I'd better check on this."

The panicked look upon the character's face as he quickly fled the scene dropping the silver trophy in the process as you turned on your laptop and began going through the files. Only to be shocked to not see any of the codes for the princess you spent hours on. ...It was as if you never put code in to begin with. Furious you began going through the strands and strands of code looking for a trace of the strand you put in. You didn't find any. However you did find one file you didn't recognize.

"...Turbo?"

Turbo? You didn't remember labeling any files under that name. And where did all of the process code go?! You implemented it in perfectly and it was working out just a few months ago. You didn't have a chance to explore the code any further before once again your laptop blue screened as you tried to access it. For a moment there was nothing but you just staring at the screen before you ended up slamming your face into the desk and let out a muffled cry of frustration.

"I don't get what's going on!," you vented to a friend a few days later as you both were having lunch. He listened patiently as you rambled on pointing a poor fry at everything. "I made sure the code was perfect and it was working fine when I was finally able to put it in! I don't get what's wrong with the stupid thing!"

Your friend hummed as he chewed on cheap college Cafeteria pizza. "Maybe the code wasn't compatible? I mean the console's like what? Over fifteen years old now? It probably got deleted from it or something because it wasn't compatible with the older mainframe."

"Then why is everything else working? I don't get it! And my stupid laptop keeps breaking down in the middle of it all.'' You threw the fry in your mouth with a grumble as your friend hummed.

"Maybe it's not the console but your laptop? Did you get it checked out for viruses and stuff?", he tried suggesting to which you nodded yes.

"Yeah. The repair guy said there's nothing wrong with it which makes it weirder."

"Then maybe there's something wrong with the connection between the devices. How about I come over and see if there's anything wrong?"

"That might actually be helpful. Thanks."

Three days later your friend stopped by with his own laptop which you both connected to the console as two eyes watched you from the frozen pose of the game roster. Your friend was easily able to get access to the code and go through it. First running a virus scan which turned up nothing thank goodness. At least you knew there was no viruses attacking your poor laptop. He hummed along with the distant sounds of the cheery music coming from the console as he went through the code for twenty minutes as you watched from over his shoulder before turning to you.

"There's nothing wrong with anything. No bugs or anything else I can see. Your coding skills seem to be going through."

"There was definitely some bugs I needed to sort out."

He shrugged. "Maybe the console just needed some time to process all the new code fully."

Hm. Maybe. But that still didn't explain the disappearance of one character and the appearance of another one you never saw. "Is there anything lying doormat anywhere? Maybe some unfinished code?"

"I did find some unfinished code for what looks like a disregarded bonus level, but nothing like you were talking about. Is there anything specific to look for?"

You hummed. "....Can you find a strand called 'Turbo'?"

"I can try." Cartoon eyes from the roster widened in worry losing his smile as your friend went through the code again for the characters since that's where you first saw this 'Turbo' profile. "Taffyta Muttonfudge. Minty Saki. King Candy-....I don't see any 'Turbo' here, Bud."

Huh. That's really weird. You KNOW you definitely saw that. But- You pointed out the King Candy profile. "I know I didn't add this guy. Where the heck did it come from?"

Again your friend was unhelpful as he shrugged. "It's not coming up as a foreign program so it must've been in the console when you got it. It's probably an unlockable character that you unknowingly brought out during the input of new codes and fixing the bugs. Did you try resetting the console?"

"Yeah. Three times since my Uncle gave it to me."

"Try doing that one more time and see if that fixes it. If not..then I guess the Princess Vanellope code just isn't compatible with the software somehow."

You did as he advised. As soon as he left resetting the game and still feeling disappointed by your princess being gone. You also tried implementing her code only one more time. You completely gave up on that when your laptop blue screened...Again. So you settled for just having a picture of the princess racing in her pink goggles on the side of the game console from there on out. There was only so much your poor laptop could take before it could eventually break from this.

You were frustrated with the stubborn process but you were satisfied with the end result of all your hard work. Sitting down to play the game became a past time of yours outside of the stress from college and irl life. Your friend must've been right about the old motherboard taking it's sweet time to process the code inputted into it. Because now everything was running smoothly and there didn't seem to be anything majorly needing to be fixed. Although you did tweak a few things.

You gave the clouds a more cotton candy appearance during race scenes, and added a glitter sparkle affect to the dust clouds the cars would kick up as they drove along. However you really wanted to add more to that unfinished bonus level code eventually. Maybe adding it as a bonus points thing or something. You hadn't decided yet. 

But you were having fun with the game more than you expected. In fact you were debating on whether or not to give it back to your uncle or just keeping it for yourself as a testament to what you could do! However there was a few things that were weird that you didn't start noticing until after you started enjoying it more.

Despite the reservations you first had with this king character, you eventually got to like him the more you played. He was pretty goofy and an oddball in a good way. And you found yourself giggling at his antics on more than one occasion with his silly poses or funny voice lines. Not the princess you wanted but a king you don't mind having.

 It was nice to unwind and play a silly game and so you invited a friend to play with you. The two of you picked your characters. Him that kid with the pumpkin hat on his head and you decided to choose the goofy looking King Candy. The game was going well and you were surprised to see you win considering your friend was the more experienced gamer but the cute little bouncy jig and laugh tour character did receiving the gold trophy was enough to make you smile.

"Wow. You sure did a good job on the game," he complimented as you both stood up. "I guess everything turned out good in the end anyways."

You nodded. "Yeah. I still wanna finish the unused bonus level though. You wanna see what I got so far?"

He agreed and together you hooked up your computer (praying that it didn't mysteriously blue screen again) and opened it up to show your friend what you had done so far. 

"Wow. You almost got it finished. Have you decided what you're gonna do yet?"

"It's either gonna be a bonus level or I'm gonna add it to the main track as an alternative route to the finish line. I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll add it to where you can earn a bonus trophy from the king or something."

That's when he laughed. "First you didn't like him, but now you do? Wow, Y/n. I didn't know you were into Dilfs.~" He teased you to which you scowled at him and pushed his shoulder as he laughed.

"I am not! Shut up!"

"Or is he more of a foxy grandp-"

"Finish that sentence and you're dead, Bradley!"

"C'mon. It's not my fault you're attracted to older- HEY!!"

He laughed and cackled as you kept slapping at him red faced, causing him to get up and flee to the kitchen with you right behind him. Unbeknownst to all of you a curious ear and pair of eyes had been observing this entire time and was curious as to what this 'dilf' was. Neither of you noticed in your fight your laptop exiting out to Google and 'dilf meaning' being typed into the search bar. 

You only were annoyed with your friend when you came back to a shut off computer, assuming it had turned itself off after not being used for a while, and to the same cutscene of the King still holding the gold trophy... However he looked a little different. He seemed to be staring off at nothing at sudden realization dawned on him, red faced, and half his face hiding halfway behind said trophy. 

"Want to go another round?," you offered changing the subject. 

Bradley laughed. "Sure. Gonna use King Dilf again? Or are you gonna be choosing another?"

You glared at him. "I'm not so you can quick making fun of me now!'

Bradley laughed at you but held up his hands. "I was just joking. But whatever her majesty desires."

"Oh, I'm gonna beat you to the ground!"

Queen huh?

You did end up beating Bradley, but only because his character was knocked off the track by the King Candy character in the background. During the gumball falls part, all he heard was the announcer saying 'POWER UP' and 'SWEET SEEKERS' before you both heard the famous voice line.

"Have thom candy!"

Next thing Bradley knew, his Rancis character was shot by a flaming yellow mini jawbreaker at great speeds and literally knocked off the tracks and out of bounds. Making him groan at the high pitched laugh King Candy gave as he drove past and you made your way to the cherry bomb cake. In the end you still lost but you felt satisfied with knowing that you were avenged in the end even though the NPC had no clue what transpired. After all he was just a video game character. 

"I'll see you later, Brad. Hope the jester knows not to make fun of the king now."

"Yeah, yeah." He grumbled exhausted at his own joke being thrown back to him. "I'll see you Monday. Make sure you get some sleep before classes tonight will ya?"

"I will. Don't worry about it."

Waving goodbye to him, you closed the door before turning around and stretching out with a yawn. Yeah. It was probably time you got some sleep. Walking past the game console you smiled at it and patted it's side.

"Y'know..I think I'll keep you after all. You're pretty fun to play with."

You turned to start walking towards your bedroom-

"TURBOTASTIC!!"

You jumped at the sudden voice as before turning back to the game's screen. Nothing but the characters posing with frozen fake smiles stared back at you as you blinked... before turning around and rubbing your face.

"I need to get more sleep."

[ikiprian]

Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School is a popular YouTube series. Tucker Foley is a star student.

Barbara Gordon's Cram School posts free online courses for both coding and computer engineering. Think Crash Course in terms of entertainment, but college lecture in terms of depth. Hundreds of thousands of viewers flock to it— students who missed a class, people looking to add new skills to a resume, even simple hobbyists. It’s a project Barbara’s proud of.

Sometimes, when she wants to relax, she’ll even hop in the comments and spend an afternoon troubleshooting a viewer’s project with them.

User “Fryer-Tuck” has especially interesting ones. Barbara finds herself seeking out his comments, checking in on whatever this crazy kid is making next. An app for collecting GPS pings and assembling them on a map in real-time, an algorithm that connects geographic points to predict something’s movement taking a hundred other variables into account, simplified versions of incredibly complex homemade programs so they can run on incredibly limited CPU’s.

(Barbara wants to buy the kid a PC. It seems he’s got natural talent, but he keeps making reference to a PDA. Talk about 90’s! This guy’s hardware probably predates his birth.)

She chats with him more and more, switching to less public PM threads, and eventually, he opens up. His latest project, though, is not something Barbara has personal experience with.

FT: so if you found, hypothetically, a mysterious glowing substance that affects tech in weird and wacky ways that could totally have potential but might be vaguely sentient/otherworldly…. what would you do and how would you experiment with it. safely, of course. and hypothetically

BG: I’d make sure all my tests were in disposable devices and quarantined programs to keep it from infecting my important stuff. Dare I ask… how weird and wacky is it?

FT: uhhh. theoretically, a person composed of this substance once used it to enter a video game. like physical body, into the computer, onto the screen? moving around and talking and fighting enemies within the game?

FT: its been experimented with before, but not on any tech with a brain. just basic shields and blasters and stuff, its an energy source. also was put in a car once

FT: i wanna see how it affects software, yk? bc i already know it can. mess around and see how far i can push it

BG: […]

FT: … barbara?

BG: Sorry, thinking. Would you mind sharing more details? You said “blasters?”

Honestly. Kid genius with access to some truly wacky materials and even wackier weapons, she needs to start a file on him before he full sends to either hero or villain.

[OR: Tucker is a self-taught hacker, but if he were to credit a teacher, he'd name Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School! He's even caught the attention of Dr. Gordon herself. She's full of sage advice, and with how she preaches the value of a good VPN, he's sure she's not pro-government. Maybe she'll help him as he studies the many applications of ecto-tech!]

[byeuijoo]

don't fall in love 𐀔 myung jaehyun

genre : mostly fluff, first love coded ⋆ warnings : none but reader doesn't like basketballs ⋆ word count : 1,811

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you don't particularly like basketball. you even hate basketballs because you're always afraid of getting one in the head — boys are often far too brutal when it comes to sports, their competitive spirit often takes over, and the desire to impress others can be felt in the strength of their shot. but when the only boy who ever made your heart beat madly, asked you to come to one of his basketball practices, you didn't hesitate for a second before accepting.

myung jaehyun has always been your buried secret — of course, there were other boys you might like, but it was him you wanted. from the back of the classroom, you could spend hours admiring him (and you weren't the only one) : his smile so big and bright that it overshadowed the sun, his hair always slightly in disarray from running around like a hyperactive kid, his school uniform' shirt always a little too open and his tie undone, revealing his sports shirt normally concealed underneath, but above all, his laughter, capable of chasing away every bad vibe in the air. he was always so kind, good-humored, funny and thoughtful, helpful, and full of other positive adjectives that didn't come to mind. you always found him interesting and intelligent, and not a day went by when you didn't squint a little too long at his concentrated face during classes. he's so cute, his lips slightly pursed together and his eyebrows furrowed, all bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window. nobody ever noticed your big crush on jaehyun, not even when you can't take your eyes off him and chew the end of your pencil until it almost breaks — and if, by chance, any of your friends knew, they were good at hiding it from you.

in spite of everything, the truth needs to be told : you're one another of the countless people interested in myung jaehyun. but even though so many people have already confessed their love to him, jaehyun never really showed much interest in any kind of relationship. he seems pretty focused only on his friends, classes and basketball practice.

or so you thought.

until the day he came up to you at the end of class, catching up with you, almost shouting your name, and trotting off to reach you. you don't know what face you must have made when you saw him standing in front of you — it was either embarrassment, curiosity or shyness, or a mixture of all three. but you didn't care at that time, because the boy you'd been watching so silently from the back of the classroom was standing in front of you, more handsome than ever with his sun-drenched face and a shy smile on his lips. his hand suddenly found your wrist, and the soft skin of his fingertips sent an electric field down your arm. you looked at him with doe eyes, noticing the way his eyes kept juggling between yours and an invisible spot on his right, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

after a few silent seconds in which you simply admired his sweet face, a little too perfect to be real, jaehyun spoke up and caught your attention. « can i have you number? » he asked, so softly, his voice vibrating your heart — so much, that you felt ready to faint. nodding shyly but positively, jaehyun seemed far too pleased with your answer, handing you his phone without hesitation. grabbing it without a second's delay, your eyes were riveted on the screen, before his voice drew your attention a second time, « i'm myung jaehyun, by the way. i should have started there.. » — a slight nervous laugh left his rosy lips, which made you look up at him, a smile hanging on your lips. « i know who you are. » you answered naturally, before typing your number into the contact section, not noticing the way his eyes lit up right after your words.

« you know me..? » he asked, as if it were completely inconceivable for him to believe this new information. a chuckle slipped out of your mouth, and your eyes locked with his as you handed him his phone again. « who doesn't? » you said, and you weren't really wrong on that thing. myung jaehyun was probably one of the most popular boys at your school, as cliché as that may sound : he was good looking, captain of the basketball team, and above that, he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. jaehyun had everything to please, and that's what made him so popular. and you weren't the only one who noticed it. you had a lot of competition if you decided to seduce jaehyun, which was why you'd always stayed on the sidelines in the first place, but now, seeing him so close to you and melting under his honeyed voice, nothing made you want him more than to have him all to yourself. it's amazing what love can do to you.

a timid pink tinge clung to the apple of his cheekbones, and you swore that never in your life had you seen such a pretty boy. his eyes carried all the sun's glow, and the smirk on his lips seemed more shy and flirty than teasing. jaehyun, who always looked so sure of himself, seemed troubled and distraught, as if he didn't expect you to pay any attention to him. of course, he had already noticed some of your gazes riveted on him, your pupils burning his back, but he never had the guts to come and talk to you.

or at least, until now.

poor boy — he was too obvious, but you were too oblivious. how could you not notice that he was interested in you? jaehyun decided to change strategy when your fingers brushed his as he retrieved his cell phone, a chill running down his spine. « oh, i wanted to ask you something, » he began, regaining a certain composure and energy that you liked so much, « are you free on friday? »

staring at the sky for a few moments, you thought about whether or not you already had plans, when you knew perfectly well that wasn't the case. finally shaking your head in the negative under jaehyun's watchful gaze, you gave him a pretty smile, « i am. why do you ask? »

jaehyun seemed far too delighted by this sudden revelation, and moved a little closer to you, his hand rising close to your face. just as you thought his fingers were about to reach your cheek, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds to see where he was looking : a little higher, his gaze wandering through your hair. the next moment, his index finger and thumb grasped something in your hair — something small, fine and pink. a cherry blossom petal. watching the petal twirl between his pretty, skillful fingers, the boy finally catches your eye, his gaze fixed on yours. and when he spoke, you swore you felt like one of this female leads straight out of a kdrama, « would you like to come and see one of my games? »

the wind rustled around you, slipping between the branches of the cherry blossom trees, and suddenly, a shower of pink petals fell on your shoulders. a scene straight out of a romantic film — which made your heart beating with happiness. it was almost unreal, the timing was perfect, and the twinkle in his chocolate orbs made you want to twirl in the clouds. you weren't much of a sports fan, quite the contrary, but seeing jaehyun's bright smile on a basketball court was worth all the effort in the world. so you nodded gently, positively, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the excitement creeping through your veins.

« of course, it could be fun. » you affirmed, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear and looking away. jaehyun suddenly felt his heart racing, like when he approaches a basketball hoop and adrenaline rushes through his muscles, having succeeded in inviting you had the same effect on him as winning a match. the overexcited boy shook his head like a happy puppy, before taking another step towards you, the sudden closeness catching you slightly off guard. your eyes opened a little wider than normal, planting themselves in his, which seemed a little too unkempt for your liking. out of the corner of your eye, you saw jaehyun run his tongue slowly over his lower lip, his gaze juggling from one eye to the other with the most tender smiles on his mouth. the image of his face surrounded by cherry blossom petals remained etched in your memory, you don't want to forget the way he looks so sweet and so hot at the same time.

« nice.. » he whispered, his fingers moving to reach your cheek and graze your cheekbone with the tip of his index finger, « don't fall in love with me after seeing me play. » — after his words, your heart raced in your chest, wildly, the words stuck in the back of your throat for long moments, far too surprised by his bold declaration. you hadn't yet realized that he was actually flirting with you (or maybe you just couldn't believe it), but now you knew for sure that jaehyun wasn't messing with you. in a burst of pure courage, your fingers innocently slipped around his tie, putting it back in place as you nodded, a look of understanding on your face. then, you stood up on tiptoe and put your lips to his ear to whisper the following words, « i can't promise you anything. »

with as much good as bad, and after a light chuckle, jaehyun tried to hide the smirk on his lips, but failed miserably when your gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth the next second. the poor boy thought his heart was going to explode — but he had to remain calm and wise so as not to hurt his own dignity. nevertheless, satisfied with your answer, jaehyun offered you one of those smiles that only he knew the secret of, making your heart tremble with shyness, « good.. i'll see you on friday then? »

trying to ignore the fact that his fingers kept brushing yours, you confirmed his words before moving gently away from him, taking a few steps backwards to admire his face for as long as possible. as for him, he stood there like an idiot for long minutes, before jumping up in a victorious rush, a huge satisfied smile hanging over his mouth. oh, he can't wait to make you fall in love with him.

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[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

TURBULENCE ✈ JUGRAM HASCHWALTH X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 27: PLANE SEX

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hiii, the theme for the event is a bomb😳Do you write for the Sternitters too? (Bleach). If so, I’d take a Jugram Haschwalth for the airplane sex kink. The gender can be female or gn, I don’t mind. Thanks in advance! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. modern au. business trip. airplane sex. 🐙 wc: 2.4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Ah, he has always been next to the general director. He even works more than him. Jugram this, Jugram that. Go here, go there… 

“Jugram-sama, I just received an e-�� you inform but get interrupted by him. “I know…” the blonde answers, checking his phone for the third time since you both seated on that plane. 

Uncomfortable, both try to get your legs ready for a lot of hours over the clouds. No matter how much you were -the Silbern company- willing to pay, a last-minute flight across the world only had barely two tickets available on economy. Forget first class, not even a single one free on business class. 

However, if Yhwach ordered Jugram to do it, he must do it. And you, his assistant, tried your best to find accommodation… took whatever it took. 

You keep quiet as his crystalline eyes fix on the screen of one of his six phones. What an amazing beauty this man holds, with manly features but still delicate to be mistaken by an angel… still, he might be the loneliest of them all, by choice perhaps, pushing everybody away… 

“Did you pay wifi on board, right? I’ll need it” he utters, as cold as always. As serious as ever. 

You nod, searching for a little card with a special code they gave you when you were checking in. 

“Here, Jugram-sama” you give it to him, grazing your fingers. He is not really looking at you, he just seems especially glued to the screen. 

It doesn’t take much for the plane’s doors to be finally closed and for a flight attendant to reach your spot. A young beautiful woman, dressed in the airline’s sexy uniform, stops right by your side noticing Jugram still on his phone. 

“Ah, Sir. Excuse me, we are about to take off, you should put your phone down until we reach cruise alt-“ she says, shutting up the moment the blonde looks at her in a very “not amused” grim. 

 The immediate change of that woman when seeing his handsome face isn’t something new for you, in fact, the flight attendant didn’t even notice you were also on your phone. She immediately recognize him, acting all silly and flirtatious towards him. 

“Sorry. Will shut it off in a moment” Jugram says, blocking his phone and sliding it inside the chest pocket of his white suit. 

You do the same, sighing. It’s ok, the flight attendant won’t notice, nor will Jugram. He doesn’t care about you; you are just a mere software that breathes and speaks to help him… or so you think. 

“Fasten it. Tight” he suddenly says, bending just a little to reach for your seatbelt and adjust it closer to your lower stomach. And you gasp, when did he ever cared about your safety? 

You nod, again. Out of words, even more than always. You can’t say much, you just fix your eyes into the little screen in front of you. Hot ears, hot cheeks… a simple touch of this man, and you are sent to heaven. 

And, speaking of heaven, soon and with your ears popping the plane leaves the ground to be finally airborne. In complete silence, the only sounds you are blessed with are the roaring of the engines and the little creeks of the plastic insides of the plane. 

Time flies, they say, when you are comfortable… however, this wasn’t exactly the definition of comfort. You tried to squeeze yourself in that tiny seat, as much as possible. Your left elbow carved into the plane’s fuselage wall, and your right arm crossed over your chest. You don’t wanna take Jugram much space, and as much as you wish, you don’t even dare claiming the middle armrest for your own. 

“You look uncomfortable, (Name)” he mutters, this time with his eyes scanning a haggard magazine. You have no idea how he does it, but he sees you without looking. 

“Not to sound very cocky, but economy nowadays is a torture… we haven’t even left Germany, and my legs are already dead, I wonder if I’ll be able to walk when we get to Japan” you whisper, as the lights of the cabin have already been turned off and some snoring from other passengers filter in between the sound of the engines. 

“Try to rest, we will need energy” he simply says, closing the magazine and turning his head to the side. His eyes closed, but his facial muscles still tensed.

When will you rest, Jugram Haschwalth? 

Seven hours in, and that water bottle you chugged in while bored, has started to affect you. But how to leave your seat to go to the bathroom, if that would mean crawling on top of Jugram who has finally -incredible to you- fallen asleep? 

Yet, your bladder has a limit and after several minutes trying to forget about your necessities, urgence takes over… 

Taking a deep breath before starting to move, you stand up. You hit your head with the overhead compartment and swear in silence. Then, facing Jugram, your left leg goes first, passing over his long legs. And just like this, with your hands on each side of his face, on the headrest, your hips seem like straddled on his, even though your crotches aren’t touching. 

A soft rocking motion, known as turbulence, seems to complot against you as it becomes a little more noticeable. It obviously affects your balance, but you are not willing to wake this man up, much less with you in such position. 

However, Jugram seems to never really rest, and suddenly a pair of hands land on your waist. 

“Careful” he whispers, opening two shining stars per eyes. His hands are strong, his hold making you feel secure. 

“I’m sorry, I had to go to the toile-“

“You should have asked me to move…” he answers back, helping you to reach the aisle. 

You nod, out of words, and quickly run -as best as you can- to the toilet. You can’t normalize your breathing for at least a couple of minutes after you finally relieve yourself and in the mirror in front of you, you try your best to fix your image… 

Yet, seems destiny has decided to play with you, once again…

The up and down motions increase, turbulence becoming more and more noticeable, and a flight attendant asking you to hurry and go back to your seat once you’ve managed to leave the restroom.  

You grunt; why in the world there isn’t something able to deal with turbulence yet? Grabbing anything, really, while you walk to your very uncomfortable seat, you pray for Jugram not to be asleep.

“Uh, Jugram-sama, I’m ba-!” you try to ask for him to move so you can squeeze back into your seat. But, of course, to make it a lot more shamefully to you, turbulence makes you jump. 

The blonde once again snatches you, this time saving you big time not to hurt yourself badly. You get locked in his arms, on top of his lap. Your face close to his, noses almost touching, eyes fixed on each other’s. 

“You ok? Did you hurt yourself? Is your head ok?” he asks, touching the back of your head, grabbing you real close to his body, seriously worried. 

You nod, finally breathing back. 

“I’m ok… thank you for saving me, Jugram-sama” you whisper, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. You are sure you shouldn’t have done such thing, but you couldn’t help it… it is hella scary to feel like gravity has abandoned you. 

“Don’t… worry” he whispers back, allowing you to rest as much as you wish on him. His hand on your head makes it clear, “stay here if you wish”

The scent of his skin, and the sweet perfume he wears, makes you dizzy… what a delicious combination. The warmth of his flesh on your lips, invites you to kiss him… how much you wish you could do it, but just the way the plane moves will have to do, an indirect kiss that can’t be call as it. 

And, the more the plane moves, the more you softly jump on his lap. And Jugram seems to tense, more and more… is it that maybe the constant graze of your legs on his crotch, the warm breath of your mouth, or your nose buried on his skin it is making it really difficult for him? 

You notice his muscles becoming stiff, and thankful for the darkness surrounding the fuselage, you take a little bit of advantage of the situation… I’m sorry, Jugram-sama, this is a dream came true. 

However, common sense comes back to you; “Sorry, Jugram-sama! I’m gonna go back to my seat. I’m sorry...” you try to stand up, but you can’t. 

“Stay…” he grunts in your ear, pressing your body, harder, against him. This time you can feel a man’s reaction to a beautiful woman jumping on him… 

You look at him; this time your eyes are imbued with lust. You only just needed a plead, a single word… you are just a human, you have been pushed to the limit… You have always wanted him… and apparently, he has always wanted you. 

Perhaps a couple of seconds passed, but to you it felt like an eternity. His hand landed on your cheek, with its fingers reaching the back of your head. 

In silence, trying to recognize each other’s traits with the soft led lights of the bathroom sign on the back of the plane, you spend some more minutes until he devours you in one kiss. 

It is more than magical and also painfully needy; you have no idea if he had been wanting to kiss you since forever, or this is just something out of the blue. And who cares? Kiss me more, Jugram-sama. 

Indecently, the kiss become more and more deep, in a full plane, surrounded by strangers… and his hardness keeps growing, as if was searching for your core to go desperately deep inside. 

“Toilet, go. Wait for me” he commands in between tongues playing. 

You widen your eyes; he wants to fuck you in that tiny bathroom?

“Please…” he adds, again pleading, begging. 

You nod, this time biting your lower lip. He helps you; the turbulence continues but has decreased in intensity. You walk to the bathroom in the back, praying for nobody, including the crew, to see you. 

Your clearly agitated -and horny- imagery reflects on the mirror of the tiny toilet. You wonder how is Jugram going to manage to get inside without being noticed. 

Trust Jugram Haschwalth, he is not only wise, he is rich and the second hand of one of the largest companies in the world… 

“Miss, if I give you my number, would you close the bathroom for me and my assistant? She is not feeling well and I will try to help her. Please, contact me soon, we are soon purchasing a private jet, and we will need a flight attendant like you to join us” 

“Oh! Of course, Jugram-sama! Thank you!! And please, don’t worry, take all the time you need!” 

A sudden knock on the door announces he is here, not even a minute has passed. You open, sticking yourself against the back of the toilet. Amazed you noticed nobody but him around, where are the flight attendants? 

There is no time to think, as he gets inside and closes the door right behind him. Pleased with the loud noises of that Boeing 777, he turns you around. Your belly hits the mini counter, Jugram’s hands lowering your bamboula pants. 

“I don’t know why you chose to wear these today, but I’m so glad you did” he grunts in your ear, as it was hella easy to lower them down and expose your ass. 

You were about to reply it was because of comfort, but it’d be pointless to add anything at all. He lifts your right leg on top of the counter, for better access, feeling your wetness with his free hand. 

His chest hits your back, his chin carved on your shoulder, both looking at each other through the mirror. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… I’m sorry it has to be on a plane’s toilet” he says, smirking. 

For a long time, Jugram-sama? Amazed, amused, impressed… the very first time he is showing you a smile and it’s when he has his fingers inside your folds… 

“I- I don’t- I don’t care…”  you simply answer, because you can’t even think straight; by now, Jugram has started fingering you like nobody else did before. 

Your inner thighs tremble, your skin becomes bumpy. Your hand tries to reach for Jugram’s hips, you want him closer -inside-. And he understands his job, immediately. 

“You want me to fuck you, mh?” Jugram asks, pinching your cheeks and making you look yourself in front of the mirror. 

“yes… please…” you plead, lifting your hips, grabbing yourself from the little counter in front of you. It isn’t easy not to lose balance on such a tiny place, on a plane with occasional turbulence. 

Jugram, however, seems not to notice the motion of the plane and keeps both feet steadily on the ground. He lowers his zipper, freeing his sex from his white pants. Ready, so ready to impale you, he doesn’t even take a single moment to do it. 

His strong hand lands on your mouth the moment he finally gets deep inside you; a Boeing might be loud, but your moan could have been heard by others.

The slaps against your ass and thighs force you to put your hands on the mirror in front, where both never stopped looking at each other. It is both magical and perverted the way  you enjoy this moment through the reflection. 

One, two, three. More and more. But is not enough, is not deep enough… “Come here…” he commands, turning you around. 

You pant, legs trembling, wanting more and more. 

Jugram sits on the toilet and spreads his arms to receive you. And you immediately understand; time to bounce on his hard sex. 

You let yourself fall on his lap; the need allows his dick to slide right in with no difficulty whatsoever. Facing your blonde lover snatches your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands press the small of your back against him, and his legs begin to bounce along with you… ah, deep Jugram-sama; deep, fast… faster… 

And now turbulence is making it even better, don’t you think?!

Taglist of amazing babes: @awas-posts @missfuriosa @theneighbourhoodferret @cyberdazetragedy @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era: the visual novel (a fan project)

On a whim, I've decided to finally just publicly release this project that I've had laying around for two years at this point, for Dazai's birthday today. It was originally made for my very dear friend @letmereachforthestars , when I first introduced her to the series and wanted her to be able to read my favorite BSD light novel in an easier-to-read format. You need a computer to be able to play. The details and links are under the cut:

If you've never played a visual novel before, it's basically a novel in the form of a video game. Text will appear line by line, one a time on the screen, and it will be accompanied by relevant background visuals, music, and sound effects, to make the reading experience more immersive, and more stimulating than just reading from a book. Some visual novels have actual gameplay elements to them, and some are just books and nothing else (oftentimes dating sims/choose-your-own-adventure novels), the latter of which this is. If you've played the mobile game Bungou Tales/Mayoi, the story sections of that game are basically mini visual novels.

This game was made with screenshots and music from the anime, sound effects from the anime and Bungou Tales and free sound effect online sources, as well as graphics and fonts and other assets from Bungou Tales and other official BSD art (particularly the official anime soundtrack cd covers). The script is taken entirely from the official Yen Press translation of Dark Era, with the exception of about two or three iconic lines that I used different translations of because I felt like they had more impact. Additionally, at the very, very end, I added on the original ending scene from the Dark Era stage play and wrote a few fanfic lines of my own to accompany it you can tell because they are very cringe and don't match Asagiri's writing style.

Before playing the game, there are a few very important things to keep in mind; PLEASE read all this:

I am not a professional in the slightest. I took some coding classes in high school, and have some photoshop skills (when it comes to the design elements of the menus), but for the most part the former wasn't much help here; this was my very first time ever using the Renpy engine, and I made this entirely from scratch. I used my knowledge of playing other visual novels to emulate the kinds of effects and timing that is typical for these games, and I think it turned out pretty well all things considered, but it's still very amateur. This is most evident in the sound effects. The sound effects have no volume consistency between them, and some of them, particularly the gun/battle sfx, can come on very suddenly and be loud. I highly, HIGHLY encourage going into the settings and turning down the sound effects volume (the music should be fine), so that you're not startled by certain sounds when they happen, and for a lengthy time. I wouldn't blame you if you decide to turn the sfx off entirely if's too distracting, honestly 🫠 I am no expert in sound files equalizing and making sound files loop seamlessly, so this was by far the most tedious and frustrating part of the process of making this for me. Hopefully it doesn't ruin the game or break immersion too much if you decide to leave them on (I hope you do, for the rain and clock sounds at least, but again I wouldn't blame you if you can't).

Dark Era is the most faithful light novel adaptation in the anime, but there are still a handful of scenes, mostly fight scenes, that got shaved down significantly. Because of this, there are numerous occasions where I had to simply linger on a black screen or the same screenshot for a long period of time, while tons and tons of narration happens, because there's simply nothing I can show to accompany said narration. This is not ideal, but unfortunately I didn't have much else of a choice in those instances, so I hope it's not too distracting. There are also a few instances of straight-up inconsistencies between the novel and the anime (ex. the fight between Oda and Akutagawa happens in the woods in the novel, but in the anime it's still right outside the art museum), so sometimes what you're reading won't quite match the screenshots I use. Fortunately it's never anything major, but it does happen.

There will sometimes be long, unchanging black screens. Don't worry, the game isn't broken; just wait long enough and it will continue.

Sometimes, a character will get cut off when speaking, and when that happens the dialogue will auto-force to the next line. If you didn't get a chance to see what was said before, check the text backlog/history (in the menu or the H key).

Last but not least, this game was made with the default text speed in mind. Meaning, that when it comes to certain specific scenes, the mood/tone of them, made up of the timing of music, transitions, sound effects, etc, all of it was arranged around the speed at which things progress when using the default text speed. I completely understand if you can't, but if at all possible, please try not to change the text to go too much faster or slower, especially faster, because certain scenes will lose a lot of impact otherwise. If you already know Dark Era, you probably have an idea of some of the scenes I'm referring to. At the very least, during the more high-stakes/intense scenes, please try to play through those all at once without stopping, for the greatest impact based on how I designed the game, and only pause/quit during the slower scenes. There are specific moments that I'm really proud of how they came out, and I'd like for them to have the maximum impact that I intended :') (also note that if you make the text appear instantly, the cut-off dialogue mentioned above simply will not appear at all, and you won't even know to look back for them, so please refrain from making the text instant at the very least)

Ignore the cringe sappy final message

...I think that's everything. With all that out of the way, here are the links for both PC and Mac:

Download the PC version

Download the Mac version

This was a passion project for me for a good many months back in 2022. It started out just as a gift for my friend, but in the end I was really satisfied with how it turned out, despite how tedious and frustrating it was to work on. I've been hesitant to share it with the fandom for all this time because I kinda doubt anyone would really be interested in something like this especially since it's not stormbringer or beast, but someone on discord who tried it told me that I should share it, so here it is. I'm sharing it not just because I'm proud of my work, but because Dark Era is a truly amazing light novel — underrated, in my opinion (yes, I said what I said) — and far better than the anime adaptation, as good as that is, and I want more people to read it. If reading the books is hard for you and you've never read Dark Era before, if I can help just one more person to read it with this, I'll be happy, and consider my job done. 💖

I so desperately want to make more of these visual novels for the other light novels, but sadly, some of them simply aren't possible thanks to how many scenes are missing from the anime, like with Entrance Exam in particular. I've also been waiting with vain, thin hope that Bungou Tales will eventually reach seasons 3 and 4, so I can use their Fifteen and Untold Origins title screens like I did here, if those ever exist. However, I'm also held back thinking about certain scenes that would require some redrawing/drawing additional details to match what's written in the novels. If anyone has any ideas on things I could do to possibly get around these issues, or just thoughts in general about how the other light novels might be tackled, or if you're an artist who can recreate the anime's style and takes commissions/knows someone who does, I'd absolutely love to hear from you! As well as any advice/help on how I can smooth out/improve this project here!

Anyway, sorry for the long wall of text. Thank you for reading all this, if you did, and if you do try the game, please let me know your thoughts; I crave any and all feedback. 💙✨

[miyadollie]

𐙚 DRAWN INTO YOU part one ♡ . part two ★ starring fine arts student sunghoon x fem cs student reader ☆ wc 1k ☆ has fluff , slow burn(ish) , comfort fic material <3 , slightly ooc hoonie ☆ miya says !! PLEASE NOTE that even if ur not a cs student u can still enjoy this fic TT i just couldnt write vaguely for a subject so i mentioned cs , its only mentioned like twice so u can ignore it :3

part one — the first sketch you don’t see him at first.

the campus lawn is uneven in places, but you’ve found a spot where the grass is soft and doesn’t stain. it’s early in the semester, the sun mild and slanting, and there’s enough wind to keep the heat from clinging to your skin. you have your laptop open, knees drawn close, and fingers paused mid-code. there’s a bug in your program you can’t quite trace, and every time you run it, something new goes wrong.

you sigh and sit back. a straw wrapper flutters beside your shoe.

a few metres away, someone else is sketching. you don’t know that.

he’s sitting beneath one of the older trees, branches stitched like quiet lace above his head. he wasn’t planning to draw today—his studio assignment’s due in two weeks and he’s behind on his sculpture work—but he saw you hunched over your screen and couldn’t look away.

you look like a still from a film, unposed. real. a little frown between your brows, your thumb absently brushing the corner of your keyboard as you think.

he sketches quietly. not all at once, not with grand movements, but in pieces. the curve of your wrist. the way your hair catches the sun. the subtle shift in your posture when something clicks in your mind.

you don’t see him.

but he’s already seen you.

—

you meet three weeks later.

it’s at a mixer organized by your department—not the kind of event you usually attend. but your roommate dragged you along with promises of free food and the chance to meet upperclassmen who could share notes.

the room is too warm, crowded with students standing in half-circles, laughing a little too loud. you linger by the table with the juice boxes, scanning for a quiet exit.

then someone says your name.

you turn and find him there. tall. calm. familiar in a way you can’t place.

“you’re in cs, right?” he asks. his voice is even, low. “i’ve seen you around.”

you nod slowly. “yeah.”

“i’m sunghoon. fine arts.”

“oh,” you say, unsure what to follow it with.

he offers a small smile. it doesn’t feel forced. “i like this room. the light’s soft.”

you blink. “sure. if you say so.”

“do you mind if i sit?”

you hesitate, then step aside. “it’s not my table.”

he smiles again. “thanks.”

—

it becomes easier after that.

you see him again in the library, head bowed over a sketchbook instead of a textbook. you wave, unsure if he’ll remember you. he does.

you’re not used to people like him. he’s quiet, but not shy. his silences are deliberate, never awkward. and when he talks, he listens more than he speaks.

you find out he’s in his third year. that he’s focusing on portraits and figurative sculpture. that he doesn’t like drawing digitally—it feels too clean, he says.

you tell him you’re trying to survive data structures. that you hate recursion with a passion. that you like rainy days because they sound like static.

he tells you he understands that. he doesn’t say much more.

but you catch him doodling in the corner of your notebook one day when you’re explaining something on your screen.

he draws a tiny umbrella.

—

the first time you see his art is by accident.

you’re walking past the art building on your way to your afternoon class when you glance through one of the open windows. there’s a display board near the entrance. it’s a student showcase—drawings pinned up with small cards bearing names.

you stop when you see your face.

not exactly, but close. not photographic, but observant. the curve of your chin, the slight slouch in your posture, the way your hair frays at the ends.

you look at the name beneath it.

park sunghoon.

your heart skips.

you don’t bring it up the next time you see him.

but when he catches you looking at his pencil case, crowded with loose graphite sticks and smudged kneaded erasers, he just says,

“you’re easy to draw.”

you don’t know what to say to that.

so you say nothing.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

—

it’s not sudden, the way he becomes a part of your days. it’s not loud. there’s no click, no big moment. he’s just there. steady.

you sit together sometimes. share snacks. talk about nothing in particular—classes, professors, how the vending machine always eats your coins.

one evening, when the air turns cool and you’re both sitting on the steps outside the library, you ask him why he draws people.

he thinks for a moment.

“because they move,” he says finally. “even when they’re still.”

you think about that for a long time.

you don’t realise you’ve started watching him the same way he watches the world.

you notice the way he tugs his sleeve over his hand when he’s thinking. how he tilts his head when he’s reading. how he glances at you sometimes—not with expectation, but like he’s taking a mental photograph.

you wonder if he notices how you’ve stopped sitting on the lawn with your laptop alone. if he knows you check the art building window every time you pass it.

you think he does.

but he doesn’t say it.

and neither do you.

—

it’s weeks before he brings it up.

you’re in the campus café, laptop open between you, your drink long forgotten. you’re trying to debug something, muttering under your breath, when he sets his pencil down.

“you’d make a good subject,” he says, not looking at you.

you glance over. “subject?”

he nods. “for a piece. a project i’ve been thinking about.”

you blink. “you want to draw me?”

he shrugs slightly. “maybe.”

you close your laptop. “is this how you ask?”

he looks up then. there’s no teasing in his expression. just quiet honesty.

“i’d like to try. only if you’re okay with it.”

you stare at him for a beat.

then you nod.

“okay.”

that’s how it begins.

you don’t know what it means yet. what it’ll become.

but in that moment, it feels like something’s begun.

and for once, you don’t overthink it.

tbc in part 2 please please please leave a heart emoji in the comments or rb w a heart emoji if u enjoyed reading till here ! it helps me understand how many ppl enjoy my work and motivate me to keep writing <3

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Homework

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You try to get someone else to do your homework

Studying was such a bore for you. You hated sitting in a classroom and studying. Lucy told you that you had a restless soul and that's why you would prefer to be out on the pitch rather than stuck inside.

Playing for Manchester City had been a perfect outlet and the call to play for Barcelona had been a dream come true.

It was just a shame that the schooling system still kept you shackled.

Taking online classes was better than physical school but it just meant that the actual studying and doing homework was left solely on you. Keira sometimes would allocate times for you to do it but Lucy would always stage what she would call a jailbreak and take you to the park or get a snack.

Either way, actually doing the work was something that you struggled with.

Which was, as you glanced around the break room, you had an empty word document and a sheet of questions of Spanish open in another tab.

Most of the team were either in meetings or getting food so it was just you and the younger members of the squad. Your eyes roved over them all, glancing back at your screen.

Esmee and Salma were playing each other on FIFA. Jana and Bruna were watching with rapt attention. But you found your target in Ona, who was throwing grapes into the air and trying to catch them in her mouth.

You slumped into the seat next to her, placing your laptop in her lap.

She raised a brow at you. "What is this?"

You gestured to the screen. "What does it look like?"

"Your homework?"

"Wow," You said sarcastically," Well done. It is my homework. Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what is it doing here? On my lap?"

You sent her an award winning smile. "Do it for me?"

"Isn't that cheating?"

"It's not a test," You said," Just homework. Besides," You shrugged," It's been melting my mind. None of it makes sense. You'd just get through this so quickly."

She narrowed her eyes, easily seeing through your mediocre manipulation attempts. She glanced at your questions for a moment before she slapped some money into your hand.

"Get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine," She said," And an energy drink too..." She thought for a moment. "And you've got to be the one to ask Lucy and Keira if I can crash around your place tomorrow."

You almost groaned. You and Ona had been planning a movie marathon for weeks now but the tv at your place with Lucy and Keira was better than the one at her apartment so you had been trying to drop hints to Lucy and Keira about Ona staying over but neither had quite picked up on them.

"Fine," You said begrudgingly, standing up," A chocolate and an energy drink. Got it."

You slipped out of the room with little fanfare. If Ona managed to get your homework done quickly then the rest of your afternoon would be free to snack and muck around until Lucy and Keira came to take you home.

With the staff and the rest of the girls in meetings, the hallways were empty. You got to the vending machine with ease, punching in the code of Ona's favourite chocolate and energy drink. You've just fished them out when a shiver ran down your spine. A shadow fell over you.

You turned around slowly and was met with the face of your captain, dripping in disapproval.

"Nena," She said and your usual nickname struck fear into your heart," Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

While Keira grew bored of making you study and do your homework, Alexia did not. Your very first day in Barcelona consisted of you walking into the locker room to see her standing by your cubby with the school schedule you had given over to the staff.

You were pretty sure that if you didn't already know Keira and Lucy from City then you would have ended up moving in with Alexia, if only so she could keep a close eye on your studies.

"I...er...Went to get some snacks?"

She raised a brow at you. "Really? Ona's favourite snacks? What were you meant to be studying today, your Spanish? If I go into the break room, will I find Ona doing your work for you?"

You didn't answer.

But that was answer enough.

Alexia sighed, one of those long drawn-out sighs that only ever really got used on you - and sometimes Mapi, when she was acting particularly like a kid.

"Sorry?"

"No, you are not." She took you by the shoulders, making you walk in front of her all the way back to where Ona was sitting, dutifully typing away at your homework. She cleared her throat.

Ona turned and immediately went pale. She looked at you. She looked at Alexia.

"She bullied me into it!"

"Liar!"

Alexia fixed you both with a stern look that you wilted under. "So, you're telling me a sixteen-year-old bullied you into doing homework, Ona?"

"Er...yes?"

"Go and do three laps."

"Alexia!"

"Do you want to make it four?"

Ona took off running and you shoved the drink and chocolate bar into her hands as she passed.

With her gone though, Alexia's ire was firmly back on you. She plucked your laptop up from the sofa and placed it on the table. You knew what she wanted so you went without fuss, slumping into the seat.

She made you watch as she deleted all of the work Ona had done for you.

"You're smart, nena," She said as she did it," You just do stupid things. Do I have to take you with me to my meetings now? To make sure you get your work done?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not wanting an even longer lecture. You, however, didn't keep your feet out of your mouth because you replied," You hover enough. I don't need you watching my every move."

Alexia sent you a withering glare and you shrunk in your seat. You hastened to placate her and started typing. It seemed like you did understand what you're homework was telling you, the little break to get Ona's snacks must have given your brain the respite it needed.

Alexia slid into the seat next to you. She didn't do much - barely even checked her phone - but made sure to look over your shoulder as you wrote.

By the time, you've finished, it's time to break for lunch. Esmee and Salma had just left so you tried to catch up with them but the hand at the back of your collar stopped you in your tracks.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Alexia told you succinctly," I've still got clothes left over from when you last visited. You'll sit at the table and do that economics essay you've been putting off and, if you get it done without complaint, I'll check over what you just finished."

You made a face. "Is this your way of saying I completely flunked it?"

Alexia rolled her eyes and you knew by the way she tucked you under her arm, that she was no longer mad. "Focus on the positives, nena. If you're very good, we'll even order dinner to the house."

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Mori-Senpai has an apprentice candidate!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The host club recieves a peculiar visitor ➼ what to expect:  "Sam finally decrypted those files I got from my contact, he's found proof that our theory is true" ➼ warnings: ➼ Part Twenty | Part Twenty Two

"You know I never thought that Late Edo-Era cosplay would be that popular"

"Come on, you can't be serious. That's like one of the basics" "There are plenty of girls that find late Edo era totally fascinating. Particularly the Shinsengumi."

"And most of the girls who like it are complete maniacs about it!"

"Are they popular because of the noble nature of them sacrificing their own lives for their country or could it be because of their stoic detemination? Their choice to live out their lives by the bushido code? Or could it be that we're intrigued because the worship of this group of renegade young men is somewhat forbidden? The Ikedaya inn may be well-known but it's only because of Hijikata, just imagining him after the battle of Toba-fushimi, his back to the north as he sorrowfully wandered the streets of his homeland attempting to defend the honor of the Shinsengumi all by himself. Oh! I could eat three giant bowls of rice!"

"Woah that was quite the history lesson renge" which is probably the most positive thing you've said to her in a while, not being from japan you really didn't know much about the late edo era at all.

"Not having us cast ourselves in specific roles was good advice, allowing the guests to just be free to fantasize on their own was truly a brilliant idea, renge. I'm very impressed."

"I told you it would work"

You roll your eyes, your temporary positive light on renge diminishing, returning to your work.

Mori suddenly lunged in fornt of the girls, making them fawn.

"Mori-Senpai!"

"Why the sudden lunge?

"Not getting enough attention?"

"Please calm down Mori-Senpai! I know you're upset you only have one line in each part, we're three-fourths through the season and you haven't had your own part. I know Cherry's been skipping flashback heavy episodes but I'm sure we could find a way to get you one! Is that it? I'm sorry!"

"No" Mori mutters, removing his spear, sliding open the door. "We have a trespasser"

"Takashi Morinozuka!" The boy behind the screen rushes to bow "Senpai! Please take me on as your apprentice!"

"Huh?"

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Mori Senpai has an apprentice candidate!

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"Ritsu Kasanoda, first year class D, heir to the third-generation head of the Kasanoda syndicate, the most powerful gang in the kanto area. He was admitted this year into Ouran academy's highschool. He had long red hair and a mean-looking appearance, is reserved and has few friends. It is said if your eyes meet his, you'll have bad dreams for three months. If you bump into him, you'll end up in the hospital, and talking back to him sends you to an early grave. He is so feared by his classmates that they call him the walking blizzard"

"Seriously?But why would a human weapon like yourself need to be mori senpai's apprentice?"

"Well because...look, i may be tough but I'm not a human weapon. I was just born with a face that makes me look mean all the time"

"Well at least you're aware of it Casanova"

"It's kasanoda"

"Bossa nova?"

Kasanoda glares at the twins "I said it was Kasanoda! Do you want to die?"

the boys jump behind the couch "Wow, he really is mean looking"

"Sorry about that. This always happens because of the way I look. I've always had this mean look ever since I was born. Even when I was just a tyke, my dad would say 'Just you wait my son's gonna be the greatest gangster of all time' and so, ever since I was a kid, I've been taught how to be the godfather of a gang. My pops was a good teacher , and he made me a true gangster. That's great and all but everyon's afraid to come near me. Even my fella's are scared of me. So, I'm all alone. It's like they forget I'm young, and sometimes I just wanna play. I wanna get out with my fellas and play a game of kick the can"

"A good game of Kankeri is awesome"

"But I've been livin' the life of a gangster, and I don't know how to interact with regular people. Morinozuka-senpai that's why I need you to show me. How do you manage to have so many friends. When you're just as mean looking as me. You're expressionless, distant, and you hardly ever talk. Plus you've got a mug that looks like a watchdog from hell. So, how come you've got so many friends? What're you doing that I'm not? Please, teach me your secrets! I'm begging you!"

Mori sighs, you grimace as you realise that Kasanoda's issues may also lay in his lack of social skills.

"Hey, Takashi, are you okay?"

"I'm just a little lightheaded"

"What now boss?" "Don't you think that we should do something about this?"

"Just leave him alone. Don't get involved. Like he said, he wants to be Mori-senpai's apprentice, so that means Mori-senpai decides what to do. This isn't something that any of us should be interfering with."

"Tamaki" Mori shoots him a look begging for help.

Tamaki's eyes widen. "Well, in that case, since you insist, Mori-senpai. I, Tamaki Suoh, promise you I will do whatever I can to assist you."

"Yeah right, he wanted to get involved so badly, he couldn't bear it" you laugh at Haruhi's comment.

"Now lift your head, Bossa nova-" "-Listen it's Kasanoda"

"From now on, you may address me as King. Okay, bossa nova?"

Your head falls to the side as you watch the interaction "Do you ever think that Tamaki may have a savior complex?" Kyoya chuckles "I thought that was obvious"

"That's not my name!"

"Are you listening to me Bossa nova? there are many differences between you and our beloved Mori-senpai, but there is also one very definitive thing that you are lacking, and that is a lovely item!"

You sigh, face palming "That is definitely not it"

"Bossa nova, I'd like to introduce you to a lovely item named Mitskuni. Sure Mori-senpai looks kinda mean-looking and he may seem distant when you first meet him. but what if we put Mitskuni on his shoulders? Suddenly, it's like he's a forest teddy bear that all animals ador. In addition, this lovely item also plays up Mori-Senpai's strong and silent character. Even without saying anything just by placing Honey-Senpai next to him, people begin to have a new-found admiration for Mori-Senpai. Suddenly he's seen in a positive light as a nice, quiet, young gentleman. That's the plan. I'm not exaggerating when I say most of Mori-senpai's charm is directly related to his friend honey-senpai"

"Yeah you're right"

"Now that you mention it Mori-senpai doesn't really do anything" "Yeah his position's totally bust."

"Takeshi have you really been using me this entire time?" Honey's eyes start to well up with tears. Mori shoots out of his chair in horror.

"I'm sorry, but Honey-senpai is on a long-term lease to Mori-senpai right now, so I can't let you borrow him"

"Is Tama-chan telling the truth? Are you renting me?"

"Don't worry, i'll come up with something to take his place. So the next thing we need to discuss is your disturbing yankee fashion sense. Now Hitachiin brothers-" "Sir!" "-It's your job to make this man more fashionable!"

The twins tackle him to the ground to begin their 'makeover'

"Poor guy, they're gonna eat him alive"

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"Huh? Somebody's out to get Mori-Senpai?"

"No doubt about it. I was there. I saw everything, he's obviously gotten on somebody's bad side"

"Nah, that's impossible. There's no way that Mori-Senpai would ever be on somebody's bad side"

"How can you be so sure? You don't know that"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Operation: Bossa nova's total image makeover is in full effect as of right now"

"Hold on! What the hell are you talking about!" Kasanoda shoot's out of his seat, running over to where Tamaki, the twins, and Honey are stood plotting.

"This is going to end in tears" kyoya hums to agree with you, flipping through his book. You lean over to speak in a hushed tone. "Where are we at with our little stalker issue"

"They aren't very discrete I must admit, it's a miracle that Kasanoda hasn't put it together yet"

"Yeah well...something tells me that social awareness isn't his strong suit"

As you look over you find that the rest of the host club are tackling Kasanoda once again who was already wearing cat ears and now wrestling him into a maid costume

The door creaks open suddenly "Sorry to bother you, but is the young lord Kasanoda here?"

You all look to Kasanoda where he's stood dressed as a catgirl maid "So here you are" Kasanoda get's in his face "Sir it's no big deal, you can do whatever you want in your spare time"

"What you think this is a hobby of mine? Damn it! I can't take this anymore!" Kasanoda runs out the room with the guy following.

"Well that ended as to be expected"

"Maybe an image change isn't what casanova needs"

"I think you're right" Honey notes.

"I could have told you that days ago"

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"Ah! Haruhi what happened? That's not blood is it?" Tamaki screaches as you all approach her and Kasanoda in the school gardens after following the two men after Kasanoda.

"Would you calm down? It's just a little paint"

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kasanoda stands up.

"Hey let go of me you bastard!"

"Damn it! You big behemoth!" You all look over to the two guys who are now aprehended by Mori, single handedly. "You play dirty Kasanoda, first you go kidnap our gang boss' kid, and then you make us deal with your damn musclebound lackeys? We know that you kidnapped the kid, just give him back, now!"

"We've heard enough out of you! We'll shut you up!" The twins tie them up.

"What the hell's going on here?"

"Don't you get it? See, Takashi wasn't on anyone's bad side these guys were after you. Until we caught them we decided not to say anything to you because we didn't want you to have to mess with them."

"I can't believe it, so you helped me? But how come"

"We can tell who the bad guys are by looking at them"

"I should probably go back and change clothes"

"Want us to come help you?"

"Drop dead"

The guy from earlier suddenly approaches the guys tied up "You dumbasses" he kicks them "Sonny!"

"Shut up! You've said enough today. Don't you get it? The reason I left was cause I was sick of hangin' out with the likes of you. Now get lost, you hear me?"

"Tetsuya, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry I've kept this from you sir. I'm Tetsuya Sendo, i am the son of the godfather of the Sendo syndicate, but i've always been opposed to the cutthroat way the syndicate goes about handling it's business. One rainy day about a year ago, my old man and i got into a fight and i ran away from home. I've never felt as anxious as I did that day, it was terrible I had nowhere to go and the people who passed me on the street just ignored me they pretended like I wasn't even there. And that's when I met you, young lord. The second I saw you I knew exactly what kind of person you were after that when I decided to join the Kasanoda syndicate, you kindly accepted me. Young lord, I know that you're more self-concious and awkward than most people but I also know that you're more kind-hearted than most people. And it's not just me, everybody in the whole syndicate knows it, they just don't say anything 'cause it would embarrass you. I, Tetsuya Sendo, realised that i wanted to become more like you. That's why I cut all ties with the Sendo Syndicate and instead joined the Kasanoda syndicate I hope young lord, that you'll allow me to remain by your side"

"Who'd have thought"

"What a great story, it's so touching"

"Oh I should probably apologise to Fujioka, after all it's my fault he got paint on his clothes"

"Haru-chan went back to change clothes!"

"Yeah? Okay" Kasanoda walks off

"We did a good thing guys"

"What are you talking about? You didn't do anything boss,

"Don't any of you care that Kasanoda went to see Haruhi, who is changing clothes?" The twins and Tamaki's faces fall as they dart off to chase after him.

"This can't be good"

You and Kyoya go to follow but before you do your phone buzzes "Wait" You place a hand on his chest to stop him while you read the message "Shit."

"What is it?"

"Sam finally decrypted those files I got from my contact, he's found proof that our theory is true, the ootori group has been knowingly keeping defunct equipment in circulation to cut costs and inflating perscription costs"

Next time on patience 'Tamaki's unwitting depression!'

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[rottenfox]

Chapter One || Life for a Life

LaDs x Reader (cisfem, chubby, black/poc coded though not explicit here)

||Summary|| You were just an average college student in a shitty world, already haunted by the monotony of adult life that waited for you after graduation. Your only comfort? A simple otome game you downloaded months ago. But what happens when you're violently pulled into their world and take the place of their lover? Can they love anyone else? Can they love you for you?

TW || depictions of death, allusions to suicide ...Sylus is not nice...

/| Prologue || Next |\

Wordcount || 1.8k

The soft virgin snow of December gave way to muddy slush of January, and you... were over it. The coffee in your hand did little to warm you up as you stepped out of the campus cafe. Another semester, your last one actually. College has not been kind to you. It was nothing like the trashy movies and sitcoms you would watch on a Sunday afternoon while your mother attempted to, once again tame the mess of curls that was your hair. Nor was it like those aesthetic moodboards and collages you made when you were younger.

No, it was only barely better than highschool; at least no one will lecture you about staying up all night on your phone... Well, other than yourself. "Just five more months," You sighed, nose buried into your scarf as you briskly moved towards your classes, "Just five more months." Though, if you were honest with yourself, there wasn't much waiting for you after those five months.

There weren't many job prospects for your major in this day and age, and in this economy, you were lucky to even find one in your field.

Maybe you could go for your Master's? What's a couple more years? ...Money...

No one barely spared a glance towards you as you entered the classroom. There was still some time before class started and you were one of the few people that took advantage of the free room to take your time and set up. 

There was only three -no, make that four other students. You nodded towards new arrival; or at least tried to. You could've sworn you saw a flash of long black hair at the door from the corner of your eyes as you sat down...

Shaking your head, you settled into your seat, phone pulled out and thumb quickly opening your newest obsession.

The only thing that really kept you from those depressing thoughts were the very things that kept you up all night. Your games. You played quite a few actually, though at the moment you've been addicted to an otome game known as Love and Deepspace.

The graphics were amazing and the Love interests were gorgeous in them, with such layered and complex personalities you had to remind yourself often that they weren't real. And their voices... Listening to them made your heart flutter in a way you've never had the opportunity to ever feel.

You bit your lip couldn't stop your giggle as Zayn popped up on your screen wearing those damned sunglasses and black button-up, before heading over to the- what the fuck! A glint of gold glared off your phone and you swore aloud and whirled around only to see nothing. The three other students eyed you as you sheepishly sat back down before looking back at your phone.

This happened again, and again through out the day. They were always there it felt like, just outside of your peripherals. Straight, long black hair, bouncing in the breeze, almost too much pale skin exposed in the winter air -all eerily similar to one another. Except for their outfits. Some were harder to catch what with how normal their clothes were; casual blouses, sweaters, skirts, and jeans made them melt so easily in the crowd when you turned to look. Some wore outfits that were much too formal for a frigid, gloomy day on the university campus. While others... Them and their outfits were the easiest to spot before they disappeared in the student traffic. Their clothes spoke of far lands and distant times with a much different climate than what the weather was outside.

You would think perhaps the Theatre Majors were concocting some weird performance piece if it weren't for the fact that they were always around you no matter where you wondered on campus... and staring.

It was getting to you, the staring. Your shoulders stayed hunched up to your ears as you ducked and weaved through the streams of students in an effort to avoid them, like frightened prey. Yet you still felt their eyes on you. So many eyes...

You couldn't take it anymore.

Air left you in breathless pants as you come to a shaky stop in front of the university's study pond. The surface was fractured, a layer of clear ice that slowly but surely melting as winter began to ween. The once teeming garden that surrounded the pond was now a cold husk of itself, it's usually vibrant colors dulling into a mess of dark mud and off-white mush. Jagged sticks and twigs stuck out of the dirty snow like a twisted version of their younger selves, waiting for the warmth of spring to return their colors.

Very few people knew of this this place, even fewer came to enjoy the quiet, and you hoped whoever was following you didn't know either... Had hoped.

You barely managed to catch your breath before that same prickly feeling of eyes burning into you itched the back of your throat. Once more, you whip around in an effort to catch the phantoms that have been lurking in the corners of your vision, expecting them to disappear like they have been all day.

You expected fewer of them.

Dozens of copies surrounded you, filling the skeleton garden, each with those same damned features. Long straight black hair, pale skin, and -now that you can fully see them- blank violet eyes. You knew those eyes... you know those outfits.

"It's you..."

"Finish it."

Their lips moved in unison but only one voice came out; cold and distant.

"What-"

"Finish it."

They repeated, taking a step forward. You took one back, trying to keep your distance from the mob of women... characters? They weren't suppose to be here. They weren't supposed to exist.

"I-I don't underst-"

"Finish it."

Another step forward and another step back. You can feel the heel of your shoe break through the ice at the pond's bank; no where to go. You stole a glance down and they pounced. Hands grabbed a hold of you, bodies pilling on top, and stumbled back into the icy water. Shards of ice pricked your ankles, then your calves before you stumbled backwards into the pond.

"Wha- STOP-!"

"Finish it."

Their tone never changed, their voice still clear even as they pushed you under the icy waters. The same flat faces and lifeless eyes stared down like your thrashing was nothing, like your shouts that turned to coughing then bubbling was only white noise. The blistering chill of shard-filled water that stabbed your throat, filled your lungs and stole your warmth until there wasn't much of a struggle anymore.

And yet, even as you still, you vision clouding and fading, you hear their -her- voice as you lost consciousness.

"Finish it."

.....

You awake with gasping lungs and pain.

Balmy, electrified air filled you lungs, burning away the blistering chill from your body while a sharp pain pulsed against your temple. You groaned, trying to gather your strength to lift your hand to check you head— only to be slammed back down into the concrete.

"Who are you."

The words came out like a growl, full of malice and barely contained rage. It was so familiar... You head rolls back with another groan of pain and finally you manage to open your eyes to—?

Sylus?

A flicker of recognition flashed across your eyes before you could stop it, and not moment after you found your world spinning and gravity hold slipping as your body was thrown and slammed against a crumbling wall, forcing that precious air out of your lungs once more. He was on you in an instant, and now you know why everyone trembled in his presence. This was not the sweet charming man who you knew behind the screen. This was not the the man who was patient and generous. This was not the Sylus you knew. 

This was the monster of the N109 Zone; this was the ruthless leader of Onychinus. And he was glaring down at your crumbled form with fury and vitriol burning in his eyes.

"You're lucky to get to hear the question a second time, so I would answer quickly. Who. Are. You."

With a shaky voice, you answer with a stutter, and it only makes his eyes darken even more. His jaw flexed and with a single step closer, he loomed over you.

"And what did you do with her?"

"What—"

"Where is she?" His fist collided with the wall behind you, and you can hear the slither of his evol bursting out like a viper to devour the concrete you leaned on before that same calloused hand wrapped around your neck.

How many times have you fantasized about this? The irony of the context is not lost on you.

"I will not ask a third time," his hand tightened around you throat, as he growled out his warning, low and filled with promise.

"I-I don't know—" Your panicked words briefly cut off with a hitch as his fingers squeezed just a touch, "—I don't even know how I got here! Please, I ACK—!"

Your voice was cut off as his hand clenched even tighter, your own scrambling to his wrist in a vain attempt to stop him.

He didn't even flinch when your nails dug into his skin, either because he was used to it or simply didn't register the pain. Most likely both. Blood red eyes stared impassively down at you struggling to breath as your fight became more desperate... then slow. Until only those merciless gems were left in your vision. To die again, once from the Her and now to one of the love interests What luck to have—

You dropped like a brick at his feet when he let you go, holding your sore throat as you cough and inhaled lung fulls of air. He didn't even wait, already turning and leaving you... Where exactly? Your eyes were swimming as you focused on the area around you: The blood red moon hanging overhead, dilapidated walls being eaten away by glowing red; you knew this place. This was Sylus's protofield stage. Which means you were in the N109 Zone.

"Hey! Wait please—!" You call out to his retreating figure with a rasp in your voice, hoping against everything that he would turn back around. "I still don't know where I am! I don't know where to go..." You voice trailed off as he disappeared into his mist leaving you alone in up there, the panic starting to set in as tears well up in your eyes. Your hand reaches up to wipe your eyes, only to be distracted by the feeling of something tacky on the side of your face. You piece together why your head hurt so much when you woke up when you see the blood coating your palm and even more of it staining your shoulder and chest.

You were in her body, no you had taken her place, body and all. Your skin wasn't the same porcelain white, your hair still had the same curls you grew up with, and your body was still the same less than perfect shape. Aren't stories like these suppose to be wish fulfillment? 

You chuckle at that stray thought, more tears falling down your cheeks as you lay down on the hard concrete, the laughter morphing into wails in the desolate night.

A/N || Happy valentine's! I hope y'all are enjoying the new banner like I am! I just need Raf and then I'll have all five! Finally managed to finish this chapter too, woo! I hope it's obvious now that I really want to explore the difference on how they treat others versus the MC. So unfortunately, y'all are gonna get their worst before their best.

Oh and if my analysis of Caleb from before wasn't obvious, he will also be a LI in here! Though it will take some time since this is starting after Sylus's route.

If you have any questions, please let me know!

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[au-roulette]

Happy June!

To celebrate the fact that we are now officially one month away from the start of AU Roulette, have a post detailing the 36 AUs included in this year's challenge -- or don't, if you'd rather be surprised.

This year's AUs have been curated to be intentionally broad, in the hopes that they will encourage unique takes on each prompt and the creativity of the authors participating. You are welcome to write anything that falls under the umbrella of your assigned AUs, whether it's an original universe, a fusion inspired by another fandom, or something else entirely.

(What's AU Roulette, some of you might be asking? An explanation can be found here, along with the link to sign-up!)

Without further ado -- the AU list, under a cut:

Roleswap - Maybe you want to switch two characters' places, do a class-swap for a D&D fandom, try your hand at an age-swap fic, or you have another idea.

Superhero -- Invent an original universe or do a fusion with one of the many popular big-screen superhero stories. Play it straight and give your favorite characters cool powers, or try a deconstruction of the genre. With great AUs comes great responsibility

Gothic Horror -- Castles. Ghosts. Vampires. Drama. Love that conquers Death. Take your inspiration from classic literature or a newer entry in the genre, like The Locked Tomb books. But be sure to make things spooky.

Post-Apocalypse -- Will the world end in fire or in ice? Or maybe economic collapse, war, zombies, or one of many other options? You write what happens next!

Fairy-Tale -- Pick a classic tale from the Grimms, Hans Christian Andersen, Asbjørnsen & Moe, Charles Perrault, or another favorite author to inspire your AU, try out a more modern re-telling, or use fairy-tale elements to craft your own story.

High Seas -- Including but not limited to Pirate AUs and other Age of Sail adventures. Try out something more historical, or throw in as many fantasy elements as you'd like -- or a bit of both.

Time Travel -- For fixing mistakes, making things worse, or time loops. Or maybe you want to write a fusion inspired by a piece of popular time travel media, like Doctor Who.

Western -- Another AU where writers are free to do their history research or to lean into more outlandish genre conventions. Cowboys, cowgirls, and cowpokes all welcome, of course.

Mythology -- Write a story inspired by your favorite myths and legends, from a whole host of different cultures. Or maybe you'd like to try your hand at writing some epic poetry?

Coffee Shop -- A classic everyone knows and has strong feelings about. Play it straight or add a twist, whichever suits your fancy! After all, no one said where the coffee shop has to be...

College/Academia -- Are the characters in your AU students? Professors? Weary adjuncts? Throwing hands at a conference? Some mix of the above?

Theater -- Put those characters on Broadway or cast them in a disaster of a community theater production. Or a school play! All that really matters is the show must go on.

Ghost/Cryptid Hunters -- Maybe you want to write a story starring the next Scooby-Doo crew, or maybe there really is something strange in the neighborhood. Or maybe it'll never be clear what really happened -- it's your choice!

Secret Agent -- Code words, code names, you name it. Write a story about spies, cryptographers, or any other clandestine operators. Take inspiration from history or from James Bond. Just don't spill your secrets too soon.

Detective -- Whether you're writing the world's greatest detective or someone who just can't get a clue, play up the mystery! Use a classic locale like 221B Baker Street or invent your own.

Cyberpunk -- Time to write cyborg identity crises and fight the machine (literally)! Take inspiration from classic media like Neuromancer or Blade Runner or make a totally new cyberpunk universe of your own creation.

High Fantasy -- Elves and dwarves and gnomes, oh my! This AU could encompass everything from Middle Earth to D&D AUs to your favorite high fantasy books you read over and over as a kid. Or maybe you have your own spell to weave.

Band/Musicians -- Whether you decide to make the characters in your AU famous pop stars, part of an orchestra, students at a conservatory, jamming together in their garage, or otherwise musically-inclined, have fun with it!

Reporter/Journalist -- For everything from local anchors and newspaper staff to big-league investigative reporters. Write characters who'll do anything to get a scoop or with a strong sense of justice -- it's your call!

Cosmic Horror -- You don't have to love Lovecraft to get creative with this AU. Make characters comprehend the incomprehensible, send them messages from beyond the stars, and get a little creepy.

Heist -- Will you write a story about master thieves? Vigilantes righting some wrong? What's being stolen and why? Try a Leverage AU or a caper of your own making.

Space Opera -- The genre encompassing works like The Expanse, Imperial Radch, Mass Effect, and Star Wars, brimming with galactic empires, alien species, and chivalric adventures. Write a fusion set in the universe of your favorite work in the genre, or invent a new one!

Sports/Athletics -- Pick a sport, any sport -- whether a team game like hockey, an individual one like archery, a paired one like figure skating, or something a little unconventional, like roller derby or HEMA. Then it's ready, set, write!

Historical Era -- An AU type absolutely bursting with potential, from medieval romances to 1920s Prohibition AUs, to ones inspired by historical fiction like Les Miserables. Whatever era of history strikes your fancy, you can write it.

Road Trip -- Pack your favorite characters in a car and don't forget the snacks. Or maybe the spaceship, or something else if you're feeling adventurous. Where are they headed and why? Only you know the answer!

Space Exploration -- Whether you want to write modern-day astronauts, a futuristic Star Trek AU, or something inspired by the space race, the sky isn't even the limit with this AU.

Urban Fantasy -- For all your modern-with-magic settings. Write an AU inspired by something like Teen Wolf, Artemis Fowl, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or much of Neil Gaiman's oeuvre, or invent your own world where witches and websites coexist.

Museum/Archives -- Have the characters in your AU working in the exhibits or behind the scenes, down in the collections or even as archaeologists or paleontologists. What secrets are waiting to be unearthed there?

Hospital -- A surprisingly flexible AU option -- are the characters working there, or the victims of some unfortunate accident? Or maybe it's a bit of both. Take it wherever you feel like.

Camping/Wilderness Survival -- Could be anything from a fun summer camp or camping trip to a nightmare survival scenario. Write everyone having s'mores around the campfire or something inspired by media like Yellowjackets, where they might be having... something else.

Steampunk -- A fantastic opportunity to get creative with your worldbuilding. Try your hand at some alternate history, or invent a world of airships and other flying machines of your very own.

Shapeshifter -- Can the characters in this AU turn into anything they want? Or maybe they're more limited, like selkies -- even unable to control their shapeshifting at all (can I get an "awoo" from the werewolf fans?)

Classic Literature -- An AU somewhat more dependent on fusion ideas, but still very flexible! Pick a favorite classic book or play and let it inspire your writing!

Dystopian -- Create your own awful society or let a favorite piece of media guide you, like writing a Hunger Games AU. Will the characters break the cycle, or end up trapped in it?

Renaissance Faire -- A recipe for chaos. Write a bunch or faire-goers or have the characters in your AU working at the faire! Adventures await.

Scientist/Mad Science -- Write characters as normal biologists, physicists, and chemists, the next Frankenstein, or as hapless experiments themselves!

[allthingsfangirl101]

Out of The Blue – Keys

Masterlist

I walked into my apartment and kicked off my shoes. I went upstairs and changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized flannel. The second I got downstairs, I collapsed onto the couch.

Right out of MIT, I got a job as a traveling coder. I meet with business professionals and owners and help them build their websites. After the first meeting, everything I did could be done from home.

I grabbed my laptop off my desk and took it to the family room. I put on the TV show I was currently binge-watching and slowly started working on my newest project. I was finishing up for the night when I glanced over and saw how late it was. I was just about to close my computer when it dinged. With furrowed eyebrows, I checked my email.

Walter McKeys.

My heart flipped and then plummeted into my stomach. I haven't talked to Keys since college. We were in a lot of classes together. We constantly studied together and helped each other with our homework. I was the one who gave him the nickname "Keys". He gave me the nickname "Buggy". He used to say that I was annoyingly good at finding and getting rid of computer bugs.

Memories came flooding back as I read his email.

Hey Buggy, It's been a long time. I'm sorry for this random email, but I've been thinking a lot about you lately. That's probably weird. To be honest, I don't really know how to explain why I'm emailing you. I've never been very good with words. I'm only good with code. You know that. How many times did we have to do a presentation and all I could do was the coding part? You were always the one who did the presentation and the talking part.

Sorry. I'm email-rambling. Anyway, I've been having this issue with a code and AI. I finally made the connection and figured out the problem. I only figured it out because of you. I know that doesn't make sense, Buggy, and I'm sorry. Please watch the video attached and maybe, just maybe, it'll make more sense.

Sincerely, Your Keys

As I finished the email, my breathing was unsteady, almost coming out in short gasps. I reread it over and over again, my mind spinning with questions. I opened the attachment, but for some reason, I couldn't play it. When I finally pressed play, Keys popped up on my laptop screen. From the looks of it, he was at his office late at night.

Why would he film this at his office and send it to me despite how late it was?

That question made me finally press play. I held my breath as Keys started talking.

"Hey, Buggy," he smiled at the camera. "I know this is kinda weird, but I need to get some things off my chest. I'm not sure if you know this but for the last year, I've been working for Soonami on a game called, "Free Life". Lately, I've noticed something. . . Strange. Before I explain, I need to confess something. A while ago, I created a game with a friend of mine called, Life Itself. To be honest, Y/N, I used part of your code from our senior project."

Keys looked away from the camera and sighed. When he looked back, my chest tightened at the look on his face.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," he whispered. "I should've. . . I changed it a little bit. Your code was focused on programming. All I did was adapt it for gaming. I'm sorry. I know I should've called and asked for your permission. I really hope that doesn't make you hate me."

He cleared his throat and took a minute to get his thoughts back on track. "Anway," he continued, "Soonami bought "Life Itself". They claimed to have shelved it, but my friend Millie found proof that they didn't. For you to understand what happened, I need to introduce you to Guy."

I smiled when his scream split and I saw the character he started talking about. "He's supposed to be an NPC, but something changed. Now, from the beginning. . . Guy's behavior is much more complex than it should be, thanks to our code."

My heart jumped when he called it "our code".

"But he's still stuck in "Free City,"" he continued. "He's still stuck in his life, this loop. And then, something changes. He comes to life. Why? And then I remembered. One of the characters from "Life Itself" was this guy that I nicknamed, "Lovelorn". And he was someone who was designed to never meet the right person. It was essentially the building blocks of the character. But he never stopped hoping that he would meet "the girl of his dreams". So I had to base this girl off of someone. . . and who better than the person that I was sitting next to every day? You."

My breathing sped up and I felt my heart jump back into my throat as he continued to explain to me what was going on.

"But then, one day, he meets Millie in "Free City", and once he sees her. . . he can never be the same. He was supposed to feel doomed, but instead, he feels alive until eventually, he is alive. Millie changed him. You wrote the code that was able to be changed by one person. One connection. You brought him to life, Y/N. You wrote the code that brought him to life. And he was alive because he met the one person he'd been waiting for his whole life. And I had to make it realistic, so. . . I based it off of. . . You. The woman of his dreams. . . she was the same as mine."

I hit the pause button, my heart beating against my chest. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to put my thoughts together.

"But Millie is the one who met him," I mumbled under my breath. "She's the one who brought him to life. . . I just wrote his code."

I grabbed my bag and headed to my car but stopped when I realized what time it was.

I went to bed but as soon as I got up, I found Soonami's address. I anxiously drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I got close. I signed in at the front desk and headed up to the offices. The entire time I was in the elevator, I kept repeating what Keys said in the video.

"Hello, gorgeous," a guy smirked. "I'm Mouser. And you are?"

"Not looking for you," I said harshly. "Where's Keys?"

"Not here," he shrugged. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"You got an address?"

* * * * *

When I pulled up to Keys' apartment complex, my nerves made me freeze. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say to him when and if he opened that door. I barely found the courage to park my car and head up to his place.

I got to his door but hesitated before knocking. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer. The longer it took him, the closer I got to turning around and running away. I was just about to when the door opened.

"Y/N," Keys stuttered.

"Hi," I said, my voice softer than I wished. "We need to talk about that video."

He sent me a small smile and nodded. I took a shaky breath when he opened the door and moved aside for me to come in. I walked in and instantly started nervously playing with my hands.

"Have a seat," he invited me.

"Nice place," I mumbled as I looked around but didn't sit down.

"Thanks," he chuckled, clearly embarrassed. He cleared his throat before attempting to break through the tension. "So, that video. . ."

"Millie brought him to life," I cut him off. "Not me."

"It was your code," he shrugged with a small look on his face.

"You said I was the woman of your dreams," I continued, "but your friend Millie is the one who brought him to life. Not me. So according to that, she should be the woman of your dreams."

"But she's not," he said, slowly taking a step closer to me. "Millie has a lot in common with you. She loves bubblegum ice cream, swingsets, and Mariah Carey. So yes, Millie is the one that Guy ran into, but it was the similarities that he fell for. In fact, if you had run into him in the game, you would have brought him to life."

"Keys, this is. . . I don't understand. . . I just. . ."

I cut myself off when he leaned in, his face inches from mine. "I know I was rambling," he whispered, "but there is one important part in what I said."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've had a lot of time to think about this," he continued. "You're the woman of my dreams, Buggy."

Before I could say anything, Keys leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. My mind was swimming as I slowly kissed him back. He broke the kiss with a small smile on his face. We looked into each other's eyes as we struggled to catch our breaths.

"I know this was completely random," he whispered with his forehead pressed to mine, "but I couldn't stop thinking about you, Buggy. Every day I fixed the coding issues with Free Life, I thought about you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the night we graduated from MIT."

"That video. . ." I whispered but didn't continue.

"Was my cowardly way of admitting my feelings for you," he said with a small chuckle as he leaned back. I held my breath as he reached forward and gently grabbed my hands, slightly pulling me closer.

"Say it," I said under my breath.

"Say what?" He asked, slightly tilting his head.

"Confess to me what you confessed in the video."

Keys smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"You are the woman of my dreams," he whispered. "I created the character Lovelorn and kinda based him off of me. I designed him to never meet the right person because I was worried I never would. As I was creating him and "the girl of his dreams", I started basing her off the first girl that came to my mind. You. I thought about what I felt as we sat next to each other and worked on our senior projects. I thought about how I felt when you helped me with my code. I thought about how badly I wanted to be more than just coding partners. You, my dear Buggy, are the woman of my dreams."

I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he tightened his arms around my waist and kissed me back. We let out matching laughs as we fell back onto his couch. He hovered over me, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I've missed you, Buggy."

"I've missed you too, Keys."

[classygreydove]

Dark Mode Work Skin for the fic To Be a Dragon Among Men

This is the code and urls for the custom dark mode work skin I made for my fic To Be a Dragon. Feel free to use it for your own works or for site skins, just remember to credit my user if you do.

[EDIT 25-03-18: Fixed padding for .frameborder class]

Additional Resources

A Step-by-Step Guide to Work Skins from AO3 News - A great basic guide to what work skins are and how to make one.

How to Apply Work Skins to Others' Works by classygreydove - This is a guide I made on how to make a work skin into a site skin. You'll need to know this if you want to apply the work skin to any fic you want to read.

How to Change Work Skin Font by classygreydove - Don't like the font I use for the work skin? Don't worry, I'll show you how to change it.

Light Mode CSS - You can find the code for the Light Mode work skin here.

Light and Dark Mode Backgrounds - You can find the background images for the Light and Dark Mode work skins here.

Other Background Options - Here are a few mid-tone backgrounds that will have a lower contrast to the text.

Line Breaks (for Phone) - Do you like the custom dragon line breaks? Here's the phone-sized ones.

Line Breaks (for Wide Screens) - Do you like the custom dragon line breaks? Here's the laptop-sized ones.

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[byeuijoo]

fake a kiss and heal a heart 𐀔 han dongmin

⠀⠀⠀chapter two. : false emergency & another drink.

warnings : alcohol consumption, low self-esteem, crying, like one swear word, mention of throwing-up ⋆ word count : 4,776

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A WEEK HAD PASSED SINCE YOU LAST SAW HAN DONGMIN, and since that unforgettable chaotic party, you had received no news from him. at the same time, after escaping the house like thieves, you parted ways to continue your respective homeward journeys, letting brief goodbyes fly in the wind from your fingertips. despite dongmin's insistence on walking you home that night, you assured him that everything would be fine and he absolutely had to go home and take care of himself — you still remember his cheeks and eyes red from the torrents of tears he shed. and afterwards, you waited a long time for any message from him, just to know he was feeling better. but nothing. no message, no call, nothing at all. so you tried to think of something else, to go on with your life as it was before you met him, go to school, see your friends.. but your subconscious kept bringing your thoughts back to his pretty black cat eyes. had he been crying again? was he, at least, going to class? was he eating properly? a whole host of unanswered questions stayed in your head, because after all, you'd just played a part during one night.

so today, like every other day, you were off to class, spending the day with your closest friends, laughing and chatting, making fun of your science teacher's disastrous new haircut, before you rush off to your part-time job at the little grocery store down your apartment, serving the same customers at the same time again and again. and again. at least, dongmin was part of what finally changed your daily routine — even if in reality, you had nothing to complain about.

greeting your replacement colleague as you pushe open the door to the deserted street, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. thinking it was your mother calling again to see if you were eating properly, you let out a long sigh leave your lips, before discovering the contact name displayed on your screen. han dongmin. han dongmin. you repeated in your head, frowning, before finally picking up the phone. « hello? » you say softly, squinting as you hear all the noise that seems to be coming from the other side of the cellar. « y/n? it's han dongmin. » — his voice sounded fluid, if slightly shaky. was he drinking? starting to walk down the street, you spoke again after a few seconds, « i know. i know it's you. is everything okay? »

« are you free? like right now? » he asked, a little too brusquely, « there's a party planned and i've only just decided to go, will you come with me? »

it was a bit hasty — you hadn't even gone home yet, and you already had to go and meet him. you hesitated for long seconds, leaving him unanswered on the other end of the line, biting your lower lips out of habits, weighing the pros and cons. after all, if you think about it, you've got absolutely nothing else to do : your homework was already done, your apartment was tidy.. but you still had to go home and feed your cat. « well.. okay, of course, i can come. but please, give me 20 minutes to go home to feed my cat, okay? » you replied, quickening your pace to reach your apartment, which was not far from your working place. you heard him mumble something, and the noise was momentarily muffled, before his voice became clear again, « okay. thank you, i'll send you the address by message. »

after saying goodbyes and see you laters, you finally reached your apartment building, casually typing in your code before taking the elevator to your floor. when you opened the door to your home, you were instantly greeted by a little black cat who seemed to have missed you very much, the latter rubbing your leg in an affectionate gesture. « hey buddy, » you say in a voice that's far too high-pitched, lowering yourself to his level to caress his back, « are you hungry? mommy's home to feed you. »

after getting rid of your shoes for a moment, you rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a bag of cat meat, preparing the bowl. while he quietly savored his meal, you stroked the top of his head, wondering why dongmin's voice sounded so strange on the phone. « was he already at the party..? » you asked yourself, your attention drifting to your phone, which showed you a new notification. the young boy had just sent you the address of his current location. while ensuring that your pet finishes its meal, you put on a slightly warmer jacket to face the night's cold wind, slipping on your shoes again before stepping outside. entering the address into your phone's gps, you hurriedly followed the indicated path, not wanting to keep him waiting too long.

but to your astonishment, when you arrived at the building associated with this address, you were faced with a bar, where a few groups of friends and a few drunks seemed to be enjoying the loud music and free-flowing alcohol. that was the party? sighing as you put your phone away in your jacket pocket, you entered the building, looking all around you for any trace of dongmin in the crowd. and after a few seconds of searching, you saw him leaning against a table, no doubt refilling yet another glass of soju. approaching his table, you finally stop beside him, pushing an almost accusatory index finger against his shoulder, « so.. this is your so-called last-minute party? »

the boy raised his face to yours, his expression changing at the sight of you. his eyes were slightly red, in contrast to his cheekbones, which betrayed his level of alcohol consumption, his hair was slightly a mess and the stupid smile on his lips showed perfectly that his thoughts weren't the clearest in the world. « oh y/n, you're here ! » he says cheerfully, raising his glass to you before finishing it in one gulp, right in front of your astonished eyes, « i was waiting for you. » he added, moving aside slightly to make room for you to sit next to him. throwing off your jacket, you settled on the bench next to him as he motioned to the waiter to bring him more bottles, before meeting your stern gaze. « what? » he asked, in a slightly mocking tone, « the party's just a small group. you, me and soju. »

rolling your eyes at his answer, you rested your back against the back of the seat, crossing your arms against your chest, while he busied himself pouring you both a drink. when he had finished, he handed you the little glass tumbler, tilting his head slightly to one side, giving him a very cute look, « drink with me? » — hesitating for a few seconds, you finally gave in to temptation, grabbing the glass before tapping it gently against his, finally letting the alcoholic liquid run down your throat. in the end, there was nothing wrong with spending an evening in his company, even if alcohol clearly controlled his actions.

you watched him for long minutes as he talked to you about everything and anything, spouting off sometimes incomprehensible words at record speed. he, who seemed so shy and reserved in the short time you'd seen him last, seemed to have shattered the glass shell that had previously surrounded him. it was another side of him that seemed to appeal to you, it was different and interesting, even if it was thanks to all the alcohol he'd ingested, a cheerful dongmin who put aside his sadness was suddenly a little more attractive. so you let him do whatever he wanted, watching him swallow glass after glass of soju as if it were lemonade, and the redness spread to the top of his cheeks, before invading his nose. resting your cheek against the palm of your hand, the latter holding it in place, you sometimes slipped a few chips into his mouth to put something other than alcohol in his stomach — you still had to prevent him from getting sick the next day, even if you could bet the headache would last all day.

as time passed, the night grew darker and darker and the bar's population became less frequent, leaving only a few people busy happily consuming around you, with a background of music that is more than pleasant. a gentle smile tugged at your lips as you mumbled the lyrics to the song that was playing, watching your friend play mechanically with the cork of one of the many empty bottles on the table. even though sleep crackled lightly in your eyes, you weren't about to leave him alone : at the very least, your mission was to make sure he got home in one piece at the end of the evening. « y/n.. » he said suddenly, an octave below his previous tone, drawing your attention and making you frown, « why did she give up on me? »

your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, unsure of what to say. his trembling voice seemed to be filled with bitterness and bad feelings — his cheerful alcohol was suddenly leaning towards a sad one. knowing that you couldn't find the words to comfort dongmin, you simply continued to watch him with compassionate, desolate eyes. a sigh left his lips as he placed his hands against his eyes, a sniffle denouncing a sob coming up, prompting you to place your hand against his shoulder. « you know.. » he started, even if his voice was camouflaged by his hands, you could clearly understand his words, « no matter how hard i try, i can't figure out what i did wrong to make her go away. »

it was strange to be able to feel someone's pain and sadness just by the way they spoke, by the tone used, by the crack of the voice, and the sob stifled in the back of the throat. even though dongmin tried to hold back the tears at the barrier of his eyes as much as possible, some of them managed to escape and slide down his cheeks to stain the blue of his t-shirt. you could hear him sniffling, trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling deep down, to be able to cry out his pain to the world and evacuate the remorse that crackled in his heart. breaking up with someone is never easy when you've sincerely loved them — you feel that all the feelings you have confided to this person, were in vain. dongmin pursed his lips for a few seconds, preventing them from trembling as he seemed to rub his eyes so hard it burned, but the touch of your warm fingers on his neck encouraged him to continue confiding in you.

he was terribly angry at himself for lying to you about a supposedly non-existent party, when the truth was that he simply didn't want to be alone tonight. he could very well have asked jaehyun or woonhak to stay with him, but the comfort they brought him was not the same as yours. in his head, the images of the other party played over and over again like an old broken record, the sight and sound of jieum introducing her new boyfriend echoed in every corner of his head like an evil curse. and ever since, he's been comparing what she had before with what she has now : he was no match for sungho. at first glance and from what he had learned since, sungho was tall, super handsome, broad-shouldered and sporty, very intelligent, mature and interested in many things. he was top of his class, helpful, cute.. in another terms, he was perfect. it was much more than dongmin had to offer. he can't help but think that way — but the sensation of your mouth against his was still perched on his lips, like a soft, sweet, comforting veil. that's what led him to believe that the comfort you brought him was different from that of his friends, something about you made his heart bleed less. it was inexplicable. he remembers the glimmer of hope that crackled in his fingertips when his gaze met yours after the fiasco of this party, which is probably also why he felt he could confide even the saddest details of his life.

« dongmin, you don't have to- » you began to say, speaking again after a long silence in which just the music and laughter of other dudes, far too loud, disturbed your peace and quiet, but dongmin spoke again, removing his hands from his face to pull on his sleeves like a child, « you know she told me she never really loved me? »

and at that precise moment, your heart clenched in your chest. you couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt at her words — especially when it was clear that, he, was really, really in love with her. a tear rolled down his cheek, and you hurried to wipe it away, using your sleeve to touch his skin and rid it of that drop of salty water. « i think i gave my all in that relationship, she really seemed to love me, i swear, » he continued, sniffling as he played mechanically with the edge of his sweatshirt, « but i guess i was just a pawn in her life. a distraction before she finds something better elsewhere. » a wobbly, almost mocking laugh escaped his lips before he raised his glass to his lips, finishing it in one gulp. your index finger glided along the back of dongmin's neck, tapping against his skin, simply to remind him that you were there, listening to him. « what a fucking idiot. i was so naive.. » a sigh left his lips before he stared at the ground, closing his eyes to contain more tears.

« don't be so hard on yourself, » you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of his jaw, « you're the one who suffers most in this story. » — seeing that he didn't react to your words, you decided to simply admired him silently, your eyes tracing the curves of his face with a simple glance. how could a boy be so pretty when he was crying? you thought, looking at his cheekbones and especially the tip of his nose reddened by the tears that constantly threatened to roll down his cheeks. dongmin was already a member of the category of pretty boys you had met or seen in your life, but seeing how cute he was, even with such sadness in his eyes, made your little heart go crazy. you probably shouldn't say things like that, especially since he was so devastated and was confiding in you about his unhappiness, but you couldn't help yourself. the boy hadn't stopped occupying your thoughts for a few days, so to be able to see him again now made you a little happy — putting aside the reasons for his call.

« i really thought i could be loved, you know, just for who i am, » his voice was even more broken now, and even though you wanted to stop him from saying that kind of thing, you decided to remain silent, « but i guess i'm not good enough for that. »

but those were the most unjustified words you've ever heard : you may not have known him very well, as your meeting was quite recent, but for the little you did know, dongmin was anything but unloveable. so you couldn't let him say those things about himself, you had to change his mind, and you swore you'd succeed in changing his negative thoughts. no matter how long it takes. « yah, han dongmin, » you say suddenly, drawing his attention, his teary eyes settling on your face, « get these stupid ideas out of your head. »

your hands settled on his cheeks, the feel of your cold fingers against his skin making his heart race. using your thumbs, you grazed his cheekbones to chase away the almost dry tears that had managed to escape his pretty hazelnut eyes. your pupils juggled from one eye to the other, letting a small, sincere smile cling to your mouth. « if she's not capable of loving you, you'll find someone else who will, okay? » you almost whispered, but loud enough for him to hear your words despite the loud music and bursts of laughter. dongmin couldn't control the tears that mingled with your fingers on his cheeks, trying not to burst into tears at the mere thought that jieum really didn't have a single sincere feeling towards him. « you're not a lost cause, and you're worth loving, » you added, caressing his skin tenderly, and only god knows how grateful he was to the alcohol for turning his face red, so you wouldn't notice the shyness crackling on his cheeks, « believe me, your heart will eventually erase jieum to accept someone else's love. »

see. this is the kind of comfort dongmin was thinking of : the kind that warms your heart until it burns, the kind that creates whirlwinds in your stomach, the kind that blurs your thoughts. that's the kind of comfort you were able to give him, far more effective than that of even his closest friends. the boy in front of you nibbled lightly on his lower lip, while you busied yourself chasing away the tears escaping from his eyes — and the urge to place a kiss on the tip of his reddened nose was growing stronger and stronger. but he decided to act before you did, letting his body fall heavily against yours, camouflaging himself in your arms like a child eager for warmth. you could feel his whole body trembling as your fingers came to wrap around his waist, holding him against you, as his forehead rested against the warmth of your neck. he didn't say a word, and you didn't dare make a sound, preferring simply to hold him against your heart until he feels better and this bubble of sadness finally deigns to leave him in peace.

so you laid your cheek against the top of his head, your fingers dancing mechanically along his spine, music lulling your alcohol-fogged thoughts. well.. especially him. you didn't dare imagine how much this soju consumption would cost him, observing the number of dead bottles on the edge of the table. you just sincerely hoped that drinking wouldn't become a habit — you were going to keep an eye on him for the next few weeks to make sure about it. moving your fingers up to the nape of his neck, you felt his body get heavier, and slower breathing.. did he fell asleep? tilting your head slightly, you finally caught sight of his closed eyes and slightly open mouth, alcohol having taken its toll on his fatigue levels.

« eh, han dongmin.. » you said, gently shaking his arm so as not to rouse him, but even after several attempts, the poor exhausted boy remained completely asleep. a long annoyed sigh left your lips — you certainly didn't need to deal with a drunken young adult at the end of the evening. but you definitely couldn't leave him there. first of all, it wasn't your style, and on top of that, you didn't want anything bad to happen to him. he'd already had a bad enough night to have to deal with waking up in a bar the next day. looking around, you wondered how you were going to get him home. you didn't know his address, you didn't have a car, and you definitely couldn't carry him through all the streets of seoul. maybe you could contact one of his friends to come and pick him up? it seemed to be the best solution. but in order to do that, you needed to find his phone first, so you could find that someone's number. diverting your gaze to your table, you found dongmin's phone resting on a paper napkin, and as you moved, trying as best you could not to wake him, you caught his cell phone between your fingers, before putting a victorious smile on your face, « got it..! »

pressing the button to unlock it, you inevitably came face to face with the face id — of course, he had to protect his phone's data like everyone else. biting your lip and pretending to think, a brilliant idea occurred to you. turning the screen on again, you placed it in front of dongmin's face, hoping very, very hard that it would unlock despite his closed eyes and lack of vitality. « please.. » you whispered, squinting your eyes until a victorious little scream escaped your mouth at the sight of his home screen. it was a little worrying that it was so easy, but it did work. good for you. opening the message application, you glanced over the conversations to find one of the people he talked to the most, and just as you were about to press a certain jaehyun, your eyes fell on a more than interesting name.

“ girlfriend ”

titling your head slightly to the side, you mentally kicked yourself for wanting so badly to find out who was behind the name. was it jieum? was it someone else? but if he already had a girlfriend, why did he hire you as one last time? pursing your lips in hesitation, you finally clicked into the conversation, and what you discovered caused your heart to miss a beat.

the sight of your recently exchanged messages flashed before your eyes. so it was you? but, why did he name you like that? you didn't understand why he simply didn't write your name, as you did. maybe it was just so no one would suspect a certain fake relationship. or maybe he did it before he knew your name. which seemed unlikely, in reality. the phone finally locked in your fingers, under your question-filled eyes, and even though you seemed genuinely shaken by this discovery, you still had to find a way to get dongmin out of that bar.

as you seemed deep lost in thought, the boy in your arms moved slightly, his arms clinging to you like a baby koala to its mother. his face camouflaging itself a little more in your neck, his breathing now tickling your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine and drawing your attention. your pupils settled on his face, which you caught a glimpse of the shadow of his eyelashes marrying the apple of his cheeks — even marked by the sadness that seemed to consume him from within, dongmin remained a boy so cute he made your heart flutter. brushing his cheek with your fingertips, a light sigh left your lips, « or shall i take you home with me? »

bringing your phone to your ear, you gave your address to the cab driver, who told you he'd be there in a few minutes. nodding to the waiter, you kindly asked him if you could pay the bill, and if he would be so kind as to help you escort dongmin to the extension — which he did, offering you the prettiest of smiles, but you seemed far too preoccupied with something to notice. dongmin seemed slightly less sleepy as the cold outside tickled the tip of his nose, but that didn't stop him from camouflaging himself in your arms again, his face once more wrapped in the collar of your jacket and your neck. « what do we do? » he managed to articulate, his hands clutching at the fabric of your coat as you looked down the road for the cab that was due to arrive any second, « we're going home. » you answered simply, while he just nodded, without protest or questions.

once the car ride was over, when you thought he was going to throw up all the alcohol he'd consumed on the back seats, you made him walk with difficulty to your building. as he mumbled through his teeth, his eyes struggling to stay open, you pressed the elevator buttons and waited patiently for it to reach your floor. « i'm sleepy.. » he whispered, once again letting all his weight fall into your arms. holding him upright with as much force as possible, you swiveled your head to face his, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek in the process. « we're almost there, can you make one last effort, please? » your voice sounded much more pleading than you'd intended, but you could swear your arms would eventually give out if you had to keep carrying him to your living room.

so he complied, nodding positively at your tone of voice, not without leaning against one of your shoulders to avoid collapsing on the ground. dongmin knew he'd probably forget some of the details of this long evening, but he promised himself he wouldn't forget to apologize to you for the embarrassment he'd caused. he'd probably feel ashamed for having let himself go so much during the night, especially right now — but the dark-haired boy told himself that it was so easy to talk to you, that blurting out what was in his mind and in his heart lately, wasn't such a big mistake. in general, he wasn't the type to confide in others, preferring to play it cool, but with you, everything seemed different, as if he entered a different world every time you were around. was he going crazy? probably. but it was nothing as long as he could meet you in his madness.

the sound of your key in the lock woke him from his thoughts, as he advanced like a robot controlled by your hands in this room that was totally unfamiliar to him. he couldn't express the joy he felt when his body came into contact with something soft, warm, while your hands were busy taking off his jacket, still cold from the outside air. placing his belongings on the coffee table, you helped him to lie down properly on your sofa. without further ado, dongmin fell asleep almost instantly, by the time you had run back and forth between your bedroom and the living room to bring him a warm blanket. unfolding the latter, you placed it gently on him, covering his whole body so he wouldn't catch cold. you quickly poured him a glass of water and left some headache pills on the table, convinced that the day after that evening was not going to be kind to him.

crouching down beside him, you watched dongmin's sleeping face for a few seconds, tucking a lock of his dark hair neatly back against his forehead. he looked so peaceful : probably thinking of nothing but sleep, leaving aside all his bad thoughts from his daily life. something inside you was forming, as your heart became attached to this new person in your life. dongmin, who was supposed to be just an employer, now seemed to be moving into a much more important category. the one your heart particularly loved to control. it might be hard to believe, even a little crazy, but you felt closer to him than to some of your friends at the moment.

gently caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, a sweet smile clung to your lips. « so much pain for someone so young.. » you whispered, almost like an inaudible sigh, thinking back to all the devastating sadness you'd seen in him tonight. he really looked broken, destroyed because of what jieum had done to him, when he seemed to have done nothing but love her during those long months. life was sometimes cruel even to the most beautiful people in this world — so all you could do was try to pick up the pieces of his heart, one by one. and that would take as long as it took to mend. but you swear to restore dongmin's ability to feel loved.

« you deserve to be happy, han dongmin. good night. »

and with one last kiss on his forehead, you let the pretty boy occupy your couch for one night.

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