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Tangled in Wonderland - A Simulation

author note: ... so this got out of hand and ended up being over 6500 words x-x really curious to see how you guys like it and react to the twist. i'm so anxious if you guys will enjoy it that i can't even right my usual rambly A/N!!

characters: Idia Shroud x GN!Reader, Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

Thump. Thump. Thump. Slam.

You sighed.

The sound of quarrelling which, through Ramshackle’s thin walls, sounded like it could be happening right next door to you.

The sound of a quiet but stern lecture, a voice full of authority that would not stand being questioned.

You rolled over in bed and checked the time on your phone. 7:00 am. On a Saturday. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach and buried your face in your pillow – not the best quality but comfortable enough – as Grim snored, spread out at the foot of the bed. You were pretty sure he could sleep through a hurricane.

Just why had you agreed to allow the NRC Tribe to stay here, again? Perhaps it was masochism?

But that didn’t do Vil any justice. He had warned you that tenacity was Pomefiore’s thing.

The morning after Vil had grandly declared that he had moved in was… Something. The best way you could describe it was that it played out like a fever dream. You had hoped it was, actually. You kept pinching yourself, hoping you’d wake up any moment. Of course, you didn’t.

You had woken the next morning to Vil knocking on your door. He was rather insistent, as he didn’t leave even when you ignored his knockings in favour of burying yourself further into the warm comfort of your bed. Finally, you dragged yourself out of bed and ripped open the door, glaring bleary eyed at Vil, who stood looking annoyingly immaculate for so early in the morning.

“I’ve prepared us some breakfast. I see you need time to get ready, but please do hurry. I have a schedule to keep.” Vil informed you, not even waiting for your response as he turned on his heel and walked down the hall. You grumbled and slammed the door shut, reeling both from the early morning veiled insult and the fact that somehow Grim had slept through it all, still snoring away peacefully on your bed.

You readied yourself as quickly as you could but took an extra few moments to smooth out your appearance more than you usually would. You’d be sitting opposite Vil Schoenheit after all, and you could really do without his comments this early in the morning.

You walked down to the lounge to see that Vil had indeed set the table up for breakfast. Mismatched bowls filled with yoghurt, berries, and some sort of… Seeds? A jug of orange juice also sat on the table, just enough for one glass each, along with a heartier jug filled to the brim with water. You had to admit, you hadn’t had such a healthy, well put together breakfast since you got there. Most days you had to forgo your breakfast entirely in order to stop Grim terrorising the school population before first period began. If this was Vil’s charm offensive, you could get behind it.

“This was the best I could do with your dorm’s… Limited implements,” Vil sighed as he drizzled a modest serving of honey on his own bowl of yoghurt before pushing the honey container towards you, “I would have brought my blender but I wasn’t if Ramshackle had running electricity.” Vil commented dryly, “does Crowley not ensure you have the needed facilities to live adequately? That man is shameless.”

Now this was a conversation you could get behind.

“Crowley doesn’t ensure anything ever.” You grumbled as you drizzled some honey onto your own yoghurt bowl under the watchful eye of Vil. The amount you put must have been satisfactory because he didn’t say anything, only began to mix his spoon in his own bowl.

“The prize money from the SDC would help change that. You could get yourself better kitchenware, maybe some more soft furnishings…” Vil began, and you rolled your eyes as you munched on some berries. Nice segway.

“Not interested.” You responded bluntly, although Vil didn’t seem too surprised by that. He picked up the orange juice jug, pouring you a glass first before filling his own, as manners would dictate. “Why are you so against the NRC Tribe staying here? You only stand to gain from doing so. Whilst there may be a bit of disruption, I’ve assured you that I would keep disruption to your routine to a minimum. I must say… I do find your stalwart refusal a little odd.” Vil stared hard at you now, and you tried not to visibly squirm from the intensity that he was studying you.

It seemed that all your efforts to not bring attention to yourself were doing the exact opposite in this situation. Vil found your behaviour odd, and Ace and Deuce had also found your behaviour odd when you didn’t attend the Pomefiore ballroom when you were requested to do so. It was rather annoying, actually, how all your hard work to be as unnoticeable as possible was turning out to be fruitless.

But if there was one thing you could rely on for a believable defence, it was the inherent selfishness of the Night Raven College students (and arguably, staff).

“Why should I go out of my way to help you? Regardless of what you offer, it sounds like a pain. I have to accommodate seven extra students? On top of all the trouble I get from Grim anyway? Sounds like a drag. Plus I enjoy having my own space.” You quipped back, your expression indifferent.

“Hmph. It seems like you fit in here more than you think.” Vil shot back sassily, an elegant eyebrow raised at your open self-centeredness.

All throughout breakfast you and Vil had an unproductive back and forth where he tried to gain some ground on getting the training camp to go ahead in Ramshackle. It was exhausting, but you managed to hold out long enough that breakfast was over and there was no reason to stay at the table any longer, for either of you. You were just leaving the lounge when there was a energetic knock on Ramshackle’s main doors. You sighed, wondering why someone else was now knocking on your door, but for all you knew it could be Ace and Deuce, wanting to walk with you to class. That reminded you that you needed to get Grim up too. Reluctantly, you walked towards the entrance, pulling one of the creaky doors open.

“Bonjo—”

You slammed the door shut.

“That was rude. Rook is here to walk with me to class. He also is delivering my blender.” Vil scolded, having followed you partially to the entrance, obviously predicting that it was Rook. You groaned loudly regardless of this, bumping your forehead lightly against the entrance door’s old wood. You had to deal with Rook Hunt now too? This was getting out of hand.

Grudgingly, you pulled open the door again, not bothering to mask your expression of displeasure as you stared at Rook, who stood with his usual enigmatic smile on your doorstep, with a blender tucked carefully under his arm.

“Ahh Trickster! How delightful your disgruntled expression looks first thing in the morning! Magnifique! Like a raging storm cloud threatening the blue skies! And Roi de Poison, as radiant as ever! Like the brightest of suns in comparison! Oh, how I wish I could burn this image into my mind forevermore!” Rook enthusiastically sang, and it was as if you could feel your mood plummeting in real time.

“Oh give it a rest…” You muttered under your breath, having to duck out of the way as Vil breezed past you and grabbed the blender off of Rook. “Yes, that is quite enough of that, Rook. There is no cloud on this earth that could threaten my shine.” Vil commented, disappearing back into Ramshackle to no doubt deposit his blender in the kitchen. “Of course not, beautiful Vil!” Rook eagerly agreed.

Now why were you catching back handed insults from both Pomefiore housewardens?!

You grumbled under your breath about this, but Rook didn’t seem to mind or care. He continued to smile at you, watching you with those ever-observing eyes.

“You seem agitated, Trickster! But might I say, you do look beautiful this morning. A fine colour to your cheeks and a wicked glint in your eye! I see that your shared breakfast with Vil has done wonders for your complexion and spirit already.” Rook continued, managing to look harmless and sly at the same time. Quite the feat.

How exactly did he know that you had breakfast with Vil?! Had he been watching you? You cursed internally, swearing to yourself that you’d buy some thick curtains for Ramshackle out of your next allowance. But knowing Rook, that wouldn’t be enough.

Instead, you glare at Rook and point a finger at him, which he watches with glee, as if he is enjoying the situation. “Stop talking.” You say firmly, and he holds his hands up genially, not at all offended at your shortness. In your opinion, Rook Hunt was a whole valid reason on why you didn’t want the NRC Tribe to stay at Ramshackle.

“Rook, it’s time for us to go. I don’t want to be late.” Vil declared as he strode out of Ramshackle, and you had to agree with Rook in that the run down exterior of Ramshackle didn’t take away from Vil’s shine in the slightest. It was quite amazing, and also kind of irritating. “You should leave shortly too, being late would be unbecoming of a dorm Prefect.” Vil sniped over his shoulder at you as he began to leave with Rook. Rook gave you a hearty parting wave, “farewell, Trickster! I do hope to be sharing a dorm with you soon!”

Not at all ominous, thank you Rook.

“And don’t forget about Grim.” Vil called, not even bothering to turn towards you as he continued on in the direction of Night Raven’s main school building.

Oh, damn it. Grim! You rushed back upstairs, on a mission to get Grim out of bed and out of Ramshackle before you were late and Crewel chewed you both out again.

After that, Vil was a semi-permanent fixture at Ramshackle. He would return in the evenings, no doubt after running the NRC Tribe ragged during practice, and then he would put you through your paces. He’d critique most of the things you did, and it wasn’t like his words of advice were unhelpful, it just didn’t help that they were delivered with the trademark Schoenheit sass. More often than not you were left reeling because he delivered his flyby judgments with such poise and poison, you were suddenly gaining a new appreciation for poor Epel.

Eventually you relented and agreed to allow the NRC Tribe to stay at Ramshackle until the SDC, but under very strict conditions. You would be receiving Vil and Rook’s share of the prize money if they won. You were not to be disturbed under any circumstances by the members of the NRC Tribe, and they were strictly forbidden from entering your bedroom. Groceries would be provided for the duration of the training camp. You also made it clear that you would not be responsible for any shenanigans that Grim pulled off during their stay, so not to even bother pestering you about it. And lastly, you would not be attending the SDC.

It was a difficult decision for you to make, but you realised that with Vil hounding you about allowing the NRC Tribe to stay, you were perhaps interacting with Vil way more than you potentially would during book five’s story path. A foul thought crossed your mind, Vil overblotting because negotiating with you had eaten into his preparation time for the SDC. At least with these conditions, you effectively minimised your role in book five to pretty much nothing, and if book five’s story decided to run its course like normal, then it was nothing to do with you.

Vil had stared at you with a knowing look when you first came to him telling him that you would agree for the training camp to go ahead, but his face slowly fell into a judging frown once you got to the end of your conditions.

“You don’t want to see your friends perform at the SDC? You do realise this is one of the biggest events of the school calendar? There might not ever be another opportunity for you to witness such a spectacle, let alone one that your friends are performing in. Not to mention… They’ve been working so hard.” Vil questions you, his tone almost scolding, and his eyes wrought with curiosity as to why you’d be so callous to the two who you’d known the longest since arriving here.

You kept your expression indifferent, giving an excuse that loud spectacles weren’t your thing. You did feel bad that you would miss Ace and Deuce’s big moment, but there was no way you could allow yourself to get dragged into a potential overblot situation again.

Of course, all of that felt meaningless now, considering that they weren’t even complying with the conditions that you had set out.

You could vaguely hear Ace complaining to Deuce about having to be up so early despite Vil technically giving them the morning off, whatever that meant. You hoped that the voices would eventually die down and you could get a couple hours more sleep, but the banging, thumping and voices went on and on. You even attempted to pass sometime by playing around on some mobile games that you had downloaded, a guilty pleasure that was a temptation too hard to resist when Crowley gave you the phone. But the noise never abated, and with a disgruntled sigh you got out of bed and decided to get ready for the day.

It felt weird being on campus so early in the morning on the weekend. It was mostly empty, which you assumed had to do with most students forgoing breakfast to sleep in, although there were a few early risers milling around campus. Some were heading towards the gates, likely heading out to town, whilst others made their way to the many other facilities that Night Raven had to offer. You yourself had decided to visit the mystery shop on a whim, thinking you could pick up a snack or two for during your breaks at the library.

You were walking up the path towards the shop when some… Large boxes came floating out the door… You stopped in your tracks, blinking several times. Were you that tired that you were seeing things now?

“Sorry Prefect, I don’t want to accidentally bump you!” Said a chipper voice coming from behind the boxes, startling you and making you hop out of the way. Behind the boxes was one Ortho Shroud, and suddenly the floating made sense. Not so much the boxes, though.

“Ah, my brother got a little caught up yesterday and forgot to do his usual food order, so I came to the mystery shop to pick up a few supplies to tide us over!” Ortho told you as he saw you eyeing up the boxes in his arms in confusion. He floated towards you where you stood off the path, and gently placed the boxes down, and they were nearly as tall as you were! Just a few supplies?!

“What are you playing?” Ortho asked enthusiastically, and you belatedly realised that you had one of the mobile games you had downloaded open on your phone, and muscle memory made you want to close it down immediately, but Ortho’s big, excited eyes made you feel too guilty to do so.

“Oh, uh… It’s just a game I downloaded, I don’t know much about it…” You fielded awkwardly, hoping to brush the topic away but Ortho only floated closer to get a better look at the screen.

“My brother plays that one too!!” Ortho gushes with glee, the sudden burst of elation catching you a little off guard. Really? This didn’t seem like Idia’s type of game… You swear you vaguely remember him saying he wasn’t that into dating sims… Although, you did suppose this one wasn’t a conventional dating simulator at the very least.

“But what happened to your screen?” Ortho asked, ripping you out of your thoughts, his head tilting to the side curiously. Now that did make you lock your phone to attempt to hide your shamefully cracked phone screen. Kalim, that’s what happened, you thought dryly. “Oh it’s nothing,” you said quickly, “I just had a small accident with it. It still works just fine!”

“Let’s get my brother to fix it!”

Oh no.

Ortho was beaming at you, eyes sparkling at the idea. You could feel your heart sinking.

“Oh no, no. I wouldn’t want to bother him! It’s totally fine, I promise!” You said hurriedly, hoping to derail the idea and make a quick escape, but it seemed like the idea had already firmly taken root in Ortho’s brain.

“It wouldn’t be a bother! My brother is really good with machines, he’ll get it fixed in no time! Plus, you two can talk about that game together! I’m sure he’d love to know there was someone else on campus who likes the same game as him!” Ortho encouraged.

Ah. So that was what this was about.

Book six had Ortho really encouraging Idia to share his gaming interests with the other students at Night Raven. Considering that the Ignihyde chapter was the next in line after book five, it did make sense that Ortho was taking this coincidence and running with it, considering you had just made it a thousand times easier for him to do so by just happening to like the same game as his beloved brother.

… But how were you supposed to say no to those eyes?! How were humanoids allowed to have such heart wrenching eyes?! It wasn’t fair.

You chewed on your bottom lip in indecision. It would be useful to get your phone screen fixed, even to stop Vil’s sassy barbs that he kept firing at you whenever he caught sight of it (something something “your belongings are a reflection of you” something something, blah blah). And this was Idia you were talking about here. He would probably freak out as soon as Ortho brought you to his room, fix the phone as quickly as possible and kick you out. Win, win?

“Okay, sure.” You relented, watching as Ortho lit up even more at your positive response. You swear you saw his hair get brighter. “But I can’t stay for long, I have other things planned for today.” You stated firmly, giving yourself an escape plan if needed. Ortho still seemed delighted regardless, moving once again to pick up those ridiculously large boxes he had been carrying. You followed suit, picking up the box from the top of the pile, much to Ortho’s surprise.

“It’s okay, I can carry them!” Ortho assured, but you shook your head, adjusting your grip on the box. It was a little heavy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. “Nah, I can’t let you carry them all by yourself. Besides, this is the least I can do if you’re going to fix my phone for me.” You remarked casually, beginning to walk with Ortho towards the Hall of Mirrors.

“You’re very kind, Prefect.” Ortho hummed, seeming quite taken with your courteous gesture.

The walk to the Hall of Mirrors from the mystery shop wasn’t long, and as you stepped through the Ignihyde mirror, you realised that you’ve never actually really seen the inside of the Ignihyde dorm. Sure, the game lets you buy Ignihyde backgrounds such as the entrance and the lounge, and you can get Idia’s dorm room as a background on his birthday, but other than that, the Ignihyde dorm has largely been a mystery compared to the other dorms. You had no idea what to expect.

It was… Very white. And shiny. Kinda made you wish you had brought a pair of sunglasses. The hallways were deserted, and you felt like you stood out like a sore thumb. You suddenly started to feel uneasy about the whole thing.

You followed closely behind Ortho as he led you to Idia’s dorm room, not trusting yourself not to get lost. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, even with the boxes he was carrying partially obscuring his view.

“Ortho, are you sure this is okay?” You asked, unable to hide the unease in your voice. Ortho didn’t stop, continuing to float along the hallways and making turns where necessary. “Don’t worry, Prefect! It’ll be fun! We’re almost there!” He insisted, and you very much felt that you and Idia were about to be in for a very unfun time. Ortho suddenly turned and opened a door that you would have missed if it wasn’t for him, as it blended into the wall so well.

“Idia, I’m back!” Ortho announced, floating in nonchalantly. You followed awkwardly, managing to bump the door closed behind you and place the box you were carrying on top of the other ones that Ortho had left by the wardrobe.

You took a moment to glance around the room. It wasn’t… As messy as you thought it would be. Wow, the background you can buy in the game really doesn’t do it any justice. That or Ortho cleaned up.

“Ah Ortho! Come check this out! I finally beat the final boss in that boss rush and got some cool new— Gah!!”

Idia had swivelled in his chair to look at Ortho but saw you instead and almost tumbled straight out of it with the way he flinched backwards, face morphing into terror. You gave him a small smile and waved awkwardly, but that only seemed to make it worse.

“I invited someone over!” Ortho stated cheerfully as Idia ducked behind the high back of his chair to avoid being seen. Rather fruitlessly too, considering you could still see his characteristic flaming hair.

“I-I can see that, Ortho! W-w-why did you invite an extrovert into my room?!” Idia complained, trying to keep his voice low but not really succeeding. The interaction was so odd to watch that you wondered if you should leave but settled for looking away instead. Ortho didn’t seem bothered at all, smiling at Idia like nothing was wrong.

“This is the Prefect from Ramshackle! I ran into them at the mystery shop, and they helped me carry our shopping back! Wasn’t that kind of them?” Ortho rambled on, floating over to his brother. Idia seemed to pluck up the courage to peek over his chair to get a better look at you, prompted by Ortho’s words, but when you looked back towards him, he shot back down in his chair, the ends of his wispy hair turning bright pink.

Wait, was he blushing?

“B-but Ortho…” Idia stammered out, but it seemed that Ortho had no mercy for him today.

“The Prefect’s phone screen is broken, and I told them that you could help fix it!” Ortho piped up over Idia’s stammering, his smile taking no prisoners, “you can help them, right Idia? Something so simple won’t even take you ten minutes.” Ortho encouraged, beaming smile still on his face.

Talking tech seemed to kick Idia out of his fluster somewhat, and you could hear Idia’s back thump against his chair as he opened one of his desk drawers and started rifling through it. “Tch, typical normies with no protection on their device, then crying when it gets bodied. So noob coded…” Idia muttered under his breath like he’d forgotten you were right there as he finally found what he was looking for, pulling the kit he was looking for out of his drawer and placing it on his desk.

Ouch.

He pushed his keyboard back, assumedly making space to him to work. “Gimme. The quicker I fix it, the quicker they leave, right?”

“Prefect isn’t a normie! They play the same game as you!” Ortho retorted and you cringed, as you sincerely hoped that wouldn’t get brought up into conversation before you could leave. But apparently, Ortho had taken it upon himself to defend your honour from his brother. Lucky you.

“Show him, Prefect!” Ortho compelled you, and you would almost find it funny how he was basically strong-arming Idia to have an interaction if it didn’t involve you. You sighed internally, powerless to Ortho’s big eyes, and walked slowly towards Idia’s desk, loading the game up on your phone. You held it up, arm outstretched so you didn’t get too close and give the guy a heart attack.

“It’s this one. I don’t play much, but this is the game I play the most. I at least make sure to login every day to get the bonuses and stuff…” You mumbled awkwardly, not actually understanding why you felt so awkward either. It wasn’t like it was a big deal. But suddenly your phone was snatched from your hand, and you were startled to see that Idia had grabbed it.

“You play this too?! I’m so into this at the moment. How far are you in the story? What cards do you have? Who is your favourite? Ugh, this screen totally kills the vibe. Hang on, let me just…”

You blinked in surprise as Idia rapidly fired off multiple questions about the game at you before putting your phone on his desk and hunching over as he got to work. It was like he was a completely different person. You knew it was the case that he could become very lively when he got to talk about his hobbies and interests, but seeing it happen in person was… Truly something. You looked between him and Ortho, with Ortho looking absolutely delighted about the interaction, and gesturing for you to take a seat on Idia’s bed whilst he worked.

“Oh, uh… I’m not very far in the story, I cleared the prologue but that’s about it. I don’t get the chance to play often… I don’t get many chances to roll the gatcha either, I never have any currency…” You answered. You didn’t really know any of the characters well enough to say what cards you had or who your favourite was, so you kept quiet on that.

“Sounds like you’re still in noobville. I’ll teach you how to play, but first I have to… Whee hee hee…” Idia volunteered, his voice pittering out as he got more entranced on working with your phone. The room lulled into silence, and you began conversing with Ortho instead, random giggles and mumbles from Idia in the background as you and Ortho chatted. Midway through one of your conversations with Ortho you noticed that Idia had been working on your phone for way longer than ten minutes. Now, you had no idea how long it took to replace a phone screen, you were no engineer. You also factored in that Ortho could have just been bigging up his brother’s ego when he said it would only take him ten minutes, but did it really take that long to fix? It felt like you had been in here way over an hour…

Ortho was projecting some clips of his favourite video games when Idia finally swivelled around, brandishing your phone with a manic grin.

“The freshly refurbished Prefect Custom Gamer Deluxe! I replaced the screen and reinforced it so it won’t break again but still has high grade touch screen sensitivity. I upgraded the battery to a larger capacity model so that you can game for longer, and of course a 2TB memory card. The original memory was awful, where did you get it? Sam’s bargain basket? Kek.” Idia gushed about your newly juiced mobile, fully in his element, “I didn’t know what your preferred colours are, so I didn’t add any custom lights. Blue’s good, though.” He commented, and that is when he finally caught you blinking at him, staring rather blankly.

“… Did you get any of that? Sigh, noobs OTL…”

You didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you quickly snapped yourself out of vacant stare and quickly spoke, “I think so… It means I won’t have to delete anything to update my games anymore, right?”

That seemed to be enough, because he was smiling that startingly sharp toothed grin again. “Exactly.”

The room fell into silence again, with Idia seeming to realise that he’d burst out into a rave about his interests. He held out your phone towards you awkwardly for you to take, and you stepped forward quickly to take it, but Ortho was faster.

“Show the Prefect your cards on the game you both play!” Ortho insisted cheerfully but forcefully, clearly not willing to let this interaction between you and Idia ends just yet. You don’t know if it was because it was a game, or because he had been suitably warmed up from the tech talk, or Ortho’s wide, eager eyes. Maybe even a combination of all three, but either way, Idia agreed.

“So… Uh… Did you hear all the aggro online about what’s happened?” Idia muttered as he waited for his game to boot up. It booted up a lot faster than yours usually did. Is that what he did to your phone? If so, you weren’t going to complain.

“Can’t say I have…” You answered honestly, and Idia scoffed lightly under his breath. “Oh right. I forgot you’re a casual.”

Why did it sting when he said it like that?!

Idia spent some time giving you some tips on free ways to get in game currency so you could roll on the gatcha more, and even recommended some social media accounts you could follow to get information on future events so that you could plan your resources and gatcha rolling accordingly. It was… Pretty helpful, actually. It was oddly nice to just chat innocently about a hobby for once, instead of constantly having to have your guard up in case someone tried to screw you over.

Idia made you boot up the game on your own phone (which you were pleasantly surprised to notice loaded up just as quickly as his own) and took a look through your card collection. He wasn’t impressed (“do you even statgrind?”) but gave you some advice regardless on who your best cards were and the more effective way to power them up, so you didn’t get locked out of the story when you progressed.

“Now show them your cards, Idia!” Ortho suggested yet again. You hadn’t missed his thrilled expression as you and Idia had been chatting, realising that he was likely delighted that Idia was talking to someone in person for once. But he was being awfully pushy about Idia showing you his card collection, even when the conversation didn’t need to be facilitated by him…

The tips of Idia’s hair went bright pink yet again, and you couldn’t resist raising a brow. What was he so embarrassed about? They were just cards, right? Idia tucked his chin in, turning his screen away suddenly. “I-I-I don’t know, my collection is pretty a-average…”

“No way! You have so many cards, show them!” Ortho tugged on Idia’s arm, with Idia trying to hide his phone in his lap, “or I’ll just project your cards for the Prefect to see!”

Idia sat up straight, looking very panicked at Ortho’s oddly specific threat. “O-okay, okay! Let me just…” He tapped away at his phone, and you had no idea what he was doing, but eventually he turned the screen back to you, showing you his card collection in all its glory.

Wow. He had tons of SSR cards. Even some UR cards… By the look of it, he seemed to only go for the ultra-rare cards of the same characters, so they must be his favourites. You looked at his card collection, nodding appreciatively and making a comment here and there, but otherwise you didn’t really have much to say. Idia’s hair was still tinged pink, and even his cheeks had an awkward half blush for reasons that escaped you.

Out the corner of your eye you saw Ortho staring at you rather insistently, as if he was urging you to keep the conversation going. Just why were you allowing yourself to be exhorted by this kid? Clearly, Ortho Shroud’s powers of compulsion know no bounds.

“Who is your favourite character?” You blurted out, hoping that would satisfy. To your surprise, Idia’s hair burned brighter, the pink flaring up at your question.

“O-oh, um… I-i… I can’t show you, because of… You know, all that aggro online…” Idia mumbled under his breath, looking down at his lap. What was up with him?

Either way, now your curiosity had been piqued.

“Tell me about the drama.” You asked, although you supposed it came out sounding more like a demand. Idia looked up at you suddenly, staring at you for a long moment, “… a-are you sure? It’s pretty long…” He mumbled, and you nodded anyway. Perhaps this would finally satisfy Ortho and then you could make your exit.

Idia’s demeanour entirely changed again, his elbows landing on his knees and he leaned towards you, his hands caging his phone. “This has been big news in the community. Like, God tier discourse. Everyone has come together to try to figure out what is going on, scrubs and tryhards alike. People have been mining the data files, I’ve tried hacking the serv—”

“Wait, wait, wait!” You stopped him, waving your hands to get him to slow down, “tell me what happened before you talk fandom dramatics.” Idia rolls his eyes but acquests.

“So a couple of months ago, something happened to the game. I’m not talking a limited time event or anything like that. I’m talking one day, every logged in for the next daily login period, and a character was missing.” Idia informed you, and you raised your eyebrows at this.

“Like, gone?” You questioned, and Idia nodded, frantically enough that his wispy hair bounced a little. You scratched your cheek, finding yourself slightly intrigued in this despite just doing it to get Ortho off your back. “I don’t think I follow what you mean…” You admitted, almost a little sheepishly, “how can a character just be gone? Wouldn’t you still have their cards?”

Idia, to his credit, didn’t seem to be bothered by you not following, only nodding along eagerly with your train of thought. “Right? But that is where it gets even weirder…” Idia begins to tap at his phone again, changing the filters on his card collection before turning the screen back towards you again, “because the cards are still there, but the character is missing.”

The sight was eerie, almost ominous. You deduced this character must be one of Idia’s favourites, considering how many cards he had, all maxed out. It made sense why he was so invested. But the cards themselves, they were…

Empty.

The cards were still there, in his collection. The background of the cards was still visible, even the other characters that appeared in the art were still there. But the character the card belonged to? Gone. Just an odd, inky smudge left in their place.

“That’s…” You couldn’t finish your thought, finding yourself at a loss for words at the bizarre, oddly chilling sight.

“Right?!” Idia hissed, really getting into the conversation now.

“Surely it must be some sort of event, right? Something to do with the story?” You tried to reason, and Idia shook his head wildly.

“That’s what we all thought, at first! Maybe they were springing some big event on us that none of the info trading accounts had managed to dig up. Sure it was a bit early for a Halloween event, GG developers, but it wasn’t like that hasn’t happened before.” You nodded along to Idia’s logic, this was exactly what you had assumed. The creepy feel of the cards definitely gave a Halloween vibe.

“But the official game pages never posted anything about it. And they weren’t responding to comments or messages about it either. So, we started to wonder if it was an update gone wrong, or a bug, and the devs were going to patch it. But still, we heard nothing from any official channels.”

You were staring at Idia, transfixed by this odd phenomenon. You’d never had anything of the sort happen in any of the games you had ever played, that’s for sure.

Idia’s cheeks flared a little pinker as he continued, “I-i have every one of that character’s cards, so I was able to check that it wasn’t just one card that had the issue, it was all of them. Other players reported the same issues, so that’s how we knew it was a game wide issue. The devs finally issued a statement, some vague BS about how they would be troubleshooting some issues with the game but not exactly what they were trying to fix. I personally think the devs have no clue what’s going on. Which is stupid, who doesn’t know what’s happening with their own software? Is it amateur hour over in that studio…” Idia finished, starting to mutter under his breath.

You mulled all this information over. Wow, clearly fandom drama in Twisted Wonderland was way more over the top than in your world.

“That’s really… Wow.” You hummed, which you thought summed up the situation quite well. You were pondering over it, eyes back on your own phone as you opened your card collection back up. You guessed you hadn’t noticed because you hadn’t rolled any of that specific character’s cards in the gatcha. You were kind of grateful, actually. It probably would have given you a fright.

“Uh…” You heard Idia hum, and you looked up at him, seeing him watching you with an apprehensive expression, “I have something to show you, if you want to… See… But you might find it weird…” He said slowly, his posture more hunched than before.

“Oh, okay?” You nodded, waiting for him to continue. You wondered if you were making him uncomfortable and had overstayed your welcome, considering Idia was starting to become more withdrawn again. His social battery was probably starting to go flat. You’d leave after this, you decided. Maybe quicker, if he was going to show you something really weird.

“The character is gone from the game’s cards, but they still appear in promotional materials that were posted online. Do you… Want to see?” Idia asked hesitantly, and whilst you found the way he asked the question a little odd, you had no reason to decline.

“Sure, why not? I feel like I’m invested now.” You smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back, only turned his gaze to Ortho. “Ortho, can you project the promotional art?”

“Easy! Searching promotional art… Loading… And, done!”

… … …

You felt your blood run cold instantly and you couldn’t stop the look of petrified horror that froze upon your face.

Projected onto the muted walls of Idia’s bedroom, in crystal clear clarity, was the promotional art of the character that Idia had been telling you about, just as he had asked Ortho to do. There was no inky smudge replacing their appearance, and they were posed rather dramatically, the norm for promo art. But something about it had your heart stopping in your chest and your hands trembling in your lap…

The promotional art…

The promotional art looked exactly like you.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #twst idia #twst vil #vil schoenheit

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Perfect Storm | Chapter Two: Klutz

Content Warnings: Sanzu strips his shirt in front of you, hes an asshole as per usual, this chapter is kinda cringe, forgive me for not updating for forever ily guys <3

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Darting up out of bed, you inhale sharply to yourself when you squint at the alarm clock that currently reads: 8:27 AM. The sense of uneasiness grew in you as you rushed to shower and prepare for work, as you needed to be there by 9:00 to ‘take care’ of someone, for being stupid enough to betray Mikey, let alone Bonten.

You drive first to your favorite cafe and order yourself a caffeinated coffee, although you were now almost 15 minutes behind schedule. You mumbled a quick thank you to the cashier as she carefully handed you the iced sugary drink, pulling out of the drive-through, you quickly sped to Bonten Headquarters.

You knew yourself that Mikey wouldnt scold you too hard for being a little late, considering Ran himself came very very late on most days, his excuse being, ‘I needed my beauty sleep’. So you weren't worried about that. However, what you were irritatingly expecting was Sanzu, who would go above and beyond- out of his way to disturb and ridicule you for your simple and honest mistake. Especially with your offices being across from one another, and having to complete the occasional mission together (which one of the other executives always needed to come along for, knowing if Sanzu and you were left alone with one another for too long, one or both of you would end up dead).

Parking your car in your reserved space, you stepped out carrying your cold silver gun and coffee in one hand, and stacks upon stacks of paperwork and folders in the other. Rushing into the elevator you took your first sip of your coffee, sighing out in relief after almost dropping it due to the amount of things occupying your hands. You stepped out and quickly began speed walking to your office, hoping to not find an annoying Sanzu standing at the doorway.

You couldn't help the victorious grin that crept its way to your face when you didn't notice a single sign of him near your office.

You turned to your office door, quickly putting all your items into one arm, freeing the other to turn the door knob when suddenly it was torn open. In your rush to dodge the intruder you tripped on your heel, dropping all your papers, gun and worst of all- spilling your coffee all over yourself. As you were about to slip backwards, a hand yanked your waist in order to catch you. Yelping, you reach for something to grab in a moment of panic, grasping onto who you assumed was your colleagues dress shirt, momentarily feeling the tensing of muscular and broad shoulders beneath your gripped fingers.

You gasp as your fall was cushioned by whoever was trespassing your office, your head crashed into their collarbone, the top half of your body being rested on theirs, and your lower half bent at the knees, sitting fully on their pelvis.

Laying your palms flat on your office intruder’s abdomen, you lifted yourself up slowly, grumbling out a string of curses, only to tilt your head down to find a tuft of pink hair splayed out messily, under the marble floor and bright cyan eyes looking up at your own.

“Fuck Y/N! Watch where you're going” Sanzu exasperatingly grumbled out, laid straight underneath you, having only his arms and upper body free, due to your body which was currently situated on his groin.

You only gasped at his audacity, how dare HE, the one who was snooping around in YOUR office, be mad at you for trying to get in.

“ME?! Why the hell were you in MY office, trying to rip the door off its hinges?!” You questioned him equally as dramatically, as the adrenaline from your fall was starting to wear off.

He leans up, still having you sat on his thighs as you both make eye contact, your chests touching and faces only a few inches away from one another. He rolled his eyes at you and began stripping himself of his now coffee stained shirt, making your pupils dilate, feeling your face heat up, squirming in his lap, trying to free yourself because of the sudden action of his. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” you squeaked out.

You swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face, mocking you for your antics.

“What? Never seen someone strip in front of you? Surprising for you.” He said obviously sarcastically with that specific lilt to his voice that always made your blood boil. However, against all odds, you managed to keep your cool. “What were you doing in my office?” You glared at him, demanding an answer.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” he spat back.

The half naked Sanzu and you still in his lap continued to throw sharp insults at each other, not noticing the sound of footsteps over your loud bickering. Unbeknownst to you, Kakucho, Rindou, and Ran are staring at the both of you in annoyance, and amusement. Rindou, clearly enjoying both you and Sanzu’s spacial unawareness, lets out an echoing wolf whistle, his brother joins in on the fun, as Kakucho lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Didn't mean to interrupt you guys.” Ran teases which makes your face heat up at the innuendo.

“What- I- EW! NO!” You gasp in the most disgusted and frightened way you could, quickly jumping off Sanzu’s lap, feeling your now completely doused skirt sticking to your thighs.

You groaned in defeat, not knowing what to do when you felt soft fabric thrown in your face. Quickly shoving it off, ready to start an argument with Sanzu, (because you just know it was him that threw it in your face) only to be left watching his broad muscular back walk away from you when you look into your hands and notice that he gave you his suit jacket that was untouched by your coffee.

Confused, in disbelief and shock at his sudden kindness you tie it around your waist before grabbing your papers and calling someone to come clean the mess.

This whole fiasco had you exhausted in every way and you haven't even started your piles of paperwork, and you still had to get rid of a traitor by midnight. You silently prayed that the rest of your day would go alright, at the very least.

You shiver upon entering your office and flipping the light switch letting out another more bothered groan at the feeling of piercing coldness that was sticking to your wet clothes. Annoyed, exhausted and with the thought of Sanzu stuck in your head, you make the drastic decision to wear his suit jacket.

Slowly untying it, looking around in shame as if people were watching you bare your soul- and truthfully, a part of you was, you wouldn't wanna be caught dead sitting next to him in quick meetings, let alone wearing something that belonged to him. Inch by inch, very slowly and carefully, treating it like glass, you finally lifted it above your shoulders when the sudden relaxing scent of his gave you whiplash.

You could smell each bit of him on the jacket you're wearing- that distinct fresh woodsy scent with subtle hints of tobacco, mint and pine cone- made the room spin around you. You were already feeling ashamed and disappointed of yourself for wearing his jacket but now you couldn't get enough of his strong scent.

Sheepishly you walk over to your desk and take a seat, getting comfortable in your old brown leather chair. Your fatigue was getting to you as you put your head in your hands, overthinking Sanzu’s decision when you should have been working. Drained by your lack of energy and caffeine, you cross your arms and lay your head on them, quickly dozing off.

You were deep into a few hours of dream land when unbeknownst to you, a pissed off Sanzu and Koko stomped their way to your office.

Sanzu walks ahead of Koko- wanting to insult you before Koko gets there and bitches at him to stop. Sanzu gripped the door knob, ready- almost excited to berate you however the sight of your peaceful slightly drooling face stopped him from yelling insults at you.

Sanzu took in your quiet calm state, one that he had never seen before. To say he was shocked to know that you, of all people, had their good moments was an understatement.

He looked away from your face, only to see his jacket wrapped around your smaller form. Sanzu felt his face flush and heat up for a reason that was unknown to him. “Sanzu?” Koko questions arriving at the door before turning to look at you and then back at him when a ghost of a smile appears on Koko’s face- his mind shifting to a memory of Akane and him for a brief moment till his mind wanders off to forget the pain.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, deep down Sanzu knew that he thought you looked almost pleasant like this. He’s certain that Koko somehow read his mind- and that he now knows that Sanzu thinks you were cute in this state.

“Koko.. lets just go” He whispers, making sure not to wake you. Sanzu’s decision has Koko scrunching his brows, “I thought you hated her- and plus who's gonna do all her paperwork and kill the traitor?” Koko asks, uncaring of his volume, making Sanzu shush him vigorously as if you were a sleeping beast.

“Ill do it, its whatever.” Sanzu whispers as he pushes past Koko to walk back to the door, turning around to gesture his hands in a ‘hurry up!’ motion.

Koko was bewildered by the pink headed man's choice. Sanzu? Out of all the executives in Bonten was certainly the last on the list of people who would help you especially after word got around of this morning's mess. Perplexed, Koko followed Sanzu out and watched amused in a way at Sanzu making sure to close the door carefully and lightly.

“What’s up with you? You? Of all people helping Y/n? Am I dreaming?” Koko poked fun at Sanzu, who only walked away rolling his sleeve cuffs up to his forearms and grabbing , ready to kill the traitor for you.

A/n: GUUUYYYS FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS IN FOREVER, PLEASE ACCEPT THESE CRUMBS I LOVE YOU GUYS <33

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whatdoidosatoru · 24 days

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Check Yes Juliet

PART 2 of The Only Exception

This is part 2 of the previous work named First Date (the real ones will find the pattern) so technically that was CH1 :)

All the tags from that are valid for this part as well, Yuna is my OC that's barely described so feel free to imagine her however you'd like

part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.7k ishtags: smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise, fingering, baji is a simp, cum eating (kind of), they are very horny for each other, unprotected sex (they've taken some precautions okay I don't normally condone not wrapping it up)

Songs referenced or listened to while writing this chapter:

Empty With You - The Used

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte

Be My Escape - Reliant K

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

MDNI!!!!! 18+ only!

“Honey, what I’m hearing is that you had a romantic and passionate night with this man and you didn’t even get his last name?” Mai was shaking her head at me after hearing a rough report of my shenanigans with Keisuke last night. I stared ahead and kept picturing his soft, blissful expression lying on my bed, trapped by my thighs, me sitting on his cock, his hair pooling over my pillows that still held his scent and mine mixed together.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

Mai stood up and walked to the side of the bed, noting my ripped-up panties on the floor, her eyebrow raised,

“And when did this happen?” I put the cup of coffee still steaming on the nightstand, catching a glimpse of the photo I had taken of him post-orgasm. She noticed it as well, picking it up to inspect it.

“He wanted me to keep the fishnets on so he ripped these off before going down on me.” Leaning back on the headboard, I took a moment to assess how sore my limbs felt, my insides still felt raw and aching. I lifted my hand to touch my neck where he scraped my skin with his teeth and left little bruises, that was going to need covering up before work.

She wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she was.

She smirked at me, waving the photo around, “I didn’t realise you were so down bad for this guy, why would you take a photo of him lying, what I’m assuming is naked, on your bed?”

She brought it closer to my face, “This guy pushed you into the wall, but all you talk about is how he was gentle with you? What am I missing?”

I completely forgave him for that shove in the hallway of the club, he seemed genuinely sorry and like a completely different person than I had assumed he would be. No matter how insanely hot he was, he was also kind. And very giving. I smiled to myself, this morning I had the most satisfying gentle sex I’d ever had. None of my boyfriends had ever been that good. And he hadn’t complained about putting a condom on, which shouldn’t ever be as commendable as it was.

Mai reached to have a look at my bruised neck and collarbone, visibly annoyed, “We need to tone this down before work. Come on, I’ll make breakfast and try to cover up your nasty hickeys.” I could just drag myself after her into the kitchen.

How was she so chirpy and energetic? She stayed up until at least 5:30 in the morning, and the party was on until 5.

“Mai, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Sleep is for the weak. I’m so beyond tired that a whole new wave of energy has taken over. I may drop halfway through the shift though so you need to step up for me, okay?”

“Of course, I’m taking over the schedule duty as well.”

We worked at a cinema not too far from our apartment and, although Mai normally handled the theatre schedule, I had to make sure she could at least get some easier jobs, considering she helped me get my sexual frustrations out last night and therefore sacrificed her sleep.

Half an hour later, with my neck covered in four layers of concealer and colour corrector, we made our way to our work, completely unprepared to handle groups of screaming children and their disinterested parents.

“You smell different, is that some new perfume?” She broke through my thoughts.

“I think it might be his scent, I assume that’s his shampoo because his hair smelled so divine.”

“Damn, Kakashi really is That Guy , isn’t he?”

With a playful shove, she started towards the only store room that had chairs for us to sit on, and I took a pen to try and figure out how to tackle today.

“It’s Keisuke.”

“Whatever.”

Saturday nights were for the girls. After work and a shower, Hana and her girlfriend showed up at our apartment for a weekly pizza night. By the time it was my turn to catch them up on your week, everyone had already had their turn and normally my updates had always consisted of a very short summary of where I was with my research papers, how much I hated my Contemporary English professor, and what songs I was hyper fixating on. This time all I wanted to talk about was Keisuke. I had never got so hung up on real people, so this was a very interesting topic to all of them.

“So as all of you may know, I brought a guy home last night,” I picked up another slice of pizza, “and now he’s basically all I can think about, it pains me to confess, but I sniffed the pillow he slept on several times today.”

“Simp!” Asami fake-coughed into her hand, giving me a devilish grin to which I responded with a stuck-out tongue.

“I didn’t even get much of a look at him when he pushed me into a wall last night, but then I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and realised he’s actually so gorgeous and hot I wouldn’t have minded if he was some sort of serial killer as long as he put his hands on me.”

Mai pretended to vomit at that, Hana and Asami just chuckled at my dramatics.

“Listen, I’m not one to obsess over guys this much, but something about him really drew me in and I was so stupid that I didn’t ask for his last name. Or his number!” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “Why didn’t I get his fucking number?”

Hana piped up, “Didn’t you say he worked at Pet Zone? You can always go find him there and ask him.”

“Don’t you think that might come off as a bit creepy,” Asami asked, “I mean if the roles were reversed, I’d definitely think it was some creepy guy who didn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand.”

“Asami, you think every guy is creepy and should be avoided at all costs,” quipped Mai.

Asami just shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Hana reached out to get her glass, “By what you told us happened, he seemed to be really into you and maybe didn’t think you would want to continue seeing him. Just a thought, though.”

I was becoming more and more hopeful, “What if I just interpreted it wrong, though? What if I’m misremembering it because that was how I wanted things to happen?”

“I can always come with you to the shop and get some stuff for Kisu.” Hana and Asami had adopted a beautiful orange cat that was a menace to society, but I loved her so much that I regularly bought her Dreamies.

“You don’t think it would be painfully obvious? I don’t even know when his shifts are, he’s got university as well as work.” I felt myself whine a bit too much now.

Mai decided to finish this conversation by calming me down with a big hug and some reassurance.

“Babe, if Keito’s not there we’ll come again and again until we find him and you ask him out. If it takes us a month, then so be it, but you’re overthinking this. The way he kissed you on his way out didn’t look like he didn’t want to see you again.”

“Thank you, love. And his name is Keisuke.”

“I don’t think it is,” she winked at me.

“I know what I screamed last night, my darling, and it’s definitely Keisuke.”

“I feel like it’s becoming a bit and I don’t want to stop it, so deal with it.” Mai ruffled my hair and went back to her glass of wine.

After a couple of hours, all of us went to bed, Mai had given Asami and Hana her own room so she shared with me. I lay my head on Keisuke’s…I mean, my pillow that Keisuke slept on and inhaled deeply. The scent was fading, I really needed to find him again.

Mai was deeply snoring while I lay with my eyes half-closed playing with his hair tie on my wrist.

The next day Asami made her way to visit her parents, slightly regretting not going with us to the city centre. Mai, Hana, and I, as per usual, spent way too much time in the bookstore, gently caressing the spines of our favourite books, laughing at ridiculous covers, and making highly ambitious reading lists that we were never going to follow. The trip was a success as I managed to walk out with only two new books and three complimentary bookmarks.

Now, with a significantly lighter step, we went into a few clothes shops and there I realised I needed to get more underwear. Mentally cursing Keisuke for ripping the most comfortable pair, I picked out two new comfy pairs of panties and one lacy pair that I didn’t even know the occasion for. It just called to me, black lace with a red bow on the back seemed right up my alley.

With a sigh, we went on to our final stop of the day, Pet Zone. This was it, all my hopes and dreams were riding on the good outcome of this situation. A gentle pat on the shoulder from Hana made me snap out of it, I patted my face to sober myself up and stepped inside.

The best thing about any pet shop is the fact that owners come in with their dogs and let them roam around the shop, so when I walked in and got greeted by three dogs at the same time, the only worry that was left on my mind was making sure I gave each of them an equal amount of attention.

Hana and Mai went to the cat aisle to browse while I was left barely five steps into the store, wishing I had three hands to give all of these good dogs love at the same time.

“Uhm, hey there,” a muffled voice reached me. I looked up to see a slightly winded Keisuke with a hand over his mouth, trying to finish chewing his food.

“Hey, take your time, man” I tried to sound like this interaction hadn’t been on my mind for a whole day.

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “I saw you on the security camera and ran back in before properly finishing my lunch.”

Was this guy for real? He cut his lunch break short because I walked into the shop? Was I hearing this correctly?

“Oh you really didn’t have to do that,” why did I sound so shy? This man had been inside of me two nights ago and now I was shy ?

“I was worried I’d miss you, what brings you here?” He still sounded a bit winded.

“Hana needs some stuff for her cat and we were out with her shopping so we just stopped by,” I motioned toward where Hana and Mai were playing with cat toys.

“Got anything interesting?” He pointed at my bookstore haul.

“Just some books I’m probably never going to get around to reading, but I needed a dopamine hit after feeling so down,” crap, that sounded a bit too desperate.

“What happened?”

Sigh , “Well I thought you might not want to see me again…after that night.”

“W-What? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore and that was why you didn’t ask for my phone number!” He started getting flustered.

“I thought you didn’t ask for my number because you weren’t interested,” I confessed, “are you telling me this all could’ve been avoided had both of us stopped overthinking for a damn minute?”

He started laughing, causing me to join him, oh my days he was so beautiful.

“I was rushing so much I didn’t grab my phone,” he passed me a piece of paper with the shop logo and address, and a pen to write my number down. I finished the note with a little black heart and gave it back to him, his face visibly more relaxed now.

“And just so you know, you owe me a new pair of underwear,” I said in a lower tone, “don’t think I forgot.”

“I don’t think I can forget anything from that night,” he picked up my hand and played with his hair tie that was still on my wrist. I blushed and started to take it off to give it back to him, but he pushed it back on.

“Keep it. I took something of yours as well,” he lowered his head to my cheek and placed a gentle kiss. I tried to mentally remember if I noticed anything missing yesterday, but to no avail. I looked at him with a question, but he just grinned back at me.

“You’ll see, I guess you’re gonna have to meet me again to get it back, that is, if I feel generous.”

With that, he walked back to finish his break, and I was left to locate my friends and report on the situation.

“What a weirdo, what did he take? Probably your underwear or something creepy.” Hana scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“I don’t think so, I’d notice if any were missing because I had to get new ones already. Also, I don’t think he had the time to do that, since if he wasn’t inside of me, he was next to me.”

Mai patted me on the shoulder with pride. “See, I told you it would work out, and you got yourself all worked up about him.”

“I mean, he is pretty, in a girlish kind of way,” Hana said, looking back at the store.

“I need him in my bed again.” I felt my insides twirling, longing to be full of him again.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this horny with any of your exes.” Mai playfully pushed me forward.

“What can I say, six orgasms in a night can do that to a girl.”

“Rookie numbers,” Hana scoffed, making Mai and me laugh a bit too loud.

By the time Mai and I got home and unloaded everything we bought, I’d gotten a message from an unknown number that just said “What’s your favourite colour?”

Yuna, 14:12

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

So I know what colour heart to put next to your name in my contacts c;

Yuna, 14:13

Keisuke?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

Well I hope you don’t have someone else that would ask you these things haha c:

Yuna, 14:14

oh thank the stars, you never know what weirdos there are out there. gotta be careful.

and i’m good with blue or black

Keisuke, 14:14

Got it ;)

Yuna🖤💙, 14:15

what do you want me to put you as?

I broke out in laughter and Mai came into my room to check what was going on. I just shook my head and showed her the screen.

Keisuke, 14:15

His Majesty Keisuke, King of My Vagina and Bringer of Infinite Pleasure

“Kids…” she walked away with a smirk against her will.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

i’m leaning towards KeiSUCKe

Keisuke, 14:16

That’s what you’ll be doing later…

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

later?

are we doing something i’m not aware of?

Keisuke, 14:17

Can I come over tonight?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:17

any specific plans or just hanging out?

Keisuke, 14:17

Wherever the night takes us c:

Check yes, Yuna, are you with me?

Rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won’t go until you come outside

Yuna🖤💙, 14:18

serenading me with We The Kings? a man after my own heart <3

Keisuke, 14:18

Is that a yes?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:19

when can i expect you here?

Keisuke, 14:19

SHE SAID YES!!

Uhhh I mean, I’ll be there around 8, if that’s okay with you? c:

Yuna🖤💙, 14:20

hahaha of course. are you eating anything beforehand? we’re making pancakes..

Keisuke, 14:20

I’m having dinner with my brother after work, but thank you for asking c:

I won’t complain if you save me one to try.

I sent him the address just in case he couldn’t remember where the building is and practically skipped out of the room. Mai was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, and waved me over to join her at our dining table.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:21

See you then :)

“Based on your red cheeks and the smile that’s not coming off I’m going to guess the first text conversation went well?”

“He’s coming over tonight. At 8. I need to shower. I need to clean my room.”

“Oh good heavens, please tell me you’ll be in your room and not venture out into the bathroom again,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll try to behave. Maybe we won’t even have sex tonight, we’ll watch a film, talk for a bit…”

“...feed him your vagina and feast on his dick, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Seriously, Mai, this man is making me feel tingly just thinking about seeing him again, but I may actually want something more with him.”

Mai’s expression switched into concern. I knew she wanted what was best for me and to protect me from my own stupid mistakes, but I doubt anyone could have a chance with Keisuke and not jump on it.

“Just don’t obsess over him to the point where you can’t see the real world anymore. That’s all. I get it, he’s hot, but you deserve a 10/10 personality, and not just a 10/10 appearance.”

I kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get my shit together.

I changed my outfit for the third time when the doorbell rang. Mai got up from the couch to open and I walked out into the hallway just as Keisuke walked in.

“Hey Kento,” Mai greeted as he simply smirked at her.

“Hello Mina.” His eyes found me and, having taken his shoes off, he joined me in my bedroom.

Just as the door was shutting Mai got her last remark in, “No screaming!”

Keisuke chuckled and turned to me, looking me up and down.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, how are you?”

After breaking the kiss for a breathing break he lay back onto the pillow he slept on the other night and looked at me with amusement on his face. I got closer to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

I sat him down and joined him on the bed,

“I haven’t been able to get this stupid smile off my face ever since I walked out of your shop.” He caressed my cheek and I felt myself leaning into his touch when he pulled me closer to him and kissed me, taking my breath away.

“Did you want to put a film on?” He offered. To be completely honest, I wanted him naked, suck his soul out, and have him break me in half, but I may have been rushing into things.

He must have noticed the want in my eyes, because he sat up, closing the distance between us, and held my face before whispering,

“Or maybe we could get this pent-up need out of the way first,” he kissed my lips gently, “and then be at peace for about,” breaking his sentence he bit my bottom lip, “let’s say half an hour before,” this time the kiss was deeper, needier, “enjoying each other a little bit more, hm?”

He rolled me over onto my back and gripped me tight. His hand snaked through my t-shirt to hold my breast, eliciting a desperate moan right into his mouth. His kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping his protruding canines across my skin, with a deft movement he slid my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

“It was almost physically painful, thinking that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t get to do this.” I gasped when he took my nipple into my mouth, his tongue swirling over it as his teeth nipped it playfully. My hand immediately went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground me. The hand he didn’t use to hold himself up went between my legs, dipping under my underwear an d directly between my lips already needy for his attention.

When I rolled my hips up into his hand to get more friction he lifted his head up, flashing a devilish grin and licking the tips of his canines, making me slippery wet.

“Why did you even bother putting these on? We don’t need to rip another pair, do we?” If I wasn’t already turned on, that would’ve done it. His voice was low with a raspy tone that made me feel feral for him.

“Keisuke please, I need your tongue”, I whined. With a grin he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside, his fingers still stroking lazily along my folds. I felt my breath hitch every time he passed the clit, desperately trying to raise my hips to meet his touch.

“Patience, gorgeous, we’ll get there. I want to make you a bit needier first.”

Wow, what an asshat.

“Keisuke I’m-ah-I’m begging you, touch me, fuck,” my pleading seemed to work because he immediately dipped his head down and started feasting on my needy pussy. He moaned into my puffy lips, flicking his tongue over and around the clit, making me ascend with pleasure. My hand flew back to his head to grip his hair which dragged out a beautiful moan from his soft lips, now wet with my juices, buried in between my legs. His tongue was desperate, accompanied by his fingers pushing inside of me, curling to rub me just right and make me nearly scream into the dark room.

“Hold me tighter, sweetheart,” he squeezed out in between licks, making my grip tighten and I hoped I didn’t accidentally pull his hair out. Feeling another moan directed into my clit sent me into ecstasy, I could hear my heart thumping and my ears focusing on the sounds of Keisuke lapping up my juices like there was no tomorrow, and with that I came on his skilful tongue,

“K-fuuck Keisuke!” The look on his face was hungry for more, he wiped his face with his own hand and licked the wetness off.

I reached for my drawer to get a condom, but he stopped my hand, grabbing his phone instead and showing me the screen. It was some kind of document, and when I tried to focus on reading it he explained,

“I got tested on Thursday, got the results yesterday,” he pointed at the bottom of the screen, “Completely clean.”

That made things a bit easier and possibly more exciting. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in over a year. Got tested right after…the last time and I’m also clean.”

His smile seemed to grow with every word I said so I dropped the condom and went right to taking off his clothes. When he was naked in front of me, his cock glistening with precum in all his glory, I reached to touch his lean body, admiring the pale skin of his stomach, littered with scars. I felt the sudden urge to kiss every single one of them. He gently pushed me back and grabbed one of my hair bobbles from the nightstand, holding it in his teeth to collect all the hair in a ponytail.

That trick is so hot, I needed his teeth all over me .

He positioned himself in front of my entrance and started teasing his tip over my needy hole and puffy lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you on my cock,” he looked down to where we were connected, “to feel your pussy squeeze me and make me weak.”

“What’s the holdup then, Keisuke-fuck- fuck ..ah fuck me already!” He didn’t need another push, he slammed into me, making me cry out, and lowered himself down on top of me to kiss me deeply before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again.

I was losing myself in him, his slow pants and moans directly into my ear were making it damn difficult to slow down the wave of pleasure that was swallowing me. My nails were leaving marks on his back, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I bit his lip and came with the most desperate moan.

Keisuke lifted me up and switched positions, sitting up against the headboard and me sitting on his cock. Then I began bouncing myself on him and rolling my hips, his hands firmly on my hips helping me keep pace. I threw my head back and let out a groan while he attacked my collarbone with his teeth.

Still keeping a steady pace, he licked up to my ear,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking it whole. Such a good girl so full of me. You’re all mine , all mine , just mine to- fuck -to please.” I quickly brought my head back to look at his face. The hunger in his eyes, his forehead sweating and loose strands of hair sticking to him. He looked feral, just like he had said I made him feel, with his distinguished canines. I took it all in.

“All yours?” I managed to squeeze out, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“All mine. I’m not letting you go fuuck I need you. I need to hear you cum for me again. Say you’re mine.”

Through pants I whined, “I’m yours! I’m- fuck- I’m all yours! Take me how you want me Keisuke! Ah fuck I’m cumming all yours!”

That made him trap my lips in his, swallowing my cry and fucking me through another orgasm. Slowing down slightly to give me some rest he swapped us back to the previous position, this time not leaning over me, but looking down at my naked form, still fucking into me.

“You look so good like this, a hot mess all because of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I started slurring my words, “‘m all yours, Keisuke. I’m yours. Fuck keep going please…”

My pleasure began to build again, this time threatening to take me fast, almost crossing into overstimulation. My walls began tightening around his cock and his hip movements started getting irregular - he was getting close to finishing.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” I couldn’t form my words properly anymore, I was so drunk on his cock hitting my cervix with each slam into me.

“ Ah inside please please Keisuke come inside me fuck,” that was the last straw for him, with a final grunt and thrust, he spilt inside of me. Just as I felt his warm sperm coat my insides, I came again, this time unable to take any more friction. He slowly pulled out and lowered himself to take a closer look at my leaking pussy. He smiled at me,

“You look so good with my cum spilling out of you.” With that, he licked my entrance, making me twitch with sensitivity, and hovered over me, kissing me with his sperm still on his tongue, making me taste the mix of both, his cum and mine.

I couldn’t find the strength to reach for wet wipes to clean myself up, but he was already on it as soon as I pointed in their general direction. He cleaned me up, gently trying not to overstimulate me again, and tossed the wipes in the bin. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, when I felt him climb into bed next to me and gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my sweaty forehead and I could hear him softly whisper, “You’re mine .”

If you've come this far then you may as well rb or like :) Constructive criticism is welcome as I hadn't written anything in YEARS before this so I am rusty af and don't have a beta reader :)

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this week on megumi.fm ▸ coding and coffeeshops

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ lab meet!!! got to learn about the other projects in the lab ↳ got work from home approved!! ↳ optimize protein seq code // account for missing residues ✅ ↳ add on a binding site identifier function for code using 4.5A distance threshold ✅ ↳ optimize binding site code // reducing time complexity for large PDB file inputs ✅ ↳ download and extract alphafold human protein repository and analyze pdb file formats ↳ set up progress tracker and upload code on colab ✅ 🎓 Uni ↳ Final Project: update images quality according to changes mentioned ✅ ↳ renew uni email for extra credit classes ✅ ↳ extra credit classes started this week! 🩺Radiomics Projects ↳ call with teammates to discuss next steps ✅ 📧 Application-related ↳ finished masters application form for 1/1 Uni (waiting on my referee reports) ✅ ↳ finalize referee report from my profs ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [7/7] 💧 good water intake [5/7] 👟 exercise [5/7]

Fun Stuff this week

🍻 met up with my bestie @muakrrr <3 it was a stressful tuesday so meeting him for lunch was super comforting! he bought this cute purple drink and I got myself some ginger ale and the waiter served us the wrong drinks (gender and expectations something something) and it was amusing to watch them get confused when we corrected them 🎂 mom's b'day this week!! went out for dinner with her!! 🛒 went shopping with relatives who I haven't seen in years. bought myself a book! (rip my bookshelf) ☕ went out for coffee and dinner with my girlies (the same besties who I exchanged mugs with). we're trying to spend as much time together as possible before we leave to different countries for our masters 🎮 continuing the beginner's guide 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Last Twilight 📺 binged: KinnPorsche The Series

📻 This week's soundtrack

Love Wins All by IU (been crying over this music video for days now. it's beautiful) KinnPorsche theme by Slot Machine: Kinn's theme [aka Phiang Waichai; TH] | Porche's theme [aka Free Fall; Eng] (first of all this is one of the catchiest theme songs to exist second only to SPECIALZ aka the JJK s2 op i'm also particularly losing my mind over how the two themes are love letters to the main characters from each other... the narrative parallels of it all are driving me insane sldkhlaksjkshs) Dum Dum by Jeff Satur + the Live Unchained version where his vocals are heavenly (maybe im so drawn to this song because the chorus is similar to the melodic motifs of the KPTS themes/soundtrack, either way, the show introduced me to him and god. I've been voraciously consuming his discography.) Ghost by Jeff Satur (on repeat all week. thoroughly obsessed with this song- the lyricism, his voice, the storyline in the MV, his acting, everything. wow. truly.)

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[Jan 22 to 28 ; week 4/52 || I. love. my. internship. like. I have been having the most fun time problem solving and troubleshooting. it's also super satisfying to see the outcome of my code. it's been a while since I used python (I've been coding on C) so I forget that python has a lot of inbuilt functions that would do the same tasks I inadvertently entrust my nested loops with, and finding out about them is always so joyous (although it means I have to scrap off several chunks of code). i am a bit annoyed though, because the other intern isn't really doing any work that we're entrusted with so I'm having to carry the team and it's taking me too much time. but oh well. I've suggested we split tasks from next week, hopefully that'll make things better.

I've also been procrastinating a lot when it comes to my masters applications and it really hit me this week when I had to run to uni several times to get things approved and completed. Now that I'll get to work from home I need to set up a proper schedule to get application work completed wayy in advance. also need to resume my GRE prep from next week.]

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mycatwantstoeatpins · 5 months

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Favourite MoShang fics

I’ve read something like two hundred MoShang fics in the last couple of weeks (RIP my sleep schedule) and these are some of my favourites.

bureaucratic processes (Restricted) by tciddaemina. Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Oblivious Shàng Qīnghuá, Demon Courting, Demon Politics, POV Mòběi-jūn, Cultural Misunderstandings, Marriage, Bad Communication, Crack, Explicit Sexual Content, Shang Qinghua is Empress of the Northern Demon Realm, posessiveness, Shang Qinghua is Loud

how to face your high school crush after 7 years by revesdelimonade. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Office, Getting Together, First Kiss, Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Oblivious Shàng Qīnghuá, Childhood Friends, Moshang Events Secret Santa 22

How to Tell if a Demon Wants you Dead: the Unhelpful Guide by Esora247. Tags: 5+1 Things, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Oblivious Shàng Qīnghuá, Courting Rituals, Gift Giving, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Beta We Die Like GongYi Xiao, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, < basically violence stemming from demon lords being protective (possessive) of their humans, Mobei-Jun is whipped he just shows it in his own special way

Husband (Imaginary) by diamondbruise. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Attempted divorce, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, extremely poor communication from all parties involved, Angst with a Happy Ending, although is it angst if it's just straight up stupid

in the stripped club. straight up "jorking it" by Volatilevore. Tags: Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

no more choose than rivers (Restricted) by Val Mora (valmora). Tags: Cultural Differences, Marriage Proposal, Courtship, Misunderstandings, dowry/betrothal gift/bride price, Classism, Discussion of mpreg, historically-inspired sex education, awkwardness about sex, Fade to Black, comparative cuisine, Weddings, Canon-Typical Fantasy Racism

of love, war, and romantic reconnaissance (Restricted) by dalairei. Tags: Fluff, Misunderstandings, Humor, Demon/Human Relationships, Human Courting Customs, Demon Courting Customs, Getting Together, Oblivious Shàng Qīnghuá, Soft Mòběi-jūn, Moshang Events Big Bang 2023 (Scum Villain)

The Shang Qinghua Effect by Yuu_chi. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Humor, Background Bingqiu – Freeform, cucumberplane friendship, Shang Qinghua isn't undesirable he's just dumb

Stay Acting Brave by Pip (Moirail). Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Magic School, Demon Summoning, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Oral Sex, Size Kink, Size Difference, Loss of Virginity, accidental boyfriend acquisition

The Subtle Art of Trying to F*ck by firesandpixies. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Showbusiness, Social Media, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, Crack, Alternate Universe – Actors, Mobei-Jun being oblivious to his feelings, Bingqiu is a side pairing, PiningDirty Jokes, Bad Jokes, Bad Puns, Puns & Word Play

#svsss #svsss fic #moshang fic #fic recs

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the-delta-42 · 5 months

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Hindsight - Chapter 2

Hindsight

Chapter 2

Marinette tried not to itch the gauze that covered her ears, everything was muffled, although her phone had practically blown up with texts, mostly from her friends, some from her teachers and a few from some people she’d never met before. Adrien sat not too far away from her, his leg bouncing.

“Can you please stop that?” Asked Marinette, her voice raised so she could hear herself speak.

“Oh, sorry.” Said Adrien, getting to his feet.

“You don’t have to hang around, Adrien,” Said Marinette, putting her phone down, “my parents are coming to pick me up, they haven’t yet because the Bakery’s been flooded with the press.”

Adrien looked down, before glancing towards the door. He could see Gorilla’s shadow over the window, his bodyguard had taken to preventing any unwanted persons into the room. Which included the multiple journalists that were crowded outside the hospital.

“Are you sure you want me to go, Marinette?” Asked Adrien, hesitantly.

Marinette looked out the window, there was a practical sea of people outside.

“Adrien, I’ll be fine.” Promised Marinette, smiling at the model.

Adrien looked like he didn’t believe her, but got up and headed for the door anyway, “If you need anything, just call me.”

Marinette hummed and nodded, looking down at her phone. Gorilla guiding him towards the car as soon as they were out of the building. Marinette dropped her phone on the bed and popped her mouth, before following it up with a series of noises as she shuffled around.

“Why can’t I transform again?” Marinette asked Tikki, as the Kwami devoured a cookie.

“Because,” Tikki hiccupped, “when your ear was ripped off, your body entered a state of shock and still needs time to recover.”

Marinette frowned, “And you’re not using this as an excuse to eat as many cookies as you want without getting in trouble?”

Tikki froze and glanced at the pile of cookies behind her, “Noooo…”

Marinette hummed and looked out the window and saw her parents van pull up, “You better eat fast, because we’ll be leaving soon.”

Tikki looked at the window and then at the pile of cookies. Marinette heard a loud, sucking sound, before she pivoted and saw Tikki seemingly passed out next to where the pile of cookies sat.

“Okay, didn’t expect that.” Said Marinette, as her mother entered the room.

“Marinette!” Cried Sabine, before grabbing Marinette and pulling her into a bone crushing embrace.

“Maman, can’t breathe.” Gasped Marinette, as her mother smothered her.

“Why didn’t you say anything? What were you thinking? How long have you been doing this?” Demanded Sabine, unconsciously tightening her grip on Marinette.

“Sabine,” Said Tom, entering the room, “she needs to breathe.”

Sabine loosened her grip, allowing Marinette to suck in a large gulp of air.

“Thank you.” Whispered Marinette, as she regained her breath.

Tom spotted Tikki, sleeping on the table, “Is this the mouse we’ve gained?”

Marinette nodded, as Tom picked Tikki up and gently placed her in his pocket.

“Be careful with her, she just Kirby-ed a plate of cookies.” Warned Marinette, stretching her arms, “I’m actually amazed that Hawkmoth hasn’t tried to make an appearance.”

“What do you mean I can’t bail her out?” Demanded Gabriel, as the Duty Sergeant idly looked at him.

“National Intelligence don’t want anyone to speak to her until they’ve questioned her.” She said, in her bored tone.

“I have work that needs to be done.” Snarled Gabriel, trying to intimidate the woman.

“Then hire someone else.” Retorted the sergeant, “We can’t release a domestic terrorist because you don’t have anyone to schedule your meetings.”

Gabriel puffed up and demanded, “Do you know who I am?!”

The Sergeant looked at him, before grabbing her radio. Gabriel smirked, satisfied that he’d get what he wanted. Then the sergeant spoke, “Chief, can you come to the front desk? There’s a guy who doesn’t know who he is.”

The Sergeant gave Gabriel a smug smile and rested her chin on her fist.

Gabriel spun on his heel and stormed out of the Police station, not noticing a journalist that had been listening to him demanding Nathalie be released.

Marinette blew air through her teeth and spun around in her chair, while all her friends stared at her.

“I’m bored.” Whined Marinette, getting a wince from everyone.

“You’re not supposed to do anything that could further damage your ears.” As soon as Nino said that, Marinette perked up.

“Mullo!” Yelled Marinette, summoning the Mouse Kwami and reached out for the necklace.

Ivan quickly grabbed Marinette around the middle as the petite girl tried to reach for the miraculous. Alya’s phone beeped, alerting her to a new news headline.

“I don’t believe this!” Exclaimed Alya, drawing everyone’s attention, “The press found out about Marinette’s expulsion, and Damocles is saying Marinette attacked people!”

Everyone froze, before a rock sailed through Marinette’s bedroom window.

“They’re saying that Marinette carried out an unprovoked attack on a fellow student and was expelled on the spot.” Stated Alya, venom dripping from her words, “I’m going to kill that fat bastard!”

Nino looked over Alya’s shoulder, “It also say that there is no evidence to support or contradict those claims and the expulsion was illegal because Marinette didn’t receive a hearing.”

“Damocles is performing a smear campaign to cover up his own failings.” Snarled Alya, while Alix picked up the rock and threw it back out the window.

Damocles tried not to squirm as the two inspectors stared at him.

“You… refused to investigate the claims Mlle Dupain-Cheng was making, because you saw Mlle Rossi sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Was Mlle Rossi harmed in any way? Did she have any visible bruises or marks?”

“W-well, no, but-” The female inspector cut him off.

“You were granted several thousand euros to refurbish the school and its contents, and yet, this is the only room that has been visibly altered.” She said, her voice cold, “It is well known that you have an…unusual hobby. There have been concerns about you embezzling funds. As well as accusations of unfair dismissal and blatant favouritism towards the wealthier students.”

“I-well-erm-you see-” Damocles was interrupted again.

“M. Damocles, you’ve shown us evidence that you are both inefficient and incompetent in your job.” Warned the male inspector, “Now, you will tell us everything, the whole truth and then we will decide your next course of action.”

Marinette’s leg bounced as M. Coleman read the article. The principal looked up at Marinette, before running a hand over his face.

“If I’d known the severity of your situation, I wouldn’t’ve accepted you,” Began Coleman, making Marinette wilt, “You were expelled under dubious circumstances at best, with no evidence supporting the course of action, and you’ve been bearing a burden that you shouldn’t have to.”

“S-sir, what does that mean?” Asked Marinette, quietly.

“It means, Mlle Dupain-Cheng, that Hector Damocles made a catastrophic mistake and has no way of recovering from it.” Clarified Coleman, before glancing at the clock of the wall, “Class will be starting soon, I suggest you head there now.”

Marinette silently nodded and hurried out of the room, leaving Coleman to his thoughts. Arthur glanced at his phone, before frowning and picking up the receiver and dialling a number.

“Michael,” Started Arthur, “I need a favour.”

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peachymilkandcream · 1 month

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Fraud | Part 7 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: Now we'll get to see more of how All Might is a yandere specifically to Reader which I think will be a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, unprotected sex, etc.

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"Phone call for you, All Might."

He sighed, always someone had to call right as he was leaving. In this instance he was supposed to go out on patrol with Shade, in the month it had been since she settled in the two of them had very little contact due to his busy schedule.

"Fine, send it through." Toshinori sits down, sighing as he picks up the phone. "All Might."

"It's me." The feminine voice one he had grown accustomed to in the past month. Their visits had become more and more frequent since the nearness of Shade mixed with him giving her space had been driving him crazy.

"Ah, next weekend, correct? I'm sure I can get away, give us a few hours at least if you can blow off the small dick wonder."

"That's not it, although next weekend works. I'm pregnant."

All Might wasn't shocked, he refused to use protection, and didn't much care if the woman he was with used it or not. Hidden in the shadows were many children he had fathered during his reign as top hero.

"I see. What do you intend to do about it?"

"I don't know, a hefty amount of child support would be ideal."

He scoffs. "You're really going to do this to me?"

"I'm not saying I am, I just want to hear your plan. This could ruin my current living situation you know."

"Not unless you're smart. Sleep with lover boy, and then tell him the child's his. The fool hasn't caught on where you spend your time or why you're so stretched out, he won't be stupid."

"Oh you're bad, letting another man raise your child?"

"The swine deserves it."

"Now what about us? Are you wanting to stop everything to avoid getting caught?"

"Of course not. Getting saddled with a baby and then your girl leaves you with it to ride another man's cock is something I quite enjoy thinking about."

"What about your little project there? The one this whole thing is about. Going to stop when you get with her?"

"Depends on how she plays her cards."

"Oh? Am I allowed to know?"

His gaze suddenly catches to Shade outside on the ground below, chatting up another pro. He had come to learn some of her body language to know she was flirting, and that whoever this person was enjoyed the advances.

"All Might? Are you still there?"

"I've got to go. Saturday, nine, wear something that I can rip off." He hangs up suddenly, quickly exiting his office and down to the scene below.

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Shade had never been much of a flirt but the way this pro talked to her just set her mind instantly at ease. He was nice and sweet, making her forget about Hunter and that woman for a little while. Besides, why shouldn't she be allowed to take her life back? Hunter was happily with the woman he had cheated on her with so why shouldn't she get some kind of revenge?

She was sexy and smart, even if it didn't go anywhere why not just start hooking up with people? She never had a phase where she experimented, using her college years to study and only one or two boyfriends in the mix. It was power, she could take the power back that was taken from her. Her gut said to run with it. And she was going to.

Then there was that laugh she had gotten familiar with. "I am here to speak with my new sidekick!" The gust of wind announced his presence even before he arrived, smiling just as much as ever.

"Oh All Might, I was waiting for you, do you mind if I go out on patrol with someone else today? I want to get connected to other pros in the area so that way we can know each other's strengths and weaknesses when a situation arises so we can work together better."

He laughs again. "I admire your passion newbie, however I need to show you more of the ropes with the All Might agency on how we do things!"

She sighs. "We can't do that later-?"

"I'm afraid not, I'm much too busy to reschedule unfortunately. So shall we be off then?"

Shade looks apologetically at her new acquaintance. "Yeah, we'll go. You have my number right? Call me." She smiles and follows All Might.

He doesn't miss her longing look. "A new friend I take it?"

"Something like that." Her slight blush is noticeable.

"Oh? More than that I take it? So soon after your traumatic break up?"

"It's not that soon. It's been a whole month, and I figured I've worked past most of it and why don't I deserve to be happy-?"

"It's a bad idea." He interrupts.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't go through with it. It's too soon and you'll just damage yourself more."

"That's really rude-"

"I mean it. Don't go through with this foolishness. I won't allow anyone in my agency to make such fools of themselves."

She's insulted and hurt but doesn't say anything more. It's not like All Might had to know anyway.

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Unbeknown to Shade, All Might had picked her a particular apartment so that he could see exactly where she went. All of her coming and goings were monitored by him or hidden cameras to ensure she wasn't doing anything he deemed unwise.

However he never expected her to delay a direct order.

He sat there watching her front door, as he often did in his spare time, when he saw her coming out and wrapping a coat around herself. What he did catch was the skimpy clothing underneath, there was no doubt in his mind that she was disobeying his instructions.

The nerve of her.

Toshinori had tried to be nice, tried to bide his time so she could heal and move on, and this is how she was repaying him? It was disgusting. He couldn't allow her to get away with this.

Time to enact plan b.

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Shade held her coat tighter against her with the bitter wind. It was cold despite the days being filled with spring sunshine, but she couldn't entirely complain, it did give her an excuse to hide her outfit.

What was she thinking? She had never been so bold before, but it felt good. She felt empowered and attractive. No one was going to bring her down.

"I thought I told you it was a bad idea."

Suddenly she turns, startled. "A-All Might-"

"Don't even start with an excuse, I gave you an order-"

"I'm not doing anything- just having some fun-"

"How dare you suggest betraying me like this as fun? I've given you everything."

"And I appreciate it but I need to live my life-"

"You will do it as I see fit- Now go home now-"

"You can't do this All Might, I have a right-"

"If you continue this impertinence I'll have to deal with you more harshly, and I don't want to do that Shade, so behave yourself."

"You can't control me-"

"Fine. If you won't listen I'll do this the hard way."

Then he moved, so fast she didn't even see what he did, only that her body faded into the comforting warmth of black unconscious.

#fraud #all might bnha #all might mha #yandere all might x reader #all might x you #all might x reader #all might #mha #bnha #bnha toshinori #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might x oc

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jishyucks · 2 years

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after tomorrow. ‣ ljn

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader

‣ genre: fluff, slice-of-life?, implied f2l

‣ wc: 1.8k

‣ summary: after waiting patiently for your schedule to clear up due to school, Jeno finally sees his chance to ask you out

‣ warnings?: reader's eating corner store ramen, nothing else I don't think

‣ an: something short I mustered up that I meant to post during exam season

After tomorrow, it’ll all be over. You’d finally be able to breathe and relax and sleep with no worries at all. After tomorrow, you could binge-watch the shows that had been queuing up on an imaginary list you had created in your head, and finally catch up to internet content you’d been tracking on Twitter. After tomo–

The timer on your phone rings, knocking you off your train of thought. You jump slightly at the ping, hands travelling up from your lap to turn off the alarm. You hope that you didn’t startle anyone else in the corner store. It is almost one in the morning. But this was important to you—you wanted your ramen perfectly cooked. “Finally.”

Pulling the bowl closer to you, you rip open the remainder of the bowl’s cover and set it aside to throw away later. Then, you slip out the chopsticks from their sleeve before ripping them apart. The smell of the food easily travels up for you to smell, and at this point, you feel your mouth watering.

This was a well-deserved (sort of) meal. Being cooped up in your room all day, studying for your final tomorrow, a good bowl of corner store ramen was what you needed before you got some sleep.

“You forgot your drink.” To the right of your noodles, you see a hand push over your favourite juice pouch. The hand slides out of your field of vision, prompting you to look up, though you didn’t even need to look to see who it was.

“Jeno~” You greeted, mouth full of ramen. You quickly swallow it before smiling up at him, “I didn’t see you when I was grabbing my food.”

“I was checking some stock in the back,” he shrugs. Jeno takes this time to retrieve your juice pouch, rip the straw off of its side, and finally poke it into the respective hole for you.

Although Jeno was a university student like you were, he somehow was resilient enough to stay up all night and still attend the few classes he had in the afternoon. But you figured that since it was exam season, he didn’t have anymore classes, which explained why he’d been here almost every night.

“Thank you,” you sighed, grabbing the juice and taking a sip.

Jeno sits next to you, looking out onto the quiet street, “Your last final is tomorrow right?” He looks over at you and rests his head on his hand, propped up by his elbow, “For chem?”

You nodded and groaned, “You remembered? I’m terrified. I think I’m gonna fail.”

Jeno nods, surprised that you even asked. He remembers a lot of details when it comes to you, but it’s nothing, “Well, with that mindset, you might actually do bad.” He pokes your shoulder, earning a glare from you.

“You’re right,” you admit, “But I genuinely am scared. I’ve been studying non-stop, but I don’t feel like I’m retaining anything.” You continue eating, slumping in your seat with the thought of the exam you had to take tomorrow.

“You’ll probably do well,” Jeno sighs, “You look like you’ve been working hard.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you turn to look at him again, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He turns back to face the empty streets. Your hair was a bit unkempt and he can see bags underneath your eyes, but even so, he still thinks you’re pretty. But for now, he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“Remind me to never come here again,” you joke.

Jeno gasps quietly, “Why? I was joking!”

You peek at Jeno through the corner of your eye and see that he thought you were being serious. “Jeno, I’m joking, too. Why would I not come here when my favourite corner store worker works here!”

Jeno eases a bit and grins, “O-oh… thank you?”

“Why are you saying thank you? I was talking about Jaemin.” Another joke—only because you loved messing with Jeno. Sulky Jeno was one of your favourite Jenos because of how a pout would appear on his lips.

Jeno glares at you, sliding the juice pouch away from you, “This is mine now.” He slowly brings it up to his lips to drink, eyes watching and waiting for a reaction.

“Did I say Jaemin?” Your eyes widen, “I meant you!” You lean over to nudge him, which he quickly counters. This makes you laugh before you turn back to eat the rest of your noodles and Jeno slides the juice back to its rightful place next to your bowl.

Jeno lets you finish your meal, occasionally glancing between you and the people or cars that walked past the store. He sees a stray cat across the street, passing a woman in scrubs. Then he spots a man, dressed down, hopping out of a taxi before slowly walking into the building at the other corner of the street. Then he sees a couple skipping down the sidewalk with arms swinging back and forth as they do.

He shifts his gaze to you wondering if this would be the right time to ask you to dinner or maybe ice cream—somewhere that wasn’t this corner store. But then he remembers the words you said a few weeks back:

“I’m too busy for anything but school and it’s draining me.”

Which very much means that a relationship is not your priority.

“Finished~” you sang, gathering your trash into the now empty bowl. The juice you still have yet to finish, but you decided it was great to have this on the walk home.

Standing up, you make your way to the garbage can, disposing of the trash, “You’re here until six right?” You walk back to your spot and pick up the sweater you had hung at the back of your chair.

Jeno nods, “Wait, you’re leaving already?” His head tilts to the side slightly, watching as you put your sweater on.

“I would stay and keep you company, but I have an exam tomorrow, remember?” you laugh lightly, raising one of your brows, “But after tomorrow, I’ll visit you as much as I want.” Pushing the chair back under the wall-mounted table, you say goodbye to Jeno before turning to leave.

You don’t complain when a wave of fresh air hits you once you open the store’s door. In fact, you take in a deep breath, causing you to sigh as you close your eyes.

“Let me walk you.” You jump at Jeno, who has suddenly appeared next to you.

“Don’t you have a store to look after?” you punch him playfully, hopping down each of the stairs beneath you, “I’ll be fine.”

He hops down right after you, “The street is empty, meaning no customers. Besides… you live like thirty seconds from here.”

“Exactly,” you say, “I live close, so you don’t need to walk me home.”

“I want to, though.” Jeno’s standing beside you, hands in his pockets, “So let’s go.” Finding no energy to argue, you sighed and gestured for him to begin walking, following shortly after.

“So, are you planning on just working for all your break?” you questioned, “Or got any other plans?”

“For the most part, yeah,” he nods, “Other than that, I’m not sure.” Maybe he can actually go through with his plan to ask you out, “How about you?”

“Nothing,” you say happily, “I can finally rest.”

“You deserve it,” he grins in your direction. At this point, you and Jeno are approaching your house, the porch light being the only thing guiding your path.

“Thanks, Jeno,” you smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jeno waits for you to slip through your gate and disappear through your door before he turns to leave. There’s a lingering feeling at the back of his head—one mixed with confidence and anticipation for tomorrow or even the day after. He plays back the number of times he’s had this same feeling when he’s with you. This equals the number of times he’s wanted to take you out and spend time with you, and the number of times he has cursed school for getting in the way.

But after tomorrow, after you’re free from the temporary shackles of school, Jeno can finally take his built-up confidence into use.

He just hopes that the waiting was worth it.

°•. ✿ .•°

tags: @k-radio @whipped-kpop-creators

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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year

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My Person

A/N: Burst of motivation so used it for this rather than studying for my next test 'cause, why not? @lokisgoodgirl thank you so much for the ideas!! Kinda mixed 2 of them together here.

w/c: 1945

Summary: Loki decides to celebrate Valentine's a little early in view of you working hard for your exams.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff

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Loki didn’t like seeing you stressed. However, your college didn’t seem to be on board with that plan, and it infuriated him. You’d been slogging off for 3 days, your sleep schedule, your food schedule and everything else being thrown out the window just because your college thought asking you a bunch of questions about the hardest subject Loki had ever heard of would be a good way to test your intelligence.

If only they knew how good you were at snowball fighting. He’d like to see them find some better at figuring out an angle to blindside the Hawkeye.

However you’d told him it was important nonetheless and as much he disliked it, decided to at least support you in whatever way he could until the day of the exam. Which was today.

He lost count of how many times he checked the time, 2pm just couldn’t seem to come any quicker. And it was only 11.15. He groaned, sliding lower in his position on the couch. He didn’t know why he was so anxious, and yet he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing up and down, pausing temporarily when his phone buzzed, resuming at a faster pace when he realized who it was.

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The blonde God who is unfortunately my brother

Brother! I am going to the store called Target

to buy a Valentine’s Day gift for Jane. Would you

like to accompany me?

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Loki sighed, he’d heard you gushing about Valentine’s Day to Natasha, although he couldn’t figure out what you’d planned for him, just that he was going to love it. He didn’t doubt that, a day full of cuddles in itself would be more than enough for him. However, he did want to get you something special, so begrudgingly he replied.

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Alright, but you stay 5 feet away from me. I’m not

in the mood for your cheeriness.

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He got up, grabbing a coat and the house keys as he stormed out of the house, with the realization that he knew nothing about what to get someone for Valentine’s day.

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Thor had decided on a box of chocolates, a rose and a card for Jane, however Loki couldn’t find something worthy of you. He’d gone through an entire aisle of cards nearly ripping three of them after reading the cheesy lines written in fine print. Only one had seemed interesting, something about sending something sexy for valentine’s day but not being able to fit into the post box. But, after some consideration, he found it rather silly. He’d also managed to nearly ruin a card with a pull-out message on it. He’d pulled it too hard, almost pulling the heart right out of the fold, rather than unfolding it. Thor had stood there, laughing nearly the entire time, telling every person who passed that it was his brother’s first time Valentine’s shopping, earning amused chuckles from them and glares and threats from Loki himself.

He huffed, throwing his hands up in the air. “This is an absolute waste of time,” he nearly yelled, turning to Thor. He pointed an accusing finger, “You put me up to this, you-you love watching me fail at this don’t you- you filthy little excuse of a-”

“Loki! We’re in public, save your insults for the car,” Thor stopped him, gently pushing Loki’s hand away. He fumed, but stayed silent, closing his eyes in defeat. “I have an idea,” Thor started. Loki opened one eye, tilting his head to the side. “What does Y/N mean to you?”

Loki straightened, opening his mouth to bite back - “For once take me seriously,” Thor said, shifting his bag of goods from one hand to the other.

Loki sighed. “She’s special Thor. She just- there’s something about her. I can’t explain it. She knows exactly what to say when. She’s smart, funny, and talented. I can’t- I can’t just give her chocolates or some printed card, it’s-it’s not enough.”

Thor smiled, “Then don’t brother, give her something personal. What would she like?”

Loki froze in thought. Personal. What was that phrase you always used? My person. You’re my person. If only he could materialize that. He placed his hands on his hips, and started pacing. Personal. Personal. My person. Us. He froze, spinning back to Thor. “I’ve got it!”

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When you got home, you expected Loki would be all over you. You hadn’t texted him after the exam, and deliberately told him a time 2 hours later than the actual end of your test, just so that you could add a few final touches to the Valentine’s Day present you’d got him. It was tomorrow, which meant you were a bit late, but with your exam schedule, it’d been hard to get anything else done at all. However when you walked into the dining room, you froze, nearly dropping your bags.

Loki was standing there in jeans and a black shirt, with that emerald blazer you’d given him on New Year’s partly buttoned, a huge grin on his face. The table was covered in rose petals and little colored pieces of paper, with a box sitting in the center.

You placed your bags down, immediately running over and engulfing him in a big hug. Loki laughed as he caught you, twirling you around once, before setting you down gently and bending over for a kiss.

“How was your exam darling?” He asked once he pulled away, his arms still around your waist. You smiled, “It went well,” you pulled yourself closer to him, your arms tightening around his waist. You kissed his shoulder, “Thanks for all your help,” you whispered.

Loki kissed your forehead, rubbing your back gently. “Don’t thank me love, you deserve all that and much more.” You both pulled away, your eyes filled with nothing but admiration for your boyfriend. You turned, one hand still around his torso, as you used the other to gesture to the display in front of you.

“So,” You said.

“So,” he responded. You looked up at him. “What is all this?” you laughed. He smiled, “You can choose darling. An early Valentine’s Day present, or a reward for working so hard for your test,”

“But I only just told you that I did well,” you said, confused.

“Whether you did well or not is secondary,” he replied, “you did your absolute best, and a reward is in order.”

You couldn’t help the huge grin that split across your face. “So how do I go about this?” you asked, stepping up to the table. “Read the notes first. Then open the box,” Loki replied. You suddenly turned back to him. “You’re not proposing are you? I mean- not that I would mind, I- I’d love it. But I mean, I still haven’t graduated and I- I just thought-” Loki placed his hands on your shoulders, silencing you. “I know love, it’s not. Don’t worry,”. You nodded, hoping he didn’t feel bad. You knew you loved him enough to marry him, but you wanted to graduate first. You were glad he understood.

You turned back around reaching for the first note. It was written in his handwriting, delicate cursive filling the small colored square.

I’m so grateful for the fact that Tony basically raised you. Otherwise, I doubt you would have forced me to confess my feelings for you.

You laughed, reaching for the next one,

Your smile is brighter than the Bifrost. And that, as you say, is saying something.

You grinned, picking up a pink one next,

I’ve never said it, but your hugs are my safe space. The world’s cruelty disappears when your arms are sound mine.

At this point your eyes were starting to water as you picked up the next 3 at once.

I do think at this point you are the one thing I could not live without. You make life worth living, for someone who has gone through and done as much as I have.

I know you don’t like me seeing you dance, but I will confess, that I have seen it once, when you thought I wasn’t home yet and you were blasting your favorite ‘Sucker’ by the Jonas Brothers and dancing around the kitchen.

One more thing I never say enough: You Are My Person

Tears were now streaming down your face, and Loki wrapped his hand around your waist from behind, wiping your tears away with the other.

He kissed your hair, “I love you,” he said. You turned around, pulling him down for a long kiss.

“I love you too,” you whispered, pulling away.

“Open the box please,” he requested, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You pulled away, walking back to the table as you gently picked up the small box. You opened it carefully, gasping immediately once you saw what was inside.

A golden colored necklace sat inside with a beautiful heart outlined with stones as the pendant. Inside the heart was your initial, a little plus sign and then an L. You turned around to Loki, holding it out. He carefully pulled the necklace out, and you turned back around. You pulled your hair out of the way, as he gently fastened the necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulder afterwards.

“I love it,” you grin, placing the box on the table. “I’m glad darling,” Loki replied, a smile on his face. “My turn,” you walk over to your bags, going through them as you pick out a box. You hand it to your boyfriend, “Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

Loki carefully opened the box, lips curving into a huge grin as he saw what was inside. You’d gotten him a thin gold bracelet, with a small rectangular piece in the center reading: My person.

You gently turned the bracelet over, the underside had your nickname etched into it.

Loki looked back up at you, “Put it on for me?” You nodded, carefully pulling it out and clasping it around his wrist.

He then promptly wrapped his arms around you again.

It took you forever to decide what you wanted to get him. When you were on your way home from college one day, you passed a store that was selling personalized jewelry and you couldn’t help but think it was perfect.

Loki pulled away slightly, “I have to admit though, Thor did help me a bit with the decision, not what to buy of course, but more of how to decide what to buy. That doesn’t make sense does it?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I think I got it. But, you know what that means,” you said, pulling away. “Uh- no, no I don’t,” He responded, concern lacing his voice as you started carrying your bags up the stairs.

You turned back around, pausing, “You have to say thank you,” you smirked, then continued up the stairs.

Loki ran after you “No. Not in the name of the nine realms, no way,” he protested, as you packed everything away. “Yes,” you said your arms on your hips.

“No.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No, I will absolutely not.”

“Fine then, no cuddles for 2 days. And that’s really saddening you know, considering I have a day off tomorrow,”

Loki gaped at you, both of you knowing full well that you’d cornered him. “I-You- You wouldn’t,” he said pointing at you.

You shrugged, the smirk still on your face. “I just did.”

He groaned, “Fine, fine, I’ll apologize tomorrow.”

You nodded, jumping on to the bed with the TV remote. “That works.”

“So can I get cuddles today then?” he asked, cautiously approaching the bed.

You laughed, “Get over here ya big cuddle bug.”

A/N: This was soo fun to writee. Hope y'all like it!!

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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[POV: You Play Too Much] -- Paperwork

You know how to get the job done, it's just a matter of getting Aokiji to do it, too

900~ words suggestive but sfw c: fem!assistant/reader

i also want to thank you for reading cause this is rather experimental as far as, uh, suggestiveness goes aaaa

“Sorry, but this is fresh from Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself,” you plop the stack of files and binded paper unto the desk with a deafening schwack! and smile to match.

“I’ll get right on it..after the scheduled mid-afternoon nap.” The reclined, bump on a log drawled from under his sleep mask. Even with that being said, you are never too sure if maybe it’s sleep talk or if he actually halfway acknowledged you.

“Oh, and Admiral Akainu said that you needed to pull your weight, so here’s your load.” Another pile of paper pounded the desk with an equally deafening shwack! – although, knowing the source from where it came, you could feel the malice from whom it was ordered from seep out a bit as some of the top pages fluttered away onto the ground, baring a striking and ‘URGENT’ crimson label on every page that needed to be completed.

Probably catching a faint scent of the load of ‘crap’, Kuzan crinkled his nose ever so slightly before giving it a quick scratch, but remained unfazed.

“Hmm. Can’t make any promises since the schedule is pretty loaded..”

After unsuccessfully getting his attention, you could only wager on what could. After ripping out a light snore, it was evident that today’s reports and filings weren’t going to get done anytime soon – be it today or the next several days, for that matter.

You also have to admit - heavy reams of reports and files sounded incredibly unattractive hitting the desk, but you on the other hand..

The soft pass of your legs piling onto the table, you replace the stacks of paper with yourself – some not making it to the floor as neatly as others as the sound of flittering officer reports littered the ground, already blending in with some previous documents that were considered ‘done’ for the day as far Kuzan cared.

“I know it’s not my place, sir, but I do have a better idea – if you don’t mind my say so.”

“Oh?”

Confirming any pique in interest, Kuzan allowed the sleeping mask to slink back behind his hair and refocused his eyes to rest on you.

“Instead of all of this boring paperwork, maybe..” you coyly suggested an alternative as his cool gaze set you ablaze – causing you to trail off. Slowly and thoroughly, with every minute passage of time of giving you his focus, his eyes chilled you to the core – much like when ice slowly creeps up to fully envelope you in frost – but ironically enough, warm to the touch.

“Mmm you have my attention, Y/N.” Kuzan affirmed – his head fixed into his wide palm and a small smile daring to sneak onto his lips.

Feigning any type of innocence that lay in your words, you waggle one of your legs that you allowed to drop off the table in rhythm with your finger as you tapped it against your chin - continuing on with your little ruse. Part of you felt like you had to move to make sure you weren’t imagining things – like possibly he froze you in place with his devil fruit. And then the other part of you had to move to make sure you kept his interest and this plan in motion.

“Erm, well, what do you think of this?”

You can’t drop the ball now that you have his attention – no, especially now that he’s fully focused on every move you’re making.

“I just figured, that, well, maybe you’d prefer to file your fingers through this instead,”

Right as you shifted your weight to slink back down onto your feet, curious but desirous eyes followed after you – not missing a single step, shift or shake of your mesmerizing movement. The hand that once held his face seemed to reach out to you as Kuzan readjusted himself in his seat - looking forward to much more exciting and worthwhile activities other than paperwork.

It only required Kuzan few steps to move anywhere in his office, but it required a little more for you, and Kuzan welcomed the sight and the extra ‘steps’ you take in order to get things done. Picking up where his hand halted, his eyes lay upon you to track where you were headed next.

With a little twirl and a charming smile to match, you stop in front of a filing cabinet; you appear to be taken aback to see that you were being followed by hungry eyes and slightly jump in surprise. Of course, this wins a bigger smile from your boss, and you’re able to catch yourself as you regain composure.

“Well well, what needs my attention other than-“

As if you were a showcase girl displaying some luxurious merchandise, you extend your arm to grab a cabinet drawer while curling a captivating leg behind you and anchoring the other to the floor – bracing for the thrust of impact coming your way.

“Here.”

Schwoosh!

“These also need to be submitted by 17:00 hours and they’re already penned and signed where need be by me.” You beam as the file cabinet sprang open to showcase the other backlogged files needing tending to by Kuzan. Today.

“Not cool, Y/N.”

An immediate drop in his countenance matched the chill in the room as his eyes lay upon the ungodly sight of even more paperwork filling the office space, which should be an impossibility at this point.

Aokiji heaved a heavy sigh of disappointment.

“Not cool.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #aokiji #kuzan #kuzan x reader #aokiji x reader #pink thread of fate

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eunjidrabbles · 1 year

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9.40pm

(Y'all shall be getting a timestamp drabble for this month because I've been under the weather this past few weeks and it's been miserable 💀 the weather has been so cold lately my body can't adapt to it and I'm just coughing nonstop so I'm just gonna write some very self-indulgent stuff)

Warning(s): You're sick.

Word count: About 1.1k

Through the darkness, you could hear footsteps from afar, leading you to an unknown place. Although you would not see your surroundings, you were calm and comfortably warm. You weren't too sure where you were or how you got here but it felt nice and comforting enough for you to stay where you were. Settling down, you thought to yourself, "This isn't too bad of a place."

Hearing the muffled footsteps approach, you attempted to look around you yet again, only to still be met with darkness. Frowning, you stood back up cautiously, aware that you were no longer alone.

A sudden impact from your side forced a choked gasp of air to escape your lips as you were blinded by a dazzling light as your eyes ripped open in shock. You would have been concerned that whatever you were looking at was spinning or that everything seemed too bright but your body took control before your mind could and you wrecked out into wheezing coughs the moment your body woke up. Only when the coughing let up slightly did you manage to slowly reopen your eyes, groaning as the lights stung and caused tears to automatically start rolling out. Realizing that there was an extra weight on your thighs, you slowly turned to be met with a very concerned look from your girlfriend.

“You’re sick.”

Her usually loud voice was barely a whisper and through the fog, you realized that she probably lowered it for your sake. Wheezing out another cough, you cleared your throat to reply to her, only to find yourself weakly giving a hum, your brain struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Pouting at the disappointment in her voice, you turned your head to bury yourself against your cool pillow. You knew that if you had given Bora a call, she would have dropped everything to rush over to look after you. As touching and heart-swooning as that were, you didn’t want to be a burden and interrupt her already busy schedule thinking that you could just sleep it off and get better. That obviously was not the case seeing as to how you didn’t seem to get better but instead struggle to even get out of bed and even missed your girlfriend’s phone calls with you drifting in and out of consciousness due to the medicine you ate.

Bora could probably tell how the guilt rolled off you as you hear her sigh and gently brush strands of hair behind your ear, cold hands pressing up against your forehead. A part of you wanted to tell her to not touch you, knowing that you haven’t had the strength to get up to wash up but the other parts of you relaxed at her touch, feeling relief that someone was there. Feeling her pull away and shuffle off you, a moment of panic washed over you, and through your heavy limbs, you reached for her with a whine before inevitably breaking out into a fit of coughs again.

Feeling her cool hands come back in contact with your heated skin as she gently guided you to lay back down fully, you heard another sigh before soft lips were placed on your head.

“I’m just going to make you some soup. I won’t be gone for long. Promise.”

Huffing, you nodded slowly as Bora placed another gentle peck near your lips, causing your lips to pull up into a tired smile. Squinting and watching as she left the room, you finally glanced around the room to see it spin and before nausea could get ahold of you, you closed your eyes again. Just like that, sleep overtook you again.

The next time you opened your eyes again, you didn’t feel any better but there was a damp cloth sitting on your forehead. Weakly looking to your sides, you saw a bowl of what you’d presume to be water on the bedside. Wanting to reach up to remove the cloth, you found yourself nicely tucked into the blankets. At this point, you knew that it was the doing of your lovely girlfriend. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you fought back the itch in your throat but failed and started coughing yet again. This time, however, you hear the thumping of steps as Bora ran into the room and she quickly started patting and rubbing your back to ease the coughing. Once it let up slightly, you looked up to see her with the same concerned look but with a mask on. You suppose that you were staring as she helped you sit up against the bedrest as she shook her head and cleared a space.

“I’m here to help you get better, not get myself sick too.”

Turning and leaving the room once again, she came back with the portable table and set it up in front of you before going back out again to retrieve a steaming bowl of soup. Although you didn’t have much of an appetite, your body responded with a loud growl at the sight of food being served to you. Bora let out a laugh at the way you could still act embarrassed and urged you to eat up. You couldn’t help but notice that your girlfriend was staring at you while you were eating so when you finally found the courage, you looked up from your soup to meet her eyes questioningly.

“You know you’re not a burden right? Even I will get sick eventually and I will definitely want you to be there for me too.”

Knowing that she hit the sore spot right on point as you quickly avoided eye contact and took another spoonful of soup, she sighed again.

“It’s okay to call on me whenever. I promised you that I will be here for you before and I intend to keep that promise.”

Seeing you nod slowly and look back up at her once again, she reached forward to give you a little pinch on your cheeks before sitting down by the side of the bed.

“Plus, you know. This is like practice for our wedding vows. In sickness and in health.”

On cue, you dropped your spoon into the bowl as you started another coughing fit, face flushing as her words repeated in your head. Hearing her loud laughter, you glared at her as she watched your reaction and fell over on the bed, still in giggles. Huffing in amusement, you shook your head. Yet as absurd as that was, you could feel your body warming up at the thought of the domesticity of a future between the both of you and suddenly your limbs were not as heavy and you felt like you could breathe in the freshest of air without the urge to cough. Although it was still cold outside and your body would take just a bit longer to recover, you could feel your body healing with just her presence.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #sua imagines #sua scenarios #sua x reader #sua fluff #timestamp challenge

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epersonae · 4 months

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hope youre doing better after the broken leg!!! terrible start to the new year rip :(

I am finally using my laptop again (phone is terrible for asks!) and yes, I am doing better than I was, although I am currently not weight-bearing on my broken leg, my sleep schedule is a nightmare, and I am constantly trying to find a comfortable position to lay or sit. But the swelling and pain have been gradually getting better. I had to have a rod inserted basically the entire length of my calf, so it was quite an ordeal.

and literally all I did was step wrong, slipped on a concrete walkway and hit the corner of the pad where it stepped down. did not even make it into the holiday party I was walking up to, alas.

but I am super grateful for my friends near and far who have been looking after me in all sorts of ways, and that makes it a little easier. (also I am watching a ton of old Perry Mason episodes.)

#asks #personal stuff #the Oh Come On aspect is that the break is right under a tattoo I got of Ryn's art #a lit match and a Mountain Goats line 'just stay alive'

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badwithten · 1 year

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Blood Thirsty | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING vampire!Bangchan x fem!reader

GENRE horror

WORD COUNT 2.5k

WARNINGS blood, violence (kinda, chan bites y/n neck lol), mentions of nudity, suggestive but no smut

SYNOPSIS It was your first Christmas with Chan and things were looking good. You had recently moved into an apartment with him, organised a Christmas dinner for all the members and had mistletoe hanging round every corner (any excuse to give him a kiss). But as Christmas gets closer, something about Chan seems off. His skin is cold and he won’t stop looking at you like a starved man who's just seen food for the first time.

MASTERLIST

Chan was always a hard worker. Whether it was school when he was younger, the success of Stray Kids or his own self-improvement, there was constantly something he was working towards and he wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal. This meant you often spent nights alone waiting for him to come back from the studio. Although all was forgiven when you woke up to him holding onto you, head buried into your chest finding comfort in your warmth. You’d leave him sleeping, enjoying his company that you often didn't get much of due to his busy schedule. But recently you had been waking to an empty cold bed.

Every now and again you would wake up by yourself. Either Chan was busy on schedule, staying in some faraway hotel or you'd wake with your phone blown up with apology texts about how he's staying in the studio tonight. Although you missed him during these times, you knew it wouldn't be long till you saw him again.

Things had been different the last month, instead of this only happening every couple of weeks, it happened every couple of days. He’d disappear with no explanation, but you could tell when it was coming. He would become very attentive to your every need, smothering you with love, cooking you meals and buying you gifts. It’s not that you didn't appreciate it, but it bought you sadness knowing what would come next. While he was caring for your needs, he would ignore his own, and refuse care from you. Soon he would become pale, his face losing any light it ever had. Instead replaced by the grey from under his eyes. His late nights at the studio would turn into early morning arrivals. Trying to sneak back into bed unnoticed but failing. Soon there would be no arrivals, just countless days without seeing him. He wasn't ignoring you, he'd still respond to your every text and call. But he refused to come home. Then when he did arrive it was like he was reborn, he was so full of energy and life, it was hard to believe it was the same Chan that left only days earlier. And then the cycle would begin again, his needs ignored while he treated you like a goddess.

You trusted Chan very much, his love was rooted deep in your soul and you know he would never do anything purposely to rip it out. But when you contacted the members and discovered he wasn't disappearing to the dorms or the studios on his days away from home you grew worried. Maybe he was cheating? Maybe he had gone full Walter White, creating something more than music. Whatever it was, you weren't happy with him. Yet he always managed to avoid your questions, moving the conversation away from him and pampering you like he always did. But with the holiday season coming up, you refused to spend this time of the year alone.

“Hey my darling” His voice, although surprising, was very welcome. You look over the back of the couch where you sat, book in your lap. Chan was just coming home after his few days out, wearing the same clothes as last you saw him despite seeming clean and well groomed. He dumped his stuff at the door and made his way over to you. First catching your face in a kiss, he practically moaned into your mouth, the wet kiss making up for any anger you had built up for him. His arms came down over your shoulders and he pulled away, head resting on your neck where he continued to place hard kisses. “I missed you”

“Me too” Your hands held tightly against his forearms, scared to let you, afraid he will slip away into the unknown if you let him out of sight. After a long moment of holding each other, Chan stands, stretching out his back and going to attend to the mess he left at the door.

“Chris?” Hearing his birth name spoken catches him off guard, his lips pursing and eyes growing large in curiosity. “Can I talk to you? Please?”

“Yeah of course” He once again leaves his bag at the door, joining you on the couch where he folds up his legs and takes your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“You’ve been out so much lately and” He opens his mouth to defend himself but you hold up a hand, telling him to just listen. “And I’m trying to trust you and I’m trying to have faith. But it's getting really hard being here alone Chris. I mean this is our first home together and I spend all my time here by myself.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I don’t mean to be this way, I just get so caught up in life” He looks truly sympathetic, but he always does and nothing ever changes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

“Yeah, that's my next point” You chew at your lip nervously, knowing he's either going to brush this off with some half-assed excuse or tell you he’ll stay before leaving in a couple of days. “I want you here, no, I need you here for the holidays. I can’t stand being alone anymore and I understand you're busy. But all I’m asking for is December with no disappearances. Please”

“I’m not disappearing Y/N, I’m just work-”

“You know what I mean, please Chan, for me?” He melted under your touch, your voice soothing him after a day of stress. How could he say no to you?

“This is nice” The soft bubbles that held you didn't compare to the feeling of him completely holding you in the almost too-hot water. It was a scene out of a movie, you and your lover sat together in a bath, candles lit and a strawberry-scented bubble mixture covering your bodies. It was intimate, but not sexual. Both of you were exhausted and just needed the familiar touch of each other to ground yourselves. Your head sat against his shoulder, it allowed you a view of his face. He was at peace, a rare sight you needed to take in despite the ever-growing weight against your eyelids.

All he could do is a hum in response, the small weight you felt against your conscience was something he bore against his whole body. Yet you must've slipped away first, waking up wrapped in your rob and placed in bed. Next to you, he lay, body rising and falling with each deep breath.

You pull yourself away from the comfort of the bed and to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and getting properly ready for bed. Starting with caring for your hair, then your skin and finally brushing away the grim of your teeth. When you return to the bedroom, you see Chan sitting up, fluffy hair a mess and skin puffy. He reaches out to you like a child. “You left me all alone over here”

“I’m not that afraid you're gonna leave” You smile down at him, sitting on his side of the bed and falling into his arms. He places a kiss on your temple, squeezing you against him. It seems that he's more afraid of himself leaving than you are.

Your few days of grace are up. Despite spending every hour of the last few days by your side, he is once again exhausted. He goes to bed before you yet wakes up later. The more sleep he gets, the less he does, and the deeper the bags under his eyes grow. By the time you’re finished in the shower, he's tucked into bed, sleeping tight. Your nighttime routine takes longer than it normally would. You take in every part of him, knowing that tomorrow you’ll wake up and he’ll be gone.

He always is.

You have no alarm set for your day off, letting your natural clock and sun wake you. You roll over, finding comfort in Chan's arms, he notices your presence in his sleep and pulls you closer. You lay there for a moment, happy, but soon something else spikes in your stomach. You sit up and rub your eyes, in doing so waking us Chan. “You’re here?”

“What?” Barely any sound leaves him, with only one eye partly open.

“I thought you'd be gone” You laugh, disappointed in yourself that you doubted him. “But you’re here”

“Hmm” He still can’t process what you're saying, rolling his tongue in his mouth and falling back into a deep sleep. You usually tell him off for sleeping in so late, but this morning you joined him. He was still with you.

You weren't asleep for long when you woke, the feeling of eyes over your body pulling you back to the land of the living.

“Hey” You smile up at him, catching him in the act, but he's shameless, continuing to stare you down.

“Morning” He reaches down and kisses your forehead, before moving to your lips, tasting the permanent stain of your favourite lip balm as well as your morning breath. “Sleep well?” He leans back into his pillow, coughing slightly as his voice adjusts.

“The best” You cuddle further into his bare chest, fingers running up and down his defined abs. Usually, you weren’t this needy in the morning, but something must've been in the air. “I need you”

Your voice is barely a whisper but he hears you, his hand rubs up and down your side. “Hmm? What was that darling?” You know he’s teasing, you usually try not to give him the reaction he wants in this scenario, but it's been so long that you can't help yourself.

“Please” You're not any louder than you were before but he seems happy. Guiding you to sit in front of him, thighs over his hips as he sits up further. Your hands explore his exposed torso as if it's the first time, and his hands do the same, removing your shirt and connecting with your lips once more. It doesn’t take long for the makeout session to get more intense, soon his mouth is on your neck, sucking and nibbling away at the skin while his hands move lower on your body.

“Wait” He pulls away out of breath, his eyes wide and full of panic. He takes a moment to himself, gazes set on where he was on your neck just moments earlier. Eyes on your neck, eyes on you. He switches between you a few times, biting his lip as he does. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry”

He groans, burying his head in his hands. Confused, you pull his hands away, taking his face in your own.

“It’s ok, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” You smile reassuringly. The awkwardness of the moment is interrupted by your stomach rumbling, you both look down. “I think it's time for breakfast, yeah?”

“I’m gonna jump in the shower first but don’t wait for me”

By the time you’ve finished eating you find Chan still locked away in the bathroom. He reassures you he's fine, just enjoying the hot water, but you have your doubts. Leaving him be you start your errands for the day.

You return to a clean house, finding Chan over his laptop at the dining table. His eyes are so immersed in whatever he's working on that he doesn't notice you enter. You stay silent for a few moments, appreciating the glow he brings to your home. Crouching you place your belongings on the ground, quietly searching through the bags until you find what you are searching for.

“Chan” You sing out to him, watching as he jumps in his seat.

“Hey love” He smiles despite being shocked, You stroll over to him, a mischievous look in your eyes, hands hidden behind your back. “What's going on?”

“Nothing” You're a bad liar, but this only irks him further.

“Really? Nothing?” He spoke to you as if you were a child, playing along with your games. Rubbing your arm, he tried to expose what you were hiding, but you pull away, a smile remaining on your face.

“Come here, I’ll show you” Taking a few steps away, you speak once again, your voice enchanting him. Standing up from the table, he follows you, each step you take away from him, he takes one towards you. Pulling and pushing until you're up against the wall, lip between your teeth, grinning at him.

“Now, what was it you were gonna show me?” His hand finds your check, holding it softly. You jump at the touch, his hand cold to the touch. You decide for a moment if you want to tease him any further, but you can’t hold out that long. Instead, you hold your hand over his head, a fake mistletoe decoration now above the two of you. “Is that mistletoe?”

He laughs, his big smile and eyes scrunching the exact reaction you were looking for. “You're so cute”

“You have to kiss me now Chris!” He just looks at you, lips pursed together in amusement. ”Please!”

Just like his hands, his lips are frozen, melting against yours as the two of you move together, hearts beating as one. The kiss goes from sweet and little, to hot and intense much faster than you had anticipated. Despite pushing you away this morning, you had a feeling he needed this more than you did. He was hungry, desperate for you. His knuckles are turning white against your shirt. Occasionally his sharp teeth would catch your lips, making you gasp into his mouth.

“More” You whine, pushing away his aggressive kisses and begging for him. His eyes are dark, pupils expanding as he takes in your desperate state. “I need more”

Like a repeat of this morning, he moves from your mouth to your neck, starting with light pecks before it becomes sloppy and aggressive. But once again he stops himself, mouth hovering over your skin. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it tight. “Chan please!”

In your euphoric state, you think he's just teasing you, you don't sense the panic coursing through him. “I’m afraid of losing control Y/N”

“I’m yours Chan'' You want him to lose control, desperate to have the real him in your arms after so long of not having him. Another soft kiss is placed against your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Let go, Chan”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he loses any self-control he had, instantly baring his fangs and digging them into your neck. You scream out at the sharp pain. Even with all your strength, it's not enough to disconnect him from your neck. “Chris!” You cry out, tears rolling down your face. You begin to feel lightheaded as he sucks at your neck. Eventually, he steps away, hands still at your side holding you up.

Colour has returned to his face, but this isn't the Chan you know. His face is wild, teeth sharp and protruding from his lips. Blood, your blood, drips from his mouth, but soon he licks it off of his chin.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry, I can't help myself" His voice soothes any pain felt in your neck, but not for long as he goes back in for a second bite. “You just taste so good my darling”

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