#and i am so fucking disgusted by the ruling class

[kooktrash]

summer bummer, baby | jeon jungkook [1 of 2]

summary: summertime is supposed to be a time of easy living and that’s what you were hoping for when you signed up for an extra credit program cleaning up the shores of Busan and staying in a luxurious beach house. what you didn’t sign up for was to live with Jungkook, a failed talking stage who you’ve avoided for the past few months. despite having a slight disliking toward each other you find yourselves be by pulled back into each other throughout your stay. the only question that remains is if this is just going to be a summer thing or something more.

TWO PART SERIES

➢ genre/au: enemies to lovers/beach read. jungkook x y/n [afab she/her]

➢ 12.6k words

warnings: soft e2l. smüt with plot. beach foreplay. handsy sunscreen scenes. oral [f and m]. händjob. cünnilingus [face sitting] heavy makeout and groping. jealous jk. jealous y/n. jk is a soft tsundere [v antisocial and cold except to y/n —mostly]. love bites. jk almost gets into a fight over y/n. y/n meets jk’s family. future smüt

What started as excitement had turned to complete disgust the second your eyes locked with his but it is at least fair to say that he’s feeling the same.

It was supposed to be a summer at the beach spending your days in a summer house and meeting hot guys, not spending two months with the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You aren’t even sure how exactly this happened but you do know that you should have prepared for the worst. You were in the same environmental science class, for fuck’s sake. You both knew about this summer job but because you refused to speak to each other you didn’t know you would actually be living together.

“Alright, Professor Choi’s been kind enough to rent out his beach house to you all for the summer,” your student-teacher Jin, started speaking once the charter bus came to a stop in beach suburbia, “I understand you’re all adults but let’s not forget the reason you’re here. This is being sponsored by the University and there is zero tolerance for misbehavior so let me go over some rules.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you stared out the window hearing your professor list off rules.

‘No parties—outside guests are allowed but not past capacity.’

‘No illegal substances permitted whatsoever, no destruction of property unless you’re ready to pay for whatever is broken out of pocket.’

‘If you miss a shift, provide a notice at least three hours prior and if you miss too many back to back you’ll pay your own trip back to Seoul and there will automatically be a deduction in your attendance record as part of the credit program.’

“Wow, this is school away from school, how am I supposed to get laid in this quick paced environment?” Jimin joked as he nudged Jungkook’s arm playfully. He barely reacted as he stared out the window waiting for the moment to get out of this hot bus.

“Yes Mr. Park, that’s the point,” Jin said, sending him a glare, “You’re here because you applied to get extra credit, not a vacation for you to get ‘laid’.”

Jimin lifted a hand to his forehead as if saluting the professor and it made Jungkook crack a smile when he rolled his eyes and continued.

“Mr. Kim! Question,” another student, Hoseok, raised a hand, “So if we were to want to… get laid? Can we do that in the house or do we gotta do it on the beach? Or is it absolutely prohibited to de-stress after a hard day’s work picking up trash?”

An eruption of light laughter filled the bus as the student-teacher’s eye twitched in annoyance. Even you managed to laugh a little at that guy’s fair question. The student-teacher only glared at him, “Get off the bus, I’m tired of you all.”

“Wanna room together?” The girl you’ve spent the last four hours on the back of a bus asked as everyone began to line up to get off. You’re actually kind of surprised Sora would want to room with you after how awkward you’ve been. To be fair, you’ve done very little talking since this morning when you arrived at campus waiting for the shuttle bus and spotted no other than Jeon Jungkook, that was enough to ruin your mood. So it took you by surprise that she still wanted to room with you. With that in mind, you gave a subtle nod to her question and she smiled.

You both joined the others outside trying to get your suitcases out but you refused to get closer. Jungkook was one of the ones helping everyone get the luggage out of the compartment on the side of the bus you weren’t going to get close to him—except till he pulled out your suitcase looking around to see who would take it. Your eyes met as you practically snatched it out of his hands without a thank you and turned away.

Jungkook was more annoyed than he let on. He didn’t even look fazed by the fact that you were coming, acting indifferent but inside he was punching the air. He’s had to spend two semesters with you and now he can’t even catch a break over the summer? He gets that this was some extra credit program but why did you have to be here? It’s not that he completely hates you, it's just awkward.

The two of you had a failed talking stage a couple months back because you were both too flakey and immature. Since then it’s just been annoying to see each other. You texted enough to know a good amount about each other and that’s why it’s so weird, nothing ever came out of your talking so now anytime you see each other it’s just a reminder that you’re practically strangers who know too much about each other.

“I’m so happy we’re gonna be living with hot girls this summer,” Jimin whispered once they passed Jin as he unlocked the front door. It was a large white house with light beige accents like the doors, garage, trimming, etc. It also had large glass windows and it was just huge, like a scene out of a movie.

There were eight of you in total and aside from you, Jungkook didn’t know the others that well. He’s met the three other guys a couple times but not enough to be close friends with them. They all attended different lecture times for the same class so it makes sense that he’s not familiar with everyone else and on top of that the ‘supervisor’ here is the student teacher who’ll be staying in the guest house just next door all on his own so he doesn’t even count.

Despite being in college there are still rules in this house—it’s your professor’s beach house after all—and it’s Jin’s job to make sure everything happens smoothly. He’s practically a babysitter who directed you all down the halls of your bedrooms.

Jungkook didn’t mind the rules and the place was big enough that he could find a private spot for himself but he did have to find a roommate and his best luck is Jimin, so it’s best he plays nice.

“I guess,” was all he said in response to Jimin’s statement following everyone else into the house. The place was amazing and everyone clearly thought so, Jungkook now knew what his tuition money was used for at least.

The interior of the house looked like a typical modern style with light color and there were four bedrooms but only three will be used for all eight students. It sounded cramped but the bedrooms were huge and the girl’s room was specifically split into two separate rooms that were connected by a bathroom and large closet they could all share. The boys had two separate bedrooms but much smaller and aside from the two rooms there was an entertainment room too. Overall, the house was amazing and that’s without going into detail about the main level.

Once everyone had split to unpack their bags is when the real conversations started.

“Why are they all so hot?” One of the girls, Mirae, started saying. All four of you were all in the vanity area unpacking your things in the closets.

“My favorite is Jimin,” Sora pointed out as she took out folded clothes from her suitcase, “But I’ll admit Jungkook is really fucking hot.”

“I agree, he’s not usually my type but it’s hard to ignore a guy that looks like that,” The fourth girl, Jia, said with a laugh. Great, you thought, feed the guy’s ego even more.

“What about you, Y/n? Anyone you think is hot?” Sora asked but you only shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten a good look at them.”

You were tired of this conversation and so was Jungkook, who was having an awfully similar one.

“Come on, you’ve got to think at least one of these girls is hot,” Hoseok said as they all gathered in Jungkook and Jimin’s bedroom. It’s the third time they’ve asked Jungkook what he thinks about you and the others but he hasn’t said anything.

He’s not going to tell them the hottest person is you and he’s got two reasons for it. One, he’ll never admit that he’s physically attracted to you ever again, second, if he says it he has no doubt in his mind that the guys will bring it up around you. Yeah it’s awkward and he dislikes you slightly but he’s also not blind. You’re his type and even if he has a distaste toward you that doesn’t change your looks.

“They’re okay,” he said with a simple shrug as he tried paying his attention on unpacking his clothes while the others talked.

“Well Y/n is hot,” the fourth guy, Jisoo, spoke up from his seated position on the floor next to his roommate, Hoseok.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jimin said, adding on to the conversation happening around Jungkook as he focused on what he was doing instead. Hoseok made sure to tell everyone he thought the same and the only one who stayed quiet was Jungkook.

For the first night you and Jungkook were able to avoid each other well enough to not have to speak to each other once. Jin had gone out of his way to buy the first round of groceries for the house and you all went out for dinner. When you came back you went straight to your room knowing tomorrow you would have to start working.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

It was basically a paid school trip for you all. The main reason why you did it was for the extra credit but living on a beach for two months and getting paid for it wasn’t so bad. Your professor had proposed the idea to all of his class hours months ago. It was part of some project to keep oceans clean and he was a part of a few nonprofit organizations that did things like this but this time around you would be paid. You weren’t going to be making a crazy amount of money but enough to support yourselves while here for two months.

He made it a blind raffle sort of thing where everyone who applied for the program got put into a raffle that one of the board members would choose and you still find it bizarre that both you and Jungkook managed to get chosen.

Now you’re both waiting in the living room for Hoseok to come downstairs so the three of you could go to your first shift of the week.

“Okay, I’m here! I couldn’t find my sunglasses,” Hoseok said as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, “Are we walking or driving?”

“Doesn’t matter,” both you and Jungkook said at the same time.

“Let’s driving then, who wants to driv—“

“Me.” Once again you said it at the same time and it was hard to ignore now as you glared at each other.

“Jungkook can drive,” you gave in and said. Despite living on the beach the section you were at was more secluded than where the public usually stayed near the boardwalk. Your professor worked with beach organizers and that’s how you all got the jobs for the summer and today was your first day.

The organizer explained what you would be doing today and it was fairly easy. You would be picking up trash, setting out chairs or umbrellas, making sure no wildlife that appears on shore gets interrupted by beach goers.

You were trying to set the umbrellas up right now since it was early enough that not that many people were here yet and it let you all do morning duties first. Jungkook stood behind watching the way the wind picked up the ends of your hair and smacked it back into your face with a little smug smile. He could tell you were getting flustered but he just finished setting out chairs with Hoseok so he was taking a little break.

“Oh my god,” you groaned in frustration, flipping your hair out of your face for what felt like the billionth time, trying to get this stupid pole to click into place. Behind you, you could hear a little chuckle and immediately you turned to glare at the culprit—or culprits.

“You should’ve worn your hair up,” Hoseok joked as he came to help you but Jungkook stayed behind still laughing a little. You rolled your eyes as you let him take over watching Jungkook come over to help too.

“I don’t have a hair tie,” you told him, “And you guys have watched me struggle and just now decided to help?”

“It was funny,” Jungkook muttered, making you scoff. Of course the first thing he says to you is about how funny it was to watch you struggle. Up close now you had to force yourself to look at his face only but when he’s wearing a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the beach’s name displayed on the front it was hard to look anywhere but at his tattooed arm. You understand why all the girls are thirsting for him and at one point you did too.

“Funny?” You questioned.

“That’s what I said,” Jungkook told you as he and Hoseok finished what you couldn’t do. You didn’t pull your gaze away from his because that’s what he wanted and you were set on making him look away first. Neither one of you said anything and he knew it was because you were biting your tongue.

“Your face is funny,” you finally said immediately regretting it after how immature it made you sound. He was just annoying you. He didn’t talk to you at all yesterday and today he had the nerve to laugh when you were clearly struggling? There were tons of things you could’ve said instead that wouldn’t make him laugh like he is now.

Jungkook raised a questioning brow as he stood in front of you, having to look down now, “You can do better than that, say what’s on your mind.”

If you really wanted to say what was on your mind you would be here forever. You could start with the fact that he’s arrogant and an asshole. You could say that it’s not fair that he basically put all the blame on you for why you didn’t go out. You could point out that he thinks he’s better than everyone and that he feels like he could do whatever he wants which is so annoying. You could say that the reason you bailed on your first date is because you saw him with another girl the night before. You could tell him that every time he looked at you in class you would get annoyed looking at his stupid pretty face—but you won’t. You won’t say any of that because you have to live with him for two months.

You’re not sure how either of you had become so blissfully unaware of the third party there as Hoseok’s eyes darted between you two like he was watching a game of ping pong. He was just a little confused and so he asked, “Are you two into each other or something? I’m sensing a lot of sexual tension here. Like a little hatefuck moment.”

“What the fuck!” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit as he took a huge step away from you, “No, we’re not. We just—it’s not what you think. I, Y/n—we, we don’t like each other.”

Hoseok lifted a suspicious brow before letting a smile adorn his face, “Alright I get it. You loathe each other—but you could’ve fooled me.”

“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from them so they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook watched you move to sit under the umbrella reaching into your bag for a bottle of sunscreen. You poured some into your palm before running it over the length of your thigh. You wore the tiniest pair of denim shorts he’s ever seen and a blue shirt like his but more fitted. He could see your bikini top straps peeking out from the neckline and he wondered what kind of bathing suit you had on underneath.

Your legs looked so smooth and the way you had them posed in front of you had his eyes following the way your hands caressed them.

He didn't realize how engrossed he was in watching you until a flying object came and hit his shoulder, hard. Jungkook whipped around rubbing at where he was hit, “What the fuck?”

“You look like you needed some,” Hoseok said as he nodded toward where you were, clearly catching Jungkook sort of checking you out. With a smack of his lips in annoyance Jungkook picked the bottle off the sand and looked back to you to make sure you didn’t see that.

You glared at both of them catching Jungkook’s eyes again and lifted a middle finger at him. With a roll of his eyes he flipped you off and turned away, you just annoyed him.

The rest of your shift went without a hitch and you needed a desperate shower after but Hoseok had other ideas. When you got back to the house he proposed a beach day and with the sun beating down on your back you did not turn down getting in the salt water.

“People are disgusting,” you had told Sora when you all headed back down to the beach for a swim, “They will literally litter anything, no wonder our oceans are polluted.”

“So you basically just picked up trash?” She asked as you both shimmied out of your shorts.

“Mostly,” you told her, tugging off your shirt, “It wasn’t bad and there were so many hot guys on the beach.”

“Like Jungkook?” Sora asked, pointing in his direction as he headed down to the shore, already letting his toes sink into the wet sand, feeling the tide rush toward him. You looked at him for a moment seeing him without a shirt and it was clear he’s updated his workout regime since the last time you talked about it months back.

But who cares?

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Jungkook was able to ignore you for the most part. Aside from the first day at work he hasn’t really seen you too much. You both have only worked twice since then and because you’re on a set rotation to make sure everyone works the same amount, you haven’t seen each other that much.

Not that he minds, it’s just something he’s noticed.

He doesn’t pay attention to everything you do but you’ve got a weird relationship, alright? Of course you’ve spent the last couple of months avoiding each other but there’s a very valid reason for that.

The first time the two of you talked, you completely hit it off. You had been assigned to do a project together in the same class as the one where you joined this summer camp for. You met up in the library mostly, but you had this light banter that would go on between you that was clearly flirty, it wasn’t until after presenting your research on the destruction of the Ozone layer that you really started texting.

You were talking all the time and sometimes the conversations would drift a little too far into dating territory and you just realized you were different in some ways. Jungkook likes texting all the time whereas you could go hours without responding. He’s been in about the same amount of relationships as you and you both had been in that hook up only phase. When you did decide to try going on a date the first time he flaked but it wasn’t intentional. He had to work that night and had completely forgotten that when he agreed on a date.

The second time, you both sort of flaked after attempting to reschedule the first one. He’s not sure if you had gotten fed up with trying to find an available time to get drinks but it just wasn’t working out. You both had finally decided on a Saturday but when the day came neither of you said anything. He had been waiting for you to reach out first since he had been blowing up your phone about it the night before. You had been waiting for him to reach out first and confirm the plans since he’s the one who canceled last time. Clearly neither one of you put in the effort to make it happen so it never did.

Then, the final time you attempted to get drinks together was about three weeks later. After the second time you cut back on how much you talked but when you got back to talking like normal and set a date you ended up blowing him off completely. You didn’t even show up so clearly he was bothered by that enough to ask you about it.

You had a tiny argument over it and it just made you both realize that if it was this hard to go one just one date then you clearly weren’t working for each other and that pursuing anything past a friendship wasn’t going to happen. Of course that then made the friendship itself awkward and in the end you avoided each other.

Now he’s stuck in a house with other guys with one who seems to be clearly interested in knowing more about you.

“I’m just saying,” Jisoo said as all four guys sat outside on the deck facing the beach, “Y/n is hot, like mysterious hot since she doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“She talks to Jungkook,” Hoseok pointed out, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“That’s because we have class together,” Jungkook said, trying not to give out too much information. He doesn’t need any of them asking questions. Besides, it’s only been a week, how do they expect you to be cool with everyone right away? He’s not defending you, he’s just being realistic, plus Hoseok is still going based off what he saw the first day of work.

“Really?” Jisoo asked, “Are you guys friends? I haven’t seen you guys talk? Did you guys date or something? It seems like you hate each other, tell me something about her.”

“Jesus,” Jimin laughed, “Obsessed much?”

Jisoo groaned, “I can’t help it. She’s so hot, have you seen her in those bikinis?”

Jungkook felt his jaw clench but he hid the action behind a glass bottle of beer as he muttered, “You’re not her type.”

“What?” Jisoo asked, clearly catching what he said. Jungkook just looked him over with a shrug, “I said you’re not her type.”

“So what is?”

Me.

… is what he would have said if he was crazy. It’s not like he’s wrong, when the two of you were talking you had tons of conversations about ideal types and how you fit each other’s even though it didn’t work out. Aside from his looks you liked that he had a sense of humor but never pushed it too far. You liked that he was calm but also knew how to get loud and have fun. You liked that he was able to have serious talks with you along with lighthearted ones. You had the same sense of humor, even similar MBTIs, so yeah, he’s still your type even if there are no feelings anymore.

Jisoo? He’s loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and rude—all of the things you can’t stand. Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a disliking toward the guy after one week of knowing him, but it’s not like it matters to him.

So, once again he shrugged his shoulders looking off to the beach to avoid giving Jisoo an answer he wouldn’t like. He knows he’s probably getting on the guy’s nerves but he couldn’t care less. He already annoyed him enough by hearing Jisoo talk about your body and looks since the first day so he doesn’t care if the guy knows he doesn’t like him.

Like he said earlier, Jungkook doesn’t care much about you anymore but he does care that Jisoo can so freely say whatever he wants about you and expect Jungkook to help him out with you.

Fed up with Jisoo’s attempt at locker room talk, Jungkook stood abruptly and went through the glass sliding door to the living room. Just then, you and the others came through the front door holding grocery bags. His brows scrunched in curiosity as you all came in holding bags when he thought you were supposed to be having a spa day.

You walked past him to set the bags on the kitchen counter with the others when Jia came up to him with a huge smile. She felt so utterly blessed to be able to walk through the front door and find Jungkook standing there shirtless in just his swimming trunks and his hair half-up in a ponytail. She would like to thank the beach gods for this gorgeous view of a man. It didn’t matter to him that she was checking him out but that’s because his eyes went to you.

“What did you guys bring?” He asked and before you could answer, Jia was doing it for you.

“Oh! Since it’s the first Friday and we have the night free we thought it’d be cool to grill tonight and do a bonfire on the beach, then tomorrow go out drinking,” Jia said, making you scoff.

“If Jungkook doesn’t flake.”

Low blow, you know but since the first day at work he’s just been irking you. He’s just always watching you like he has something to say and you just want him to spit it out.

Jia watched the way he rolled his eyes and it was clear to her that you two weren’t very fond of each other. At least that was one less person in this house she had to worry about liking Jungkook. His tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance as he glared at you unpack the bags, “Don’t worry Jia, I would never make plans with everyone only to blow them off without saying a word. I’m better than that.”

This time you looked up glaring at him because why is he acting oblivious? He knew the reason why. He thought he could play you by going out clubbing with some girl the night before and expect you to still want to go out with him the next night? Yeah, the third failed attempt at a date was a miss because of you but he was obviously the reason why.

You were lucky that Jisoo came through the sliding door right then and there that you didn’t feel the need to respond to Jungkook’s snide remark. He flashed you a warm smile, “I heard we’re grilling tonight.”

Mirae and Sora were outside telling the rest of the boys the plan and when Jisoo saw you in here with Jungkook, of all people, he had to interrupt. It’s the summer and he’s looking for a hot fling so who better than you?

You gave him a girlish smile, “We are, can you teach me how to prep the meat?”

Immediately he went to join your side, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jungkook released a scoff in disbelief as he left the kitchen to go back outside, making sure to slide the door a little too hard.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

It’s been two weeks now and Jungkook still can’t stand the sight of you, or no, he can’t stand the pretty sight of you.

Now that everyone’s more comfortable around each other you’ve all become very open and he can tell that just by what you wore to work today. You wore your bikini bottoms that huffed your curves perfectly and a small t-shirt with the beach’s name displayed over where your breasts were. Your hair was all over the place again and he wanted to give you the hair tie he always carried on his wrist now but he couldn’t. Not when you’re standing there flirting with some random guy.

“Taehyung, and you?” He said as he extended a hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n,” you said with a flirty smile. He’s the first guy to approach you at work that was actually hot. He had been in the middle of a volleyball game with his friends when the ball went flying and nearly hit you. It landed by your feet and he was happy to come over and get it.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Um, well I’m here for work but just for the summer,” you told him watching him pout just slightly but nodded understandably.

“That’s a shame, we don’t have cute girls like you here,” Taehyung said, obviously flirting and you had absolutely no problem doing it back. You smiled, “I’m sure that’s not true but I’m flattered anyway. What’s your number? Maybe we should hang out sometime?”

You were being forward but who cares? You’re only here for a few more weeks and you want to have fun with someone who doesn’t live in your house. Is that too much to ask? Taehyung was very happy when you asked for his number and he was quick to give it to you.

Jungkook was annoyed because he was working with you again and this time there wasn’t an extra person. Mirae felt sick this morning, most likely dehydrated and couldn’t come to work so it just left you two. It wasn’t so bad since you mostly did your own thing but he’s tired and hungry.

“Y/n! Are you ready to go?” He asked, coming over to where you were and placing a hand on your back, not firm but just to let you know he’s right there. The guy you had been flirting with for the past fifteen minutes looked up at him but he acted like he wasn’t even there. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you said, “I guess.”

“At least I have your number, I’ll see you around?” Taehyung asked giving you a side hug in goodbye and you nodded. Once he was gone back to his friends, you joined Jungkook as he said, “You gave him your number?”

“Yup,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, “Let’s go home, I’m hungry.”

“Let’s go to the boardwalk,” Jungkook said, “I want Busan street food.”

“Fine,” you said thinking about all the food Jungkook used to tell you about. His family lives in Busan but he’s only gone to see them once. He doesn’t seem to mind it and you wonder why but you’re not gonna ask.

Neither one of you bothered to change into different clothes considering it was the boardwalk and everyone was dressed in bathing suits. The only downside is that you and Jungkook looked like a couple wearing your matching beach uniform attire. This time he wore blue swimming trunks with the beach’s name and no shirt. You wore a similar pair of shorts, just more casual and shorter and you only wore a bikini top since it was hotter than usual today. You could also feel the sun burning at your shoulder and Jungkook noticed it too.

“You need sunscreen,” he muttered under his breath as he dug into the beach bag you all usually bring for work.

“I know but I can’t reach it all,” you told him honestly letting your brows furrow as he took out the bottle and poured some into his hands before rubbing them together. He motioned for you to turn around and you did without much fuss.

It’s not that the two of you like each other now but you’ve given up on being rude simply because the rest of the house is too nosy. They haven’t quit asking about why you two are so snarky toward each other and you’re sure they’ve all come up with conclusions on their own but neither you nor Jungkook are going to tell them the real reason why.

Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders feeling the warmth of your skin from the way the sun glared down on you all day. You had a tanner complexion than usual and he’s sure he does too. Your skin was smooth and his hands were able to glide down the expanse of your back.

He sort of liked it. His touches were gentle but you hated that the touch of this man in particular made you feel a sort of way. He could rub sunscreen on your back all day but that would be weird so instead he cleared his throat and pulled away saying, “Can you get mine too?”

Jungkook did not like you. Whatever romantic feelings he had for you once died off over time but…

But right now your hands felt so good massaging his muscles with sunscreen. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back in bliss as you did the same to him before the two of you went to the boardwalk. Jungkook got on his phone shortly after some time walking and with a small sigh he said, “I’ve gotta go home, my mom has a bunch of fruit she wants me to pick up. Do you want me to walk you home or do you still want food?”

You thought about it for a second, “It’s fine, I’ll just get something to eat and then go home.”

He released a small huff, “Want to come with? It’ll be quick, after we can get food. It’s a walking distance from here and it'll be quick.”

“I didn’t bring a shirt.”

“You can wear mine,” Jungkook said, rummaging through the bag that was hanging off the shoulder and tossing it to you.

“What about you?” You asked even as you slipped the shirt over your head. Jungkook just shrugged, not really caring either way as he texted away on his phone, most likely to his family.

Honestly, you just didn’t want to go back to the house. It’s fun living with so many people because you're never bored but you also just needed some time away. You loved being able to go to work and just listen to music while you did work. Plus, if you went home without eating out you would be grumpy having to make yourself something after being out in the sun.

Also, at the end of the day you’re still most comfortable with Jungkook despite getting close to Sora and the others.

So the two of you were in front of Jungkook’s home looking as ridiculous as ever with him being shirtless and you wearing the large t-shirt and small shorts.

Jungkook didn’t knock or anything, just checked if the door was unlocked and immediately yelled for his mom. You stood back awkwardly, as Jungkook walked around the house motioning you to join him outside where he found his family eating watermelon outside.

“Kook!” They cheered when they saw him and you could feel their eyes drift toward you. He pointed a thumb in your direction as he casually said, “This is Y/n, my housemate,” hugging his parents.

“Y/n?” His older brother, JungHyun, repeated your name looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes before smiling knowingly and said, “I’m JungHyun.”

You ended up just having dinner at Jungkook’s parent’s house and left with baskets of watermelon to enjoy on sunny days.

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The day was perfect.

Jungkook felt at ease for the most part. The only ones who had to work today were you, Jimin, and Mirae so he was just hanging out around the house.

He spent a good amount of the morning on the back deck working out as he stared at the beach. He took a morning jog and came back to lift weights but aside from that he didn’t have much to do. Usually he’ll hang out with Jimin or Hoseok but one was at work and the other was taking a midday nap. The others wouldn’t even be off work till later so he really had nothing to do. He wandered around the house trying to think of something but nothing came.

“Hey Kook,” Jia said, suddenly appearing on the deck. He had given up on a workout and lounged on the pool chairs instead. He glanced up at her, nodding his head in greeting.

“Do you mind driving me to the store? Jisoo said he’s busy and Hobi is sleeping,” Jia asked and as much as Jungkook wanted to say no, he had no reason to. With a small huff he rose to his feet looking across the beach toward the boardwalk as if he could see you working from the house—he’s tried but he can’t.

He doesn’t care, honestly, but he’s just nosy? He wants to know what you’re doing or if that guy from the beach came by to see you again.

Jungkook went inside to put on a shirt and grab the keys while Jia waited downstairs for him. He stood by the window where he had a perfect view of three familiar people walking down the shore in familiar blue shirts and his eyes landed on you. He found himself stalling now, taking his time getting dressed, doing his hair up in that half low ponytail look, reapplying deodorant, spraying some cologne. He doesn’t know why he’s getting so dressed up for the store until you catch him upstairs on your way to your room.

You looked him up and down as he stood in the narrow entryway to the next floor, “You and Jia going somewhere?”

He was a step down the stairs already as he turned to you, “The store. Do you need anything?”

“Um… maybe,” you said as you listened to the call of his name from downstairs. You didn’t know why you even said that but suddenly you have a list of things to get. He brushed his bangs back, “Want to come? We’ll wait in the car?”

You just nodded leaving to your room to get your things. Jungkook and Jia went to the car and he watched her hop into the front seat as he went to the driver’s side. He tapped on the wheel nervously as he listened to Jia tell him about all the things he needed. He would have preferred if you sat up with him but it’s not like he could’ve directed her to the back. It’s becoming very clear that your frutal attempts to stay away from each other have failed as now he finds himself wanting to be closer again.

When you came out and got in the backseat you barely talked. The silence was filled with low music playing and Jia occasionally saying suggestive things to him.

“I heard you’re a pretty decent cook, Jungkook. Any chance you’ll make me something one of these days?” Jia asked but Jungkook just shrugged glancing at the rear view mirror to see your focus solely out the window. Couldn’t you attempt a conversation with him too? Did you really hate him that much still?

Slightly annoyed at the thought he found himself saying, “Sure, whatever you like.”

You were slightly annoyed but you blamed it on the summer heat and that you were a little tired from work. You tried not to think about the fact that you only came along because you wanted to see what Jia and Jungkook would do. You never realized how close they were until Jia was putting her arm on Jungkook’s giggling at whatever he said even if it wasn’t even funny… and he just let her.

At one point you even rolled her eyes at her third whiny, ‘Jungkook’ and went off to do your own thing.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to notice your shift in mood and at first he didn’t get it. It wasn’t until Jia grabbed him by the hand to go down a different aisle that he saw the way your eyes locked on the action. Were you annoyed with him right now?

Or were you annoyed with the way he and Jia were acting right now?

He found himself wanting to test it out. He interlocked his fingers with Jia’s as he walked with her making sure to be extra attentive. You didn’t know why you felt the need to even come and think that it would make a difference. You felt most comfortable with Jungkook but clearly he didn’t feel the same and that annoyed the shit out of you. Why bother inviting you if he was just going to ignore you the whole time?

You thought you were finally getting over that tension between you two but if this was how it was going to be then you’ll be the same. That’s why you grabbed a box of condoms at the checkout line and set them down on the belt in a completely different row than them.

“So what’d you get?” Jia asked you once you were all in the car again and this time you willingly sat on the back. “Condoms.”

You missed the way she turned to Jungkook with twinkly eyes as if hoping he would look back at her and share some sort of inside joke about it but he didn’t. His eyes were dead set on the road, fists clenching around the steering wheel, face stone cold.

“Oh,” Jia laughed softly, “I didn’t know you were interested in someone like that. Who?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve got a few options,” you muttered, arms crossed over your chest, shutting yourself off from them and looking out the window again. You were being petty but you didn’t even care. If those two were going to have fun and flirt in the house why shouldn’t you do the same?

The entire ride back to the house was filled with a silence louder than the music. Jungkook kept thinking about the guy at the beach. Were these for you and Taehyung? Did he actually come by and see you again when Jungkook wasn’t there? Why was that thought driving him absolutely insane right now? So you have absolutely no problem meeting up with some random guy but when it came to planning to ever go out with him you flaked? Did he do something? Were you just never serious about him?

He released a small scoff, lost in his own thoughts as he parked the car in the driveway. The three of you got out all your things and headed inside where everyone was.

You’re not sure if Jia lacked maturity or if she felt somewhat threatened by you but the second you all made it inside she loudly exclaimed, “Y/n bought condoms so she’s probably gonna get more action than the rest of us.”

Immediately there was a cluster of awe’s from Jimin and Hoseok who have failed to get laid these last couple weeks and you still had a month to go here. Not bothering to even act like you cared what she said you went up to your bedroom unaware that Jungkook stormed up to his clearly ticked off.

“Does Y/n have more game than us?” Hobi said as they all followed Jimin into his shared bedroom with Jungkook, “I wanna get laid too. Life is so unfair for a man.”

Jungkook was in their bathroom pretending to do something as Jisoo had the nerve to sit on his bed and say, “At least now I know I have a chance with Y/n. She must be a little desperate if she bought condoms. A guy usually does that when he knows he’s gonna find someone to fuck.”

The room fell silent as Jisoo laughed, clearly not reading the sudden awkwardness in the room at what he said. He continued on, “You know… Y/n’s always showing off her body for attention. I bet that’s why she came anyway.”

Jimin shook his head, “I don’t think that’s ri—“

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked so suddenly that it was like everyone forgot he was even there. Jisoo looked up at the others as if seeing if they’d agree with him before saying, “You know… Y/n’s hot, she knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came on this trip for a good fuck. She’s pretty much asking for it. I mean why else buy co—“

Jungkook was in front of him in a heartbeat, towering over him with a dark gaze, “Talk about Y/n like that one more time.”

“I dare you.”

Jisoo’s smile vanished and a sense of anger replaced it. Feeling defensive now he rose to his feet so that Jungkook wouldn’t think he intimidated him even if he sort of did.

“Jungkook. Jisoo, just chill for a minute, the girls are gonna hear an—“

“I don’t give a shit who hears,” Jisoo says with a scoff, “If I want to say that I plan on sleeping with Y/n then I’m gonna say it. If Jungkook is bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want him, that's not my fault—Ah.”

Jungkook’s fists tightened over the collar of Jisoo’s shirt pulling him closer and twisting the fabric tighter. Jisoo’s hands immediately flew to Jungkook’s forearms trying to get him to let go. He might talk his shit but if there was one thing he knew it was that he was not getting into a fight with a man who did boxing as a hobby and could lift more than his body weight.

Everyone knew Jungkook was serious just by the look in his eye and in hopes of easing the tension Jimin said, “Jungkook come on, let go. He’s just running his mouth, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth fighting.”

“Oh but I think he’s asking for it,” Jungkook said jostling Jisoo enough to make him sway as he looked him dead in the eye, “Aren’t you?”

“Let me go, man.”

“No, I want to hear you try and run your mouth about Y/n again,” Jungkook said, testing him now but Jisoo only shook his head. Jisoo looked around hoping to see if they would get him to lay off when he stared at the door.

“Y/n.”

Jungkook let go almost immediately, turning his head to the door and catching you standing there. You must’ve left your room and heard the commotion.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you heard but this guy’s cra—“

“Jisoo. Shut the fuck up and don’t talk to me,” you said looking absolutely disgusted in him, “You’re worse than the trash we pick up off the shore—and just so you know you’re the last guy I would ever fuck.”

He scoffed, “Bitch.”

Jungkook stormed over to where Jisoo was standing in front of you trying to make his leave. Your hand stuck out, palm flat against the ridges of his abs as you looked up at him, “Stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook said softly now, not caring at all about the other two who stayed in the room awkwardly, “He’s got no right talking about you like that and I don’t know how much you heard but I have a right to beat his ass.”

“I have a right to beat his ass,” you said in the same soft tone he used. He looked down at the hand that was still on his stomach and before he knew it his hand was down on your waist.

“Y/n none of us agree with what he said at all,” Hoseok said but your attention was on Jungkook who still had his jaw clenched thinking about Jisoo and how much he would really enjoy putting his hands on the guy.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you offered and before he knew it he was nodding his head following you downstairs ignoring the others as they looked in confusion as to why Jisoo stormed out the front door and what the yelling was all about. Jia watched as Jungkook’s hand’s never left your waist as he followed you outside to the deck and down to the sandy beach.

“You defended me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jungkook asked as you both took your shoes off and let them at the end of the backyard to walk toes in the sand.

“I thought you still hated me.”

“You think that means I’m gonna let some guy say shit about you? Did you forget we talked about some serious things back then and how hurt you used to be?” Jungkook asked, “Besides I never hated you.”

You winced at his reminder. Back then you would have serious talks about past relationships and how you were both treated awful in them. He always told you that he had no respect for guys who would tear their girlfriends down and that if he could he would fight every single one of them for you. Clearly he hasn’t gone back on his word.

The sun had already set and what had started as a day quickly changed because of Jisoo. Jungkook was tired out but he didn’t want to go inside yet. He wanted to enjoy the empty beach with you and try and talk.

“Want to sit?” He asked, pointing to the shore. It was low tide and you could get close enough to the water without worrying about getting soaked. You nodded your head going to sit as he dropped to the sand next to you.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you ditch me that night? I was waiting for you for an hour and you never showed and when we argued about it… you wouldn’t tell me why,” Jungkook finally said.

You took a deep breath deciding to be honest, “I saw you with a girl the night before and I guess I got kind of jealous and thought you were playing me since you flaked the first time.”

Jungkook looked visibly taken back, “I—the only girl I talked to other than you was my coworker. I went out with her because it was all of us but I just ended up taking her home because she was drunk. There was never anything between us.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you said awkwardly but he just shook his head. The sand was cool underneath you two and the water was a pretty shade of light blue and foamy white.

“It’s my fault, the first time I mean. I did flake so I get why you thought that so I’m sorry too.”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you fell back to lay down in the sand. Jungkook used his hands for support to sit but he looked down at you, “What?”

“Just annoyed. We could’ve avoided all this if I just asked you about it,” you told him making him laugh softly. He lied down next to you, “Maybe but I think I like you more after hearing what you told Jisoo and that wouldn’t have happened if we made up sooner.”

You laughed with him, “He’s so gross.” Jungkook nodded in agreement as the two of you looked up at the darkening sky.

“But I liked that you stuck up for me so thank you,” you said, making him smile.

It was quiet for a moment, “So why’d you buy the condoms?”

You groaned in embarrassment as you tried cov ring your face but he was on his side looking at you, “Because you were only paying attention to Jia after I thought we were beginning to be friends again and I don’t know… it was stupid.”

“You were jealous?” He asked if you actually were because every time he sees you with another guy he gets jealous. A little smile came to his face and you hit his arm lightly, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, I’m just surprised. You know how many guys are into you? I’ve been jealous this entire trip and I don’t know, I’m just surprised to know you were too,” Jungkook admitted and you looked over at him too.

Neither one of you said anything for a moment and you just spent time outside deep into the night.

You looked at Jungkook, he looked at you, and you’re not sure if this was an unspoken agreement or if it was just a long time coming but before you knew it you were both leaning in for a kiss.

You captured his lips with yours making him let out a small groan as he kissed back fiercely. It was careful at first still seeing if this was something you both wanted before Jungkook began to turn his upper body enough to hover over you. His tongue found yours and explored the inside of your mouth, swiping along yours and letting them glide against each other creating a pool of drool. Your hand was on the side of his face, fingers digging into his hair as a hand of his reached over to hold you down against the sand by your waist. Jungkook felt his blood rushing, as every part of him felt on fire. You pulled away first, tugging his lips between your teeth before kissing him even harder than the first time. He let his tongue go even deeper into your mouth causing you to moan softly, breathing getting heavier as a light breeze coursed through the two of you noting that it was night time on the beach.

It was when a seagull went over your heads did the two of you realize how exposed you were. Raccoons had a tendency to be on shore once the sun had set looking for burrows of baby sea turtles and neither one of you wanted to be out when they came scurrying past. The lights in the house were off for the most part due to how late it was and the two of you were finally able to see how long you had been out.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling away enough to look at you. His hands were gently around your face wiping away the blown over sand from your features and brushing your hair back, “I didn’t want to be here at first because it was still awkward.”

He placed a tender kiss against your lips, “But if I wasn’t then… you know, we’d probably still be mad at each other.”

You reached forward to pin his bangs behind his ears, his ponytail loose and almost out but he just looked so handsome like this.

“The beach is so empty,” you commented as your hand trailed down the tight space between your bodies. Jungkook looked around, it was dark out and stars scattered across the night sky. You were utterly alone out here just making out like you hadn’t been put off by each other for the last few months.

You glide your hand down his chest, feeling the faint outline of his hard abs through the black shirt he's wearing with the sleeves cut off. He looked down at your hand, breath hitting when your hand reached the waistband of his trunks. You bite your lip as he leans down and starts kissing and sucking on your neck again.

You let your hand trail lower over his swimming trunks, softly tracing the outline of his length that was slowly hardening in your touch. It didn’t take long for you to notice he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You let out a light gasp as he kissed along the curve of your jaw toward the end of your ear sucking just below it, body already shifting against you for more friction. He let out a low rumble through his chest when your hand palmed his erection, eyes already hazy as he dug his face into your neck.

"Dangerous territory," He mutters lowly, pressing his body down onto yours, kidding you deeply as your hand goes back down to his crotch, “We’re gonna get caught.”

It hasn’t left either one of your mind’s that you’re still outside laying against each other as the warm sand tickled your back and the waves of the sea acted as background noise. You trace the hard outline of his dick through the thin material.

"Fuck," He moans into your mouth, pulling back to catch his breath as he looks down at your hand. You slowly stroke up and down his length as you grab it through the material.

He raised his hips up just enough for you to be able to sink your hand inside his trunks and he bit his lip in anticipation. If you didn’t care that you were outside then neither would he, if anything it’s just arousing him even more.

You slowly and teasingly stroke up and down, palming him at a slow pace as he lets out a groan, “Y/n.”

You smile, “Jungkook.”

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked and for a second you weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing right now or what you were doing with each other in general. Instead you grip him by the base, moving your hand up to run your thumb over his mushroom tip. You spread his precum around with the pad of your thumb, “You don’t want to?”

"Fuck..." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “I do. So fucking bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, pumping his cock moving your hand up and down in tight then loose strokes. Your bodies were still so pressed against each other that if someone watched you from a distance then it would just look like a heavy makeout and not like your hand was jerking him off under his trunks. You start to move your hand quicker up and down his length, watching him as he presses his face into your neck and starts sucking and kissing the skin beneath your ear as you pulled his trunks down enough to slip only his hard length out for better access.

You speed up your hand even further, twisting and flicking your wrist as you feel him throb and twitch, hips bucking into your hand chasing that feeling that was getting closer, embarrassingly so. With a small tsk sound you release him making his body freeze before bringing your hand up. He looked down at it and his eyes stayed on yours as he spit right into it, you doing the same before running your palm against his tip then down his length.

He lets out a groan as he twitches, your quick strokes bringing him closer and closer to release. If anyone were to ask him if he knew you, of all people, would be giving him a wet handjob on the beach he’d laugh in their face.

"God, I'm gonna cum......" He moans out, placing both hands on the sand to hold himself up enough to not completely crush you with his waist as he fucked into your hand. You smirk and look up at him making him fuck your fist faster. With a small push-up then back down he crashes his lips against yours, growling into your mouth as he cums. Your hand immediately gets drowned in his release and the bottom of your shirt does too but you just smile into the kiss as his breathing gets heavier and more uneven.

“You know, I’ve never been to the movie room,” he whispered softly to you and you looked toward the house. He was still pressed against you but you had tucked him back in once he reeled back in.

The movie room was one of the only other rooms aside from your bedrooms and it was pretty much untouched. That meant that it was good for privacy and right now he felt like he needed privacy—with you. He wants to take you on a date and try it again but right now he wants to feel you even more.

“Me neither,” you said with furrowed brows as you tried to understand why he randomly brought it up. He didn’t answer you right away, tugging on your bottom lip lightly between his teeth, “Let’s go see it.”

You gave a brief nod of your head and he was helping you to your feet reaching behind you to dust off the sand for your denim shorts. He took your hand in his and led you back to the house being as quiet as possible. You still weren’t fully sure what you were doing but it didn’t seem to stop either one of you from making it into the movie room. Jungkook checked the hallways to see if they were empty before locking the two of you in.

Before you knew it the two of you were laying on the dozens of floor pillows and cushions on the floor making out with a movie playing in the background. This time you were on top. You were laying over him with one leg raised high against his waist with his hand on your butt, fingers pinching just slightly. Your other leg was between his and it was getting hard to ignore the growing length against your thigh. Jungkook reached for that same leg pulling it over so you could straddle him properly as you pulled back for a breath. His hands slid down to your eyes, bottom lip between his lips, hips softly grinding against yours as you reached for the hem of your shirt. He leaned up enough to yank the back of his shirt and with your help he threw it somewhere with yours.

It was very clear that it was your turn to be pleased by the way Jungkook so easily pulled you up onto all fours over him as he undid the button of your little denim shorts and yanked them down. You took it from there and shimmied them off fully before his hands gripped your hips tightly once more and you couldn’t silence the squeal you let out as he tugged you forward nearly dropping you over him, “Ju—Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Wan’ you to sit on my face, like now Y/n,” he said in a serious tone. You shook your head, “No, I—do you really want me to?”

“Y/n…” he looked you dead in the eye as you sat on his chest with his hands flat on your thighs to make sure you didn’t move back. Your knees were over your shoulders and you just needed one pull to do what he asked and it was just all so tempting when he could smell your arousal.

“You just took my dick in your hand and made me cum out on the beach and you’re asking me if I want you to sit in my face?” Jungkook asked looking amused but also not, “I want you to ride my face, got it?”

You licked your lips at the thought and before you knew it Jungkook was already pushing you that small space forward until your heat was hovering over his face but not yet pressing into him. You sighed letting yourself relax and brush your fingers through his hair as he looked up dazed and waiting for your consent.

“You gonna show me how good you are with your tongue?” You asked, making his eyes roll just slightly.

“God yes,” he said with a sigh as he finally pulled you down the rest of the way, feeling your hand tighten in his hair. Your underwear was still in the way but it didn’t stop him from pressing his mouth to the soaked fabric of your underwear and his nose lightly tapped against your hooded clit already making you squirm. He gripped your thighs firmly now to keep you in place and just let him mouth at your covered cunt, licking at the fabric for just a hint of a teasing taste.

You tried not to put too much weight on him but he practically forced you down, face right against your soaked panties rubbing gently. You squirmed, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He hummed against you, hair brushed out of his face by your fingers, sparkly doe eyes looking at you from between your legs. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to slide his hands up from your thighs to your hips. Before you knew it he was gripping one side of your underwear and yanking in it hard enough to tear. He even jostled you a bit and then he did the other side too until it slipped off and he threw them somewhere far.

Jungkook looked up at your wet pussy, a line of slick dripping onto his tongue as he let his mouth open expectantly. As it touched the tip of it he did one swift lick between your folds to catch whatever else might drip. Immediately you gasped as he did it again, not wasting a moment to tease any longer. He’s so turned on he can’t even register the thought of taking his time.

“Careful,” You started to speak again, trying to remind him to take it easy since the others were sleeping and the television wasn’t that loud. It was pointless as he gave you another long lick followed by another. You bent forward, bracing yourself with one hand again in his hair pulling just slightly making him groan into your cunt as he tightened his grip on your thighs. Jungkook’s tongue worked upwards, shifting from long licks to short flicks against your clit. You couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly and letting everyone know what the two of you were doing.

“Fuck,” you whispered softly, bucking your hips forward as his hands slid to your butt, gripping hard enough to grind your pussy down on his face as he ate you out.

You released a low groan and this time Jungkook lifted you off despite your protests. He glared up at you, “You want everyone to know how I’m eating your pussy out?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, hips still moving just slightly praying he’d just continue, “Slow down then.”

Jungkook gave you a cocky smile, his hold already growing firm as he sent you a wink before pulling you over his face once again licking at your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck," you murmured, nearly under your breath as his head moved frantically to follow the way you fucked into his face, tongue stiff as he flicked along your cunt sloppily.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, the knot in your stomach tightening, body convulsing with pleasure as he took in the sight of it. The way your torso moved with each buck of your hips, and your breasts. The tilt of your neck as you looked up trying not to look at him and the tight hold you had in his hair.

Without warning, you reached your climax all over Jungkook’s tongue. He eased your orgasm, licking softly before moving you off of him. As he did so his hands came down to your waist sliding you down with ease. He held you down to lay on top of him and without question your lips were on his again.

“So good,” he whispered against you, ready to take his trunks off once more, “I need you.”

“Mmh,” you said between kisses still not registering what he said until he was rolling you over under him so he could take them off. He kissed down your neck, “Condom?”

You nodded ready to reach out for one before your body froze. Jungkook, who still kissed and sucked on your neck blissfully, wasn’t paying attention. You tapped on his head to get him to look at you but he kept going, surely leaving live bites.

“I don’t have any.”

He stopped but didn’t pull away, “What?”

You sighed, “They’re in my room.”

He sighed as he pulled up but kept his body pressed against yours, “You’re lying.”

The situation made you laugh. Out of all times this could be happening to you. The first time you’re even attempting to get physical and after everything you've done tonight but you’re responsible.

He let his head fall onto your chest with a small groan. You sighed, “Sorry.”

Jungkook left a soft kiss on the mound of your breast, “Don’t be. Not like you knew this would happen, right?”

He definitely didn’t. Jungkook did not for one second even think about the possibility of kissing you this summer and definitely not as far as the two of you have gone tonight.

“Ugh,” you groaned as he hugged you, “If I go in and Sora wakes up, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally moving off you as he made himself comfortable next to you, still only in his trunks.

“Where’s my shirt?” You asked sitting up but he just pulled you back down grabbing one of the large throw blankets laying around and tossing it over you.

“Let’s just sleep right here,” he mumbled looking over to the door making sure he did lock it. He grabbed his shirt off the floor for you to put on and once you did, he let you cuddle into his side. He tried ignoring the sexual frustration that built up from not having sex with you but neither one of you were doing it without protection especially so soon.

“Everyone’s gonna think something is up,” you whispered as he let you use his bicep as a pillow.

He just shrugged.

“Who cares?”

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Jungkook was zoned out all morning the next day. No one’s said anything about the fact that the two of them didn’t return to their bedrooms last night but it’s very clear everyone has their suspicions just from the way they’ve been looking at you two. Of course they probably think the two of you made use of those condoms but they are gravely mistaken—almost but not yet. Soon though, he’s already made that promise to you both. When you get back to Seoul he’s gonna take you out and then everything will just fall into place, hopefully.

“What’s with the pigtails?” Jisoo — of all people — had the nerve to ask Jungkook.

“Why are you talking to me?” Jungkook asked, glaring at him as you fixed the end of one as the hair in the pony curled just under his pierced ear. Jisoo looked at you as if you’d stick up for him and that only annoyed Jungkook even more.

Jisoo seems to have forgotten that just yesterday he almost got into a fight with you both — even if it made you and Jungkook make up — it didn’t mean you liked the guy.

“Y/n,” Jisoo said, making Jungkook roll his eyes, “Can we talk?”

“No,” Jungkook said but you just placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a mirror.

“I guess,” you said before looking at Jungkook, “Look at how good your hair looks. I’ll be right back.”

“Come get me if he tries anything,” Jungkook said as he held up the mirror checking himself out. The end of his growing mullet was in low pigtails but he still had wavy bangs curled around his ears and over his forehead. He looked ridiculous using his tattoo covered hands to clear his bangs out of his eyes.

“What?” You asked Jisoo, already sounding annoyed as he dragged you outside to the deck. You sat at the wooden table by the grill and waited for him to speak.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Jisoo said honestly, “I was out of line and honestly if I knew you were with Jungkook I wouldn’t have said anything but I just don’t get why you two were hiding it.”

You laughed, like actually laughed, and it confused him even more. You stopped for a moment to look at him, “So you’re apologizing not because of what you said but because you didn’t realize I was with Jungkook? Which I wasn’t, let me just say.”

“No, that's not what I meant, I just… well you know, you weren’t giving anyone the time of day and I showed you I was interested. I guess I just wanted to annoy Jungkook because he seemed so territorial over you but I didn’t expect you to hear,” Jisoo said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, “This isn’t an apology to me at all, and honestly if you can’t just apologize for the way you spoke about me then why even bother? You’re making excuses saying that I wouldn’t give you the time of day? Damn, Jisoo, I wonder why!”

Jungkook didn’t even hide the way he was glaring out the sliding glass doors. He can’t even hear what you’re saying and that just annoys him more. He’s just waiting for Jisoo to do something so that he has an excuse to go out there. If he tries anything then he picked the wrong day for that.

Jungkook is sexually frustrated, homesick, and annoyed with him still over last night.

“Oh my god! Jungkook! Your hair is so cute!” Jia and Mirae said when they made it through the door carrying takeout. Jungkook looked over at them seemingly unimpressed, “Thanks.”

You and Jisoo made it back inside after you made it incredibly clear that you don’t like that guy just in time to see Jia reach for the end of Jungkook’s pigtail.

“You look so cute, I’m not used to this cute side of yours. Did you do your hair like this?” Jia asked as Jungkook looked at you and Jisoo walk in.

“No, I did,” you muttered and Jungkook reached for Jia’s hand to push it away before coming over to where you were.

“Oh,” she said as he followed you up the stairs without a single glance back at them, “Well it’s really cute.”

“Take them out,” you said just as the two of you made it to the top floor. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

You huffed as you began pulling his pigtails out, “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

He laughed, “You feeling jealous already? We just made up yesterday.”

“So? Do you want me to go tell Jisoo he looks cute?”

“I’m taking them out,” he said, helping you, “The only person you can call cute is me.”

“Well don’t let other people touch your hair then—“ You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to one of the bedroom doors.

Jimin and Hoseok didn’t even bother to act like they didn’t see the whole thing. Jimin smirked as he looked at you two then at Hoseok. He just laughed, “Looks like someone did get laid, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook groaned, “We didn’t—“

“Yeah sure bud,” Jimin said as the two walked past you and Jungkook, “Not what we heard last night.”

Your jaw dropped realizing that you might’ve been louder than expected. Jungkook just glared at them, “Want me to kill you?”

“How morbid!” Hobi gasped dramatically, “You’d think getting laid by the girl he’s been obsessing over would loosen the guy up.”

“We didn’t!” Jungkook yelled ready to trail after them but you just hugged him by the waist laughing.

“Let them think we did, who cares?”

::.

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“You ready, Lou?”

“Duh.”

“Cecil? You’ve got full faith in your cabin?”

“Yep.”

“What about you, Will? Were your threats successful?”

“My bribes went wonderfully, thank you.”

“Then I think we’re a go.”

“Gods, this is going to be great.”

———

Knockknockknock.

Nico locks in on his game. He is so, so close to finally making it through this stupid quest, he can feel it, and if he doesn’t beat The Imprisoned before Percy he’s going to set the camp on fire.

Knockknockknock.

“Just — hold on a second!” He spams B, cursing loudly to himself, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from holding this position for so long. “Fuck, fuck, come on.” He clenches his teeth, knuckles white against the Wii remote, until finally — the boss falls. He cheers.

Fuck yes. Take that, Percy.

Tossing the remote on his bed, he jogs over to the door, sliding open the three bolts and unlocking the chains. On his porch is a blur of movement, hair frizzy and pulled-on, shirt rumbled.

“Oh, hey, Annabeth.”

She barely acknowledges him, focusing intently on pacing back and forth on the stone porch at the speed of light. He settles against the door frame, stretching out his spine, watching her mutter to herself.

“Chiron is leaving,” she says.

Nico raises an amused eyebrow. “I am aware.”

“With Mr. D. To some conference.”

“I heard.”

“He’s gone until early tomorrow evening.”

“Uh-huh.”

“He left me in charge.”

“Probably wise.”

“I need an allegiance, Nico.”

“Slow down and tell me what you mean, first.”

She sighs, coming to a stop in front of him. Her fingers still drum across her biceps, and her eyes dart around, evaluating. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip.

“Camp’s a lot of work,” she says finally. “I’ve never been in charge of so many people at once before, and like hell am I gonna let Chiron think I can’t handle it. I have a Plan, and you’re a part of it.”

Nico resists the urge to groan. Chiron leaving is supposed to mean he gets the next day or so off — no classes, no socializing, nothing. Just him in his cabin and the genuinely disgusting amount of junk food he has amassed.

(…And Will. Maybe.)

“It’s nothing crazy,” she promises. “I just need you to lurk.”

“…Lurk?”

“Yeah, you know. Chill in the shadows and scare people into complacency. You don’t even need to do much, just that thing where you stare at people like you know the exact day they’re going to die.”

“I do love lurking,” Nico admits. And to basically have a free pass to scare the shit out of whoever he wants… “I’ll do it.”

She smiles brightly. “Thanks, Nico! I knew I could count on you. I’ll meet up with you right after Chiron heads out, okay? To give you a list of people to keep your eye on.”

“Sure. Bye, Annabeth.”

“See ya!”

He closes the door and pads back to his setup, shaking the remote to get it going again. He can’t quite shake the smirk off his face.

The next twenty four hours are going to rock.

———

“Swiper No Swiping, initiate phase one.”

“Roger that, Sunny Dick.”

“…I’m revoking your code name priveledges.”

“No no no, I’m sorry, I’ll change it.”

———

Before Chiron leaves, he gathers them all in the amphitheatre.

“Children,” he calls, adjusting the bow slung across his back. “I am leaving now for my conference. I will be back before the sun sets tomorrow.” He gestures towards Annabeth, standing stiffly beside him. “Annabeth is in charge. Consider all my authority transferred to her before I return, am I understood?”

“Yes, Chiron,” courses the camp, some with significantly more attitude than others. Across the gathered crowd, Will catches his eye and winks. (Well, tries to. He has yet to catch on to the fact that he cannot, actually, wink, and instead just blinks really intentionally. Kayla and Austin have sworn him to secrecy.) Nico rolls his eyes, ears burning, and looks away.

“Good. Regular rules; no maiming, killing, or injuries above level seven. Any arson will result in a revoking of dessert privileges. Yes, Julia, even if you help in putting out the arson. It is the fire that is the issue, you understand. Excellent.” He claps his hands together. “I am looking forward to one day of peace. Try to avoid ruining it for me too quickly. Goodbye, children.”

With a wave and a fond squeeze of Annabeth’s shoulder, he trots over to Half-Blood Hill, ignoring Mr. D’s loud complaining about how long he took. With a snap of Mr. D’s fingers, they disappear. For a brief, uncanny moment, everything is still.

“Alright,” Annabeth shouts, clapping her hands together. Nico jumps. “Dinner is in an hour. Whoever is the first to fuck something up will be doing dishes. I will be watching. Dismissed.”

Wading through the swathes of ambling teenagers, she walks by where Nico is leaning against a pillar, half-hidden in the shadows.

“Lurk,” she orders, passing him.

Nico shoots her a mocking salute, fading into the shadow behind him. He barely catches her grin before he dissolves into the darkness.

———

“Phase two in effect. Ready to go, Sabrina Spellman?”

“Prepped to go, Teletubbies Sun Baby.”

“I hate both of you.”

———

“Halt!”

Across the common, three suspicious figures freeze, glance behind them, and then resume walking as casually as they can.

“I said halt! Do not move! Cease all function!”

Milling nervously towards each other, Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest pause, shifting the three massive cardboard boxes they hold each.

“Hi, Annabeth,” Will says, smiling innocently. Cecil and Lou Ellen match him, eyes wide, expressions angelic.

Annabeth stomps over to them, fists clenched at her sides, entirely unmoved by the cherubic display in front of her. Nico stays right where he is, hidden by the shade of Cabin Eight.

“Explain yourselves,” Annabeth orders.

The three stooges exchange a look.

“Whatever do you mean,” Lou Ellen asks, shifting the boxes to free up her hand only to place it delicately over her chest. “Why, we are only helping our dear friend William —”

“Our dear, dear friend,” Cecil adds.

“— carry these many boxes of medical supplies, so as to lower his great burden —”

“Massive burden,” Will says sagely.

“— and free up his evening in order for him to spend his limited time with us, his most cherished friends.”

“Especially cherished,” Will and Cecil chorus together.

Unable to bite back a smile, Nico rolls his eyes so hard his skull hurts. They’re not even trying to not get caught, at this point. Idiots.

Clearly agreeing, Annabeth scoffs. “Yeah, right. Boxes down, all three of you. You’re being detained for suspected illicit substances.”

“Annabeth!” Will cries, hand to his chest, “after all I do for this camp, you would accuse me of being — illicit?! Me?! The outrage! The insult! The impugn, the —”

“Can it, Solace. Open the boxes.”

Huffing in perfect unison, the three of them carefully lower their boxes to the ground.

“Tape off.”

Intentionally slowly, they run a nail along the edge of the packing tape.

“Flaps open, guys, c’mon.”

With flourish, the trio fling open the thin cardboard panels. Inside each box is rows of bandages, packaged syringes, sterile bands, tongue compresses, and more that Nico can’t name. Annabeth glares at the boxes with perhaps more disdain than the situation calls for.

Then again.

It is camp.

“See?” says Cecil, gesturing grandly. “The shipment just came in from my dad.”

Like a hound dog locking in on a bleeding squirrel, Annabeth’s eyes narrow. Her lips spread into wide, frankly maniacal smirk.

“Your dad is in a conference with the rest of the Olympians right now, Markowitz.”

Caught.

“Well,” Cecil says, and then nothing else.

“He meant it in the royal sense,” Lou Ellen pipes up in his silence. Cecil nods frantically. “You know, ‘just’ as in, like, recently, as in this morning —”

“Do you three think I’m stupid.”

“It’s just medical supplies! You can look through them if you want —”

Even if they weren’t acting like criminals, Nico knows his friends. He knows his boyfriend, especially, and recognises that damn look on his face. He can also physically see Annabeth’s stress ulcer coming back.

Closing his eyes, Nico fades into Cabin Six’s shadow. It’s a quick jump, so the stretch is easy, and the darkness bows easily to his hold. He reappears silently behind the group, taking advantage of the setting sun, and darts out to grip Lou Ellen’s arm.

“Boo,” he whispers.

She shrieks at the top of her lungs, jumping three clean feet in the air. Coincidently, the boxes of medical supplies flicker, turning into a truly baffling amount of instant mashed potato boxes.

“I knew it!” Annabeth shouts.

On cue, all three doofuses turn to Nico, jeering and complaining about ‘ruining the fun’. Nico’s glare is ineffective on Doofus #1, but the other two can be cowed. He focuses on channelling the flames of hell to reflect in his eyes like his father showed him until they look away, muttering at the ground.

“We still don’t have any illicit substances,” Will insists, glaring right back. Nico sticks out his tongue. He crosses his eyes like a four year old. How immature, honestly. “So we’re just gonna take our stuff and —”

“Absolutely not, Golden Boy. Put that hand away.”

Wisely, Will draws slowly back from the boxes, tucking his hands in his pocket.

Annabeth stares, hard, at the three of them, flicking her dark eyes from the potatoes and back. The tips of her worn-out converse tap slowly on the packed grass, tip-tap-tip-tap, as they all squirm.

Understanding dawns on her quickly.

“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, for the strawberry plants.”

They squirm harder.

“Oh, you godsdamn bitches.”

“It would’ve been really funny,” Cecil mumbles, staring at the ground. “Rain making the ground turn into a sea of mashed potatoes. Like Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.”

“The only meatballs around here are the ones clogging up your skull!” Annabeth shouts, which doesn’t quite make sense but sounds clever coming from her anyway. “Who was gonna clean that up, huh? Magic?”

“I mean, probably,” Lou Ellen says, promptly shutting up at Annabeth’s glare.

“And you, Will! I cannot believe! Where is that responsibility you’re known for, huh?”

Will pouts. “I can be responsible and do fun things.”

“Fun, he says. I’m going to fucking kill you, how’s that for fun. The one day I’m left in charge, I cannot believe —”

“If it helps, it’s less about you and more about April Fools being tomorrow,” Cecil interjects tentatively. “Like, we were going to do this whether or not Chiron left.”

Annabeth glares darkly. “Of fucking course you were. It’s always you three, I swear to the gods. I should have known.”

“It’s honestly kind of embarrassing for you guys,” Nico adds. He smiles smugly at them, relishing in their rolled eyes and mocking hands. “Like, everyone expected this. You did this to yourselves, honestly.”

“Boo, you jag,” Lou Ellen protests. The other two knuckleheads joint in the booing, Will taking it an extra stop forward and blowing a raspberry, both thumbs pointing down. Nico responds with a wide grin and two middle fingers.

“Enough,” Annabeth says, rubbing her temples. “Extra chores, all three of you. Go help the cleaning harpies until sundown. And not another peep of complaint or I’ll have you on chores tomorrow, too.”

Without another glance at them, she turns around and walks away, muttering at least you caught it early at least you caught it early at least you caught it early over and over to herself.

“Pretty sure you guys have physical labour to do,” Nico says brightly when she disappears into the Big House. “I’d get started on that, if I were you.”

“Butthead,” Cecil mutters.

“Kiss-ass,” Lou Ellen agrees, making a face.

“Traitor,” Will whispers, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he walks past.

Nico watches them go, standing guard over the boxes in case they try to come back for them.

He can’t help but think that they all look a little too jovial for having their plans ruined before they even started.

———

“Is he still looking?”

“No.”

“Okay, Phase Three, let’s go let’s go let’s go —”

———

Every time Nico wakes with the sun, he sets aside twenty minutes of his morning routine to curse Apollo, his father, Apollo again, Phanes, and Prometheus. In that order.

He does like the bonus of getting breakfast. Usually he sleeps through it and has to hope Will saved him coffee cake, which he does, every time, because he wants to bribe his way into Nico’s affections. But there is something to be said about camp coffee cake when it is still warm, crumbly on the top and soft on the inside. It is a rare and occasionally worth-it treat, and on his bleary walk to the dining pavilion, Nico tries to keep this in the forefront of his mind. Fresh coffee cake. Fresh coffee. Fresh fruit. And Will, probably, not that seeing him is worth getting up early or anything. (So what that he gets all excited and energetic when he sees Nico up in the morning. If anything it’s embarrassing for him.)

For once, he’s actually early enough that there are very few people already at breakfast. He sees most of the Athena kids, still half-asleep over their mugs, and pretty much every camper under the age of eleven. A few head counsellors, too, watching out for the little ones or catching up on a rare moment of quiet. Nico makes a beeline for the breakfast spread, cutting a slice of coffee cake to leave on the platter and putting the rest of it on his plate. He puts a single strawberry in the middle of it so no one can accuse him of being unhealthy, then ambles over to the Apollo table.

“Neeks? Where’re you going?”

Nico pauses. He shifts his plate to one hand, rubbing at his bleary eyes. He looks at the Apollo table. He counts one, two, three heads — Kayla, Austin, and…Cecil?

“Nico? You good, babes?”

He turns, slowly, to face the voice. Picking at a plate full of pineapple, next to Reika Onason, Lou Ellen's sister, is Will.

“I know mornings are hard for you, but you’re meant to eat at your table,” he teases. “Come sit, doofus. Unless you’re taking advantage of Chiron’s absence to make friends elsewhere, I guess, but it seems unlike you.”

“You’re — what’re you — what?“ Nico says dumbly, struggling to reconcile the imagine in front of him.

For some reason, Will is eating his breakfast at the Hecate table.

And that is not all.

For some reason, his camp shirt does not say head medic. For some reason, he is wearing black jeans. For some reason, dozens of Celestial bronze rings adorn his fingers, carved with sigils. For some reason, his hair is clipped back, and there is black eyeliner around his bright blue eyes, and his nails are painted darker than Nico’s, and he is sitting at the Hecate table.

“What are you doing?”

“Having…breakfast,” Will says slowly. His lips turn down in concern. “Nico, are you okay?”

“I’m fine! It’s — you’re the one acting weird!”

Will and Reika exchange a look.

“Maybe you should go see Cecil,” Will suggests carefully. “Did you sleep okay last night? Maybe you hit your head —”

Nico looks desperately back at the Apollo table. They watch him strangely now, too, and after a second Cecil gets up from his — Will’s — seat, and walks over.

“Everything okay?” he asks, impish expression almost serious. “You look pale, Nico.”

“I’m worried,” Will says. “He’s acting — confused, Cece, maybe there’s a —”

“I’m not confused,” Nico scowls. “You two are — doing something.” He gestures vaguely between them. “As revenge for yesterday.”

Will snorts. “What, the potatoes? Don’t let Lou hear you discredit her like that. If you think she’d plan some revenge prank on you this early, you don’t know her at all.”

Nico’s head starts to hurt. He sets down his plate, rubbing his temples. Why would Lou Ellen be so bothered by that? Why isn’t she here, with her sister? What the hell is going on?

“Both of you — cut it out. Whatever dumbass prank you’re pulling is just stupid.”

“Did I hear something about a prank?” Bounding over from the camp store, arms laden with contraband junk food, is Lou Ellen, smiling brightly. “Whatever it is, I want in!”

“Oh, thank the gods, you’re back.” Will makes grabby hands at the pile. She tosses him a pack of twizzlers off the top, rolling her eyes as he tears into like he didn’t just polish off two and a half entire pineapples and three bowls of oatmeal. “I was going through withdrawal.”

“I’m not helping you when your stomach cramps up,” Cecil promises, snorting. His eyes follow the candy ropes in their harried journey towards Will's gaping maw. “You can sit in your misery.”

“Bleh bleh bleh.”

Nico narrows his eyes at them. Clearly, they’re all in on this — bit, or whatever it is. It’s a little too coordinated to be a quickly-planned revenge prank. They must have had a backup to the potatoes, although a pretty weak one. Unless they somehow managed to bribe the entire camp into agreeing to act along with their dumbassery, and Nico knows none of them can come even close to affording that, then all it takes is one person on Nico’s side before their little ruse is broken.

“It’s too early for this,” Nico says, interrupting their bickering. He picks up his breakfast and trudges off to his actual table, ignoring Will’s pouting. He has to brush the dust off the bench, but it’s worth it to avoid whatever headache the three of them will inevitably give him.

Coffee cake, save him.

———

“It’s not looking good, Katara —”

“I actually like that one.”

“— he’s totally onto us.”

“Just stick to the plan. Power onto Phase Four.”

———

To Nico's great satisfaction, many other people do double takes as they walk into breakfast.

As the Athena table, minus Annabeth, who is likely putting out a literal or metaphorical fire somewhere, wakes up, they start to notice the strange seating situation. It starts with Malcolm, who stares at Cecil in a lab coat with the same expression Nico has seen him wear when attempting to solve the Hodge conjecture. He leans over to murmur something in his brother’s ear, and then all seven of them are looking between the Hecate, Apollo, and mostly-empty Hermes tables with suspicious frowns and furrowed brows.

Nico catches Will’s eye, smirking.

Game’s up, he mouths. Will only shrugs innocently at him.

It’s Annabeth who finally puts a stop to the nonsense, striding in at the tail end of the rest of the slowly-waking crowd. She has grass in her hair and murder in her eyes.

Excellent.

“I swear to the gods, I just dealt with you three,” she snaps, raising her voice so they all can hear her. Coincidentally, it attracts the attention of every other nosy person at camp, which is everybody. “Just ‘cause Chiron’s not here doesn’t mean the rules go out the window. Back to your tables, let’s move.”

“We’re at our tables,” Cecil protests. “Why do people keep saying that?”

Annabeth takes a very deep, very long breath. She has a whole day of this, too. How unfortunate for her.

“Maybe because you are full of shit, Markowitz. Go sit with the rest of you troublemakers.”

Kayla clears her throat. “Annabeth, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Her thin eyebrows are drawn tightly together, lips turned down into a frown. “Cecil is exactly where he’s supposed to be.”

That gives her pause.

That gives a lot of people pause. Nico sets down his coffee cake.

“Cecil’s at the Apollo table,” Annabeth says slowly.

Kayla meets her gaze, face creased in concern. “...Yeah, I know.”

“Cecil is a Hermes kid, Kayla.”

She snorts. “Yeah, sometimes I think so, too. But as much as I would absolutely love to trade my brother —”

“Hey!”

“He’s a healer, Annabeth. He got claimed and everything.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Annabeth says, dragging her hand down her face. “Kayla, I don’t know what they paid you —”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake.” With a clatter of plates, Will clambers on the table, clapping his hands. “Your attention please, everyone!”

Without so much as a pause, Will claps his hands together. Immediately, a ball of green light expands from them, flashing almost too bright to look at. Nico watches, slack jawed, as he tosses it into the air, making it explode into a thousand little sparkles, descending gently over everyone’s heads. The little kids laugh in delight, reaching for them like they’re bubbles.

“Does that settle things?” he demands.

Silence rings for one, two, three seconds.

The camp erupts.

Dozens of voices overlap, all shouting over each other at once. Hands gesture wildly at Will, at Cecil, at Lou — trying to piece things together. Will is their head medic — isn’t he? Then why is Cecil wearing scrubs? And why is Lou chilling at the Hermes’ table, chatting with Julia over a bowl of cereal? Something isn’t right.

“Just — everybody quiet!”

It takes a minute, but everyone settles down, sitting back in their seats and fidgeting, looking around with half-confused, half-amused smiles. Like they’re laughing at a joke they’re half convinced is real.

“Who thinks this —” Annabeth makes some vaguely indicative movement at Will, Lou, and Cecil — “is weird? Raise your hand.”

Almost all hands go up. Only a handful stay down — Will, Lou Ellen, and Cecil, of course, but the entirety of the Hermes cabin stays oddly silent, as do Kayla, Austin, Reika, and, shockingly, Clovis.

“Stoll,” Nico demands before Annabeth gets the chance, “you’re buying this?”

“Buying what?” Connor says after a moment. He shrugs, eyes twinkling in amusement. “I’m just chillin’ with my sister, Nico. Cecil is great, but he hasn’t been in our cabin since he got claimed.”

The rest of the Hermes kids nod in agreement. Whispers filter through the tables — first Kayla, now all the Hermes kids?

“If I may,” interjects Clovis, yawning. “There’s an…energy, around.”

“Gods, yeah, I was feeling it too,” Will agrees frantically. “Almost a…blanket, of some kind. Something heavy and stifling.”

Malcolm looks over with interest. “You think we got cursed, or something? The whole camp?”

Will shrugs. “Maybe? Can’t think of any other reason you guys are remembering things weird.”

“It could be a god’s interference,” Nyssa suggests, raising her voice to be heard from the Hephaestus table. “I mean, that’s what happened to Jason and Leo and Piper, right? Their memories got fudged.”

“Yeah, but camp-wide…”

“Could still be possible.”

“There’s no way! They’re fucking with us, come on —”

It doesn’t take long for the arguing to start up again. This time, though, more people looked spooked — more people look to the dumbass trio themselves, eyes wide like they’re looking at ghosts.

Like they’re believing this shit.

Nico scowls, shoving away from his table and stomping over to his boyfriend.

“You are so full of shit I can smell you from across the room,” he says, raising his voice to be heard over the noise.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He wiggles his fingers in Nico’s direction. They spark with the same green light. “Want me to switch your eyes and ears again?”

That sounds horrifying. “Try it and die.”

“Alright, grouchy.” He holds his hands up, stepping back from Nico’s glare. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

Alarm bells go off in Nico’s head. This is more than just strange, it’s wrong. And not just ‘cause he looks different — so what if he looks different. Will could shave his head bald and tattoo himself purple, Nico wouldn’t care.

But his aura.

The essence of Will, that Nico has grown so used to be stopped noticing. The quiet, warmth strength, the feeling of a soft breeze in the summer, of walking past a window in the late afternoon, of smokey August campfires and scratchy guitar, is gone. Is different, rather; almost blocked. It feels like a cloud blowing over the sun, making everything warped and off and shadowy.

Something is afoot. Something is wrong, and not just some vague, made-up spell like the Trickster Trio would have the camp believe. Something like smoke and mirrors, something shadier.

He watches Will fall into step next to Cecil, ducking away from his ruffling hand. He frowns.

If there’s one thing Nico can do, it’s wade through the shadows.

———

next

[lavendermunson]

we were built to fall apart – king!steve harrington x fem!reader

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summary You two are better know as the captains of the basketball teams, this year only one team can keep the crown while the other has to back down. You hate Steve. Steve hates you. But in some weird way something is pulling you to each other.

tags no warnings for this one. angst. enemies to lovers. season 1 steve. king!steve. both are mean but not too much. no upside down. steve harrington x nancy wheeler (for now). platonic!reader x jonathan byers. no use of y/n.

w.c 3.3k

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When you arrived at Hawkins High you never expected to be the one to change the rules. Your old school had a basketball team for girls, Hawkins didn’t, it was the only town that was missing this. But with the help of a lot of interested girls, you convinced the principal to give you an opportunity and he did. When the school realized the girls’ team was better, they ignored the boys, and that hurt King Steve’s ego. He wants the attention back, even if it means he has to bring you down for it, maybe start a plan to sabotage.

—

“Hey! you look like hell,” Jonathan says as he joins you at the parking lot, he hands over a cup of coffee and laughs at your disgusted expression.

“I know, fuck! Harrington had one of his parties again and the music was so loud” You take the cup after murmuring a thank you.

“Your aunt didn’t say anything?”

“No, she’s going to the lake with her fancy boyfriend… You know how it is”

Jonathan opens the door for you since your hands are busy, one carrying the cup and the other one holding your basketball ball.

“Wow, so now it’s serious? She’s in a relationship and I lost my opportunity?” he laughs at his joke as you hit his arm playfully. You shake your head at the thought of Jonathan being with your aunt and giggle with him until you see a familiar face.

“Hey guys!” Nancy Wheeler, better known as Jonathan’s crush “I was wondering if you are still down to make the English project together” she talks to Jonathan as he smiles like a fool.

“Yeah, of course… I’ll be there I promise”

She nods, giving you and your best friend a kind smile, and walks away to find her boyfriend.

“So… I'm assuming I have to babysit Will?” you ask.

“Please, please” he chants, glancing at you with pleading eyes.

“Alright, I'll just have to take him with me to practice”

You always love the idea of spending time with Will, he was your favorite kid from the party.

“And it’s D&D night so you don’t mind…”

“I don’t, it’s always fun to play with them”

Since you met Jonathan in elementary school, you grew up attached by the hip to him and his little brother. When Will found friends to play D&D with, he begged you to play with them since you were the first one to teach him about this game with Jonathan’s help.

The bell rang making you jump, Jonathan joined you in class and you both sat up for a long and boring chemistry class.

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At the end of the school day you meet with Will, explaining you had to babysit him for today while Jonathan finished his project. Will wasn’t excited to sit on the bleachers for two hours but he was thankful for not forgetting his sketchbook and colored pencils at home.

“You know the rules, don’t go away, and if you need anything tell me. I don’t mind you interrupting, 'kay?”

The little boy nods, he fully understands that practice means so much to you and you are well aware that a little kid like him can get bored of just sitting down.

“Time goes by fast, don’t worry about it,” he says, as you open the door and see the boys' basketball team instead of your own.

“Are you sure it’s your day to practice?” Will asks, looking at your face. A frown was already present.

“I- I am, someone wants all the attention back” you immediately point at Steve.

“What the fuck?” one of your teammates joins you at the door, she mirrors the expression on your face.

“Language!” Will screams, laughing it off and running to sit down on the bleachers. He was getting impatient while standing up.

You watch as the little kid runs, and when he’s safe in his seat your eyes land on the boys' team especially looking for Steve Harrington.

“No… no, leave it!” your teammate tries to hold you but it’s too late.

You walk over to Steve, dropping your backpack and your ball as you get closer to him. A groan leaves out of Steve’s mouth as he watches you come closer, he holds the ball around his arm and against his hip with a grin on his face.

“Are you stupid?” you ask him, he keeps his grin intact.

“Did the coach forget to tell his little loser that schedules changed? don’t look at me like that, it's not my fault!” he says.

Anger takes over your body, making your vision blurry and red. You get closer to Steve to try and intimidate him but he towers over you. The coach you both share runs towards you and tries to stop a war that is only beginning.

“I am sorry, I wanted to speak to you two… my office”

You look at him and then look at Steve who is looking at you with disgust. Both of you walk over to the coach's office and sit down in the chairs in front of his desk, you move yours to one side to be as far away from Steve as possible.

“Captains, here’s the deal” coach starts to speak, you try to ignore Steve’s presence and he does too “As you may know regionals are starting soon but I'm afraid to tell you I can only send one team out there because the school has no funds to get both of the teams to those competitions” 

“And?” Steve asks.

 “I’m taking the girls,” the coach says.

You stay in your seat smiling, giving the coach a thankful nod and watching Steve lose his mind at the news.

“What?” he gets up from his chair “This is not fair, we are better!” 

“Better at losing,” you say, chuckling as he glares at you. You catch his lip quiver and he storms out of the office.

“Please go talk to him” the coach speaks to you, you raise an eyebrow confused. 

“Me? Why me?” you ask.

“Yes, you are classmates and you need to learn how to take care of each other” Coach shrugs as he takes his sandwich out of a drawer, clearly he wants you to talk to Steve instead of missing lunch.

You run after Steve following the coach's orders, knowing that if you don’t do as he says he might change his choice of taking your team.

“Harrington!” you see Steve behind the gym, he has his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“What do you want? you have everything you need now Go away”

“I- I just wanted to… listen, he knows what he’s doing so… I don’t know… you’ll get it next time” You feel a little bit of pity for him, but you know you shouldn’t since he and his friends are always rude to you.

“There is no next time, you don’t get it” he shakes his head, and a look of disappointment rests on his face “We worked hard for this since we started and you came in late and ruined everything”

You can’t believe what he says. A part of you tried to be kind to him for once but now it’s too late.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dick, maybe you’ll be better at basketball” you try to get back at him “It’s not my fucking fault your team- ”

He stands up, towering over you again, something he loves to do knowing it gets you on your nerves. He takes steps closer to you and your back hits the wall.

“Finish”

“What?”

“Finish. Your. Sentence” he punctuates his words with each step, getting closer to you. You feel his breath on your cheek and they go red… of anger. Yes because you can’t be enjoying this, can you?

You part your lips to speak but a voice interrupts you, it is Diana, one of your best friends and teammates. 

“Hey!” Steve jumps away from you and runs away, Diana runs to you as you don’t move.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you or something?” she asks, worried.

You knew Steve was never capable of that, he could be the most annoying person on this planet but he would never hurt anyone physically… because you wouldn’t do it to him as much as you wanted to.

“No, no” you shake your head, coming back to reality “He just- he’s just mad and being an asshole as always”

“Okay, we are warming up and you need to join us… the gym is free for us and Will is asking about you”

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Steve left to take a shower, after being so tense and angry about the coach ignoring all the time and effort he put into his team. Now he had to go home and tell his dad that he wouldn’t be playing basketball anymore and that career option was not an option anymore. He knew the A-grade-asshole was going to be disappointed, his mom too. 

Because for Steve, his life is a full path of lost battles and he is pretty sure he can never have anything good. The only thing his parents were proud of was his girlfriend, who had lately stopped paying attention to him for this so-called ‘English project’ with a person who was considered to be one of the freaks at school, Jonathan Byers. 

Steve didn’t even know if he loved Nancy because he never felt different… but of course, he loved her. She is a good girl, his parents love her. Her parents are great, they are respected by his own and it was important to Steve to not fuck up this one good thing that he had. 

He didn’t expect his evening to be so boring until Nancy called, he waited for her call all day long after not spending enough time with her because of the project. 

“Steve? My mom is asking if you want to join us for dinner. I’ll get there late but you can go ahead and help her, please” his girlfriend asks, Steve smiles at the invitation and accepts it right away. After a bunch of “yes” “I would love to” and “I'm on my way,” he got in his car, noticing yours wasn’t on the front porch.

For both of you, it was a nightmare even looking at each other at school, it was worse when you had to see each other because you were neighbors. Just like that universe can’t keep him away from you. 

He drives as fast as he can and gets to the Wheeler’s in record time. After greeting the whole family and helping get the casseroles on the table, Mrs. Wheeler screams to Mike that the pizza is ready. Mike and the kids are currently in the middle of an important and tense campaign, with you. 

“This kid… he plays nonstop. I don't think he has even showered today!” Mrs. Wheeler rubs her fingers against her frown, smoothing it out and taking a deep breath.

“I can go down there and give them the pizza if you want” Steve offers, Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes light up at his kindness and he takes the boxes of pizza. He walks over to the basement door and knocks.

“It’s my turn to roll!” Lucas screams.

“I need to see you’re not- ” Dustin screams again, but he is interrupted by a knock.

“Oh Ranger, would you be so kind and to open the door for us?” Mike, the DM, looks at you and you nod getting up from your seat. The screams come back as soon as you take the steps and open the door, not liking what’s waiting for you on the other side.

“You?” Steve and you say at the same time, both with a confused look on your face.

“Are you following me?” you ask. 

“Are you ever going to leave me alone, why are you everywhere?” he asks, annoyed. 

“Just give me that and disappear from my sight!” You take the boxes of pizza off his hands and he sighs in relief. 

“You wish I was following you”

“I wish I could never see you again” You close the door on his face and get back down with the party, giving each of them a slice of pizza before taking your own. The campaign continues as the boys finish eating and clean their hands with napkins to keep the game away from the greasy food. 

Upstairs, Nancy and Jonathan arrive and Steve runs to the door. He didn’t expect to see you here, he didn’t expect to see Jonathan either. He rolls his eyes and hugs his girlfriend, kissing her in front of her friend. 

“I’ll go see my brother” Jonathan whispers, Nancy pushes Steve away and nods to her friend. Jonathan goes downstairs and as the party cheers for him, Steve takes Nancy to the dinner table. 

“Why is Byers and… his little sidekick here?” 

“Oh, you mean…? She plays D&D with the kids very often” she says, turning away “Why?”

“Nothing just… she ruined my life today because her little team of losers are going to the competitions instead of us” he scuffs, trying to keep her eyes on Nancy but he glares at the basement door, trying to forget he saw you again. 

“Oh my god! that’s wonderful I love how they play” She looks at her boyfriend and the anger on his face is clear “But you will get it next time, I’m sure of it”

There is no next time, why is everyone telling him that? Steve tries to kiss Nancy as if it’s going to help bring his anger from level 10 to level 1, instead, she turns her head away taking the casserole to have some dinner. 

Lucas talks to you about basketball, Steve can hear some of your conversation. Something along the lines of ‘yeah, I’ll be practicing tomorrow’ and ‘I’ll practice alone if that’s what they want’ He keeps his thoughts to himself, looking around the table. 

Everyone enjoys all the food Mrs. Wheeler cooks for them. The kids start eating at some point and the house fills with silence. This is the first time Steve and you share some time without bickering with each other. 

—

Decisions have been made. You needed to start practicing, even more than last month, so much more. 

“Agh” the ball falls out of your hands. You chase it down until you stop at the sight of a body. Steve. 

“Oh no, what is it this time? Did you rent the gym for one day and now I can't be here?”

“What? No” he says “I want to help you. You know, you need a partner to practice your moves”

You shake your head, he is right. 

“So I thought maybe I could help you-“

“I don’t need help,” you interrupt. 

“Yeah, alright. No help, uhm… I'll give you a hand?”

“That sounds worse” You roll your eyes at him then look at his face “Fine, let’s get this over with”

—

Practicing with Steve was stated as a nightmare. You are narrowly better at him, your moves are faster and less predictable. He is messy, and sometimes too slow.

Your bodies keep brushing with each other. 

First, it was his arm with yours, after he swung an arm in front of you to steal the ball. He succeeded. You shivered.

The second time you touched his leg after stealing the ball back. Your fingertips graze his hairy leg. He shivered too.

The third time he was behind you, blocking you from getting to the other side of the court. His hands come from each side of your body, his back is pressed slightly against you. You let out a quick sigh, keeping your hands on the ball and focusing on what you are doing. The room starts to feel warmer, you don’t know if it’s tiredness or something else. 

You turn around pressing your chest against him, bumping your chest against him. The ball comes out of your hands, flying towards the bleachers. It was like slow motion when Steve lost balance and wrapped his hand around your waist to get a hold of himself but instead, you fell with him.

You were on the floor. You were on top of him. Jolts of electricity flying around your body as you lock your eyes with his, his gaze is soft on yours, something that's never happened before.

His breath is mixing with yours, you catch the smell of his cologne blended with his deodorant and something else you can't get a hold of. This can’t be happening, you can’t be this excited to be close to him. 

He looks at you and gently places a strand of your hair back in its place. Fingers grazing your cheek and the back of your ear. His mouth is slightly open and so it’s yours. 

It’s confusing, How is he making you this nervous when you hate his guts? 

You stand up quickly. Chasing the ball and taking it under your arm. Steve stands up too shaking his head.

“I- I think we are both tired so if you don’t mind we can wrap up for today,” you say.

After a while, practice takes most of the time of your day. Both of you are exhausted but it was a nice chance to get better without interrupting your teammates afternoons who clearly said ‘We are okay with three days of practice.

“Sure, do you… Do you need a ride home?” Steve asks, his voice sounds lower as he takes a deep breath. 

“Yeah, yeah sure just let me call Jonathan” 

He nods. You both begin to stroll away from the gym, heading towards the parking lot. A fresh wave of air hits your forehead that was previously sticky and sweaty, you take a breath and get to the nearest phone at school. 

“Hey, so I don’t need a ride anymore I'm… I’m gonna go home with Steve”

“With? Steve?” Jonathan gasps, exaggerating unnecessarily. “Why is Steve there?” 

“He- he came by to train with me and we sort of lost track of time. You know I’ve been training daily” 

“I'm well aware. Surprised he is still alive even”

“Don’t be dramatic, he was nice for once and it’s helping me if I want to win” Your fingers start to tangle on the phone cord, playing with it to ease your mind “I’ll see you tomorrow, tell Will I said hi”

“Tomorrow. I will when I get home”

“Where are you?” you ask.

“I’m i- I’m at Nancy’s”

“At Nancy’s?” your voice sounds louder than intended. 

“Shhh shut up, Steve is going to hear you and he is going to run here and interrupt. We are finishing our project, don’t start-“

“Are you going to make out?” 

“No, dude. We are not going to— she… listen carefully and don’t say a word” he whispers “We kind of… kissed. She kissed me. I followed”

“OH MY GOD” a very quiet ‘shhh’ comes from the other side of the line as you scream. 

“Don’t tell!”

“I won’t! but doesn’t that count as cheating?”

“I don’t know, I was just caught up in the moment I haven’t thought about that sort of thing”

“Well, she kissed you first. It’s not like you are responsible for this… maybe a little bit but don’t be scared” You sigh, this turned out to be more complicated than fun “Listen, I gotta go We’ll talk tomorrow”

“K, don’t kill Steve!”

“Don’t make me promise something I might end up doing. Bye”

You hang up the phone, run to Steve’s car, and get in so both can get home. The ride home isn’t long, it takes about 15 minutes of uncomfortable silence and the old songs on the radio to make you sleepy. 

After saying thank you and goodbye to Steve, you go into your house and plop on the couch Reflecting on everything that has occurred in the past few hours. What is changing in you?

REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR. welcome to my new series and stay tuned for the next chapter. you can join the tag list by commenting under this post. shout of to my friend Diana for helping me with this one after watching ‘she's the man’ and ranting about it. feedback is appreciated 🥰

[amphitriteswife]

Micheal Kaiser x !fem! Reader

⚫️🔴Enemies to lovers, college au 🔴⚫️

Everyone knew that Micheal had a great ego. His friends, the students, even the teachers and it didn’t make it any better when he became famous in the football world. Soon almost the whole world began to love him. So why couldn’t you? Besides at being good at pe he was also the best at art and history….until you came. As soon as you came to the college he wasn’t the best anymore. He hated it. He hated you. Why did you have to be like that? He’s micheal god fucking kaiser. How could you take his throne from him?! He was and will be the best even if it means making you his enemy.

He was just playing with you a bit when you first arrived. He really didn’t mean any harm. But you weren’t having it. Every time he made remarks about you you said something worse about him. How could someone like you talk back to him? (Ness would be coming for you) he wasn’t used to someone talking back to him, heck someone even insulting him. He knew you were enjoying it.

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‘(Y/n).’ You tore your eyes away from the painting you were making for art class to the person who called your name. Upon seeing Micheal’s irritated face you couldn’t help but smirk. ‘What micheal?’ You asked placing down your brush. ‘Why the hell did you get a different assignment than me?’ He asked narrowing his eyes at your painting. You noticed him staring at your painting and started laughing. ‘Because I already finished the assignment the rest of the class had.’ You responded still ever smirking at him while he just looked at you with narrowed eyes. ‘It’s not my fault you’re slow.’ You responded giving him a wink. Micheal just looked at you with disgust and hate before he returned to his seat. It made you laugh at how short his patients was when it came to you. ‘I know what you’re doing.’ A voice said behind you. ‘Oh? And what exactly am I doing? Ness.’ You said not even bothering to turn your head in his direction. ‘I am giving you warning.’ The magenta haired boy said still maintaining his ever frog like smile. ‘Sure.’ You said now turning so that you could face him. The other students around you could feel the suffocating aura between you both. Little did you know that Micheal had been staring at you the hole time with a scowl. How dare you be like this? Since when did he feel like this?! ….Right…it was way back when you first came here.

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‘You’re that new student right?’ A voice said as you were putting some books in your locker. ‘Yes, what about it?’ You asked still focused on your locked. ‘Oh nothing~’ The voice said as he closed your locker. ‘I’m Micheal kaiser. The one who rules this school.’ He said getting closer in your face. ‘Oh. Okay then.’ You responded uninterested. You tried to walk away until you felt a hand gripping your shoulder. ‘You don’t talk like that to kaiser.’ You turned around to see a cute purple haired boy. ‘Come on Ness, don’t be to hard on her.’ The purple haired boy immediately released your shoulder and started stuttering to him. He was kind of cute. You weren’t really sure what to do so you just turned around again. ‘And where do you think you’re going?’ Micheal asked still invading your personal space. ‘Away?’ You responded with a raised brow. ‘Look at you.’ Micheal said with a mocking voice. ‘Look at me? Look at you. Hair looking like melted cheese with mold.’ You said to him. Kaiser’s cocky smile immediately disappeared as his lips were now in a thin line and his eyes were narrowed. ‘You trying to pick a fight?’ He asked you as he backed up. ‘What if I am?’ You asked back as it was now your turn to invade his personal space. You trapped kaiser between both of your arms as his back was pressed against the lockers. Both you and Kaiser just stared at each other as Ness was ready to begin swinging. You could see the hatred in kaiser’s eyes, until you placed a kiss on his lips. Both kaiser and Ness were flabbergasted as you started to pull away. ‘What the hell?!’ Kaiser yelled as he was blushing a little. ‘Nice try, but bullying me would only cause more trouble for you.’ You said while giving him a wink. Kaiser couldn’t say anything and just stared at you with wide eyes while you walked away. ‘U-uhm…Kaiser….’ Ness said a bit unsure. ‘What.’ He spat back at Ness. ‘You have….uhm… a little accident…’ Kaiser looked at Ness with a confused expression until Ness hinted him too look down. Upon the sight of seeing the tent in his pants he let out a high pitched scream that even you heard from the other side of the building.

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When art class was over it was time to go home so you went to your locker. You put away your books as you felt someone was behind you. ‘Hi (Y/n), could I lend you for a bit.’ You turned to see kaiser standing in front if you while his eyes refused to meet yours. You immediately smirked as you could see that he was still salty. ‘Sure~’ you responded while closing your locker.

Back in the hall way you were shoved against the wall with Kaiser trapping you with both of his hands. ‘How can you still smirk in a situation like this, (Y/n)?’ Kaiser asked you getting closer to your face. ‘How could I not?’ You asked back as you leaned in even more. Both of your faces were now inches apart as kaiser began to close his eyes and lean in even more until you grabbed his arm and flipped him over. ‘What the fuck?!’ He asked you with his vision now upside down. ‘What did you think was going to happen?’ You asked him with a raised eyebrow. ‘I-I don’t know….maybe you would kiss me like that one time….’ He said with a little shade of pink on his cheeks. ‘I mean…I could…But that means that i should give in and i don’t want that.’ You replied still smirking at him. ‘Dammit’ he muttered as he got up. He really hated you. You keep playing with his feelings as if he were a mere toy! But maybe..it wouldn’t be so bad if it was you….

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Thank y’all for reading this! I don’t know if I should make a part 2 with this or make Cheating! Kaiser x reader tho.

[fairykazu]

[ 1 ] 𓇼 TWILIGHT ZONE content warnings: strong language, mommy issues word count: 2.8k previous ⋆ masterlist ⋆ next

“Raiden. Raiden Scaramouche, please report to the office.” Scaramouche raised a brow, confused. He knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he pulled pranks and atrocities all the time. Besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? The school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.

Childe, or what Scaramouche likes calling him, a parasite, turned to him, “’Mouchie,”

Disgusted, “Don’t you dare call me that! I know where you live.”

Scaramouche’s threats used to be more terrifying but the more you get to know him, you’ll know that they were only used to scare you off; he’s just all bark, no bite. Most people’s faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the dignity they have left. But Childe isn’t like most people; unfortunate for Scaramouche since Childe is used to his sharp words since middle school, Childe only laughed off the threat, getting used to Scaramouche's empty filled threats. He's all bark, no bite. “So What did you do this time?”

“How the fuck am i supposed to know?” Scaramouche replied, being as confused as him. The indigo haired male rolled his eyes as his friend’s empty ones glanced to the side who was avoiding his gaze,

“Sheesh, my bad.” Childe replied, holding up his hands to defend himself.

“Raiden Scaramouche, please head to the office.'' The speaker spoke again as Childe tugged him in the direction of the office. The fluorescent, bright lights flickering above Scaramouche, he yanked off Childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever.”

As the bell rang for the next class, people stared at Scaramouche while he walked to the office. not because he’s the infamous guy who causes trouble just to cackle at the faces of terror, but because he’s beautiful. Scaramouche isn’t being full of himself though; the case being more evident when he saw someone raise their phone at him... with flash. 

Well, some people would think that Scaramouche is full of himself for saying that, but have you seen Twitter, or hell, even, Tiktok? So many unsolicited pictures or videos of him being edited and being posted to Lana Del Rey or Chase Atlantis. The comments on those videos are like the reign of terror. Scaramouche considers those comments more terrifying or scary than whatever Scaramouche and “his” goons do during school.

Arriving at the office, he meets eyes with one of the office hags, Xianyun, who greeted him with a thin lined smile. She didn’t even look him in the eyes, just clacking away at her screen. This is why that old bitch has glasses. “Hello, Mr. Scaramouche.”

He scrunched his nose, leaning back, her words were laced in saccharin, too sweet to be sincere. Scaramouche hated her fake pleasantries especially when they’re both aware of how much they don’t like each other. Small talk and being polite for the sake of being nice annoyed him, pretending to be nice isn’t as polite as people may think. Cutting to the chase, he crossed his arms, “Why was I called? I didn't do shit this time.”

Watching the fine lines wrinkles in her face creased, she looked away from her screen. She made direct eye contact with Scaramouche. It doesn’t matter if her gaze might be too hard to handle, he lives with the CEO of the Raiden Shogun Corporations… 

or known as his mother. 

Now, he got her attention. she sat up straight, pinching her nose bridge. The older woman gritted her teeth, “Mr. Scaramouche, please do not curse in a school setting. as it goes against the rules; it may disturb others with sensitive ears. please go to the principal morax’s office, i’m sure you’ll be more comfortable there.”

Scaramouche smiled a little not because the older woman dissed him, but because there was no longer an uncomfortable barrier between the two, but instead something he was comfortable with, bitter and straight forward. “Whatever.” he quipped back, giving the amount of attitude the office lady gave to him.

As he walked past her desk, she mumbled under her breath, “Fucking brat.” Scaramouche pivoted on his heel, “Oh, Miss Xianyun,”

The office lady turned her chair towards his direction, despite dying her hair, she would definitely grow more gray hairs after this. “Please don’t curse in an educational setting. it may disturb people with sensitive ears.” Watching the woman’s face twist into annoyance as he chuckled quietly to himself. Serves her right!

He walked into Mr. Morax’s office; it looked the same as always. A big, stuffy office with no a/c but the only room without flickering lights and a bunch of old man decorations on the shelves and some pictures of his kids— Scaramouche squinted at the framed pictures, Xiao and Ganyu. Wow, what a great parent unlike some people. With a frown adorning his face, he greeted the principal, “Hey.” Throwing his backpack on the carpeted floors, he pulled out one of the two brown chairs in front of the older male’s desk, slouching in the chair. Mr. Morax didn’t pay any attention to Scaramouche’s attitude, which Scaramouche liked or disliked? The principal treated him like everyone else, but he wasn’t dismissive of the indigo haired male’s distracting actions. “What’s the problem?”

Mr. Morax explained the issue to him, resting his gloved hands on the desk, “Your mother had called and said that she’s pulling you out of school early due to technical issues.”

Scaramouche's face twitched, his mother? What the hell does she want? “What?”

“Yes, she said that she’ll be there in twenty-” Mr. Morax scooted his chair towards his computer which had a yellow sticky note attached to it. He peeled it from the screen, reading the rushed handwriting, he corrected himself. “— I apologize, in ten minutes, your mother will pick you up. please grab your needed essentials and go home.”

Scaramouche wanted to argue back, not wanting to face his mother and the consequences that come with it. but he glanced at Mr. Morax's eyes, knowing that even if he fights back, the old man will have his way and it would be worse than it would have been initially. “Fine.”  He didn’t mean to say it so bitterly, but he did. but the real question is why did he react like that?

Was it because he viewed that man as his “father”? He wanted to laugh at himself. Don’t be stupid. He slung his backpack, his mood becoming grouchier than before. Out of the office, sitting on the golden yellow benches that had been graffitied before being painted back to its boring solid color. Despite wearing sweats, the temperature of the bench seared him as if he was salmon, but instead finding a seat in the cool shadows, he's just as stubborn as his own mother. 

He stayed in the same seat.

Beep!

A Cadillac honked at Scaramouche just before he got up to curse out the car. it was his mother and most importantly, her girlfriend in the driver seat. the pink haired hag, yae miko who taunted Scaramouche that she would take his mother away from him forever. Well, to be fair, it was a joke and she always meant it jokingly, but Scaramouche was eleven who didn’t know any better. He took that joke too seriously. but of course, there’s other instances where yae pulled that pissed him off. He'd rather not get into that, otherwise, it would be a long day.

“Scaramouche, get in the damn car, we don’t have all day.” the pink haired hag hollered. she could be even louder the way she spoke, waking up the damn archons from their rest.

“Shut up, hag!” is what Scaramouche wanted to reply with. But instead, Scaramouche grumbled whatever, opening the door. He saw his youngest sister, Mikoto, the prized daughter who would get the seat of CEO in the company. If that little shit wasn’t born, he’d be the one being praised and loved. the one above the rest instead being the one among the others.

When Scaramouche sat down, buckled in his seatbelt. He took out his phone, plugging his ears with music. In his peripheral vision, his sister Mikoto whispered to her older brother, “Good afternoon, Big brother.”

Even though he wasn’t paying attention, he knew what she said. the dyed haired male recoiled from the title. He never accepted her as his little sister, why did she think she had the place to call him that? boiling it down to being all his mother and yae’s fault, they must be forcing a bond between the two of them. “Don’t call me that.”

“Ah, I'm sorry, big– Scaramouche.” his little sister flinched back, fiddling with her braids. Even though he did feel a little guilty, Scaramouche shifted to the side, looking through the window.

When Scaramouche arrived at the house, his mother took him into her office whilst yae went somewhere with mikoto. he was seated in the velvet chairs in front of her desk. Unlike the behavior he has at school, he’s more polite. Sitting in the chair, no manspread and he adjusted his collar. His mother was in front of him, writing something down. With the way his mother was talking to him, stern but firm, he thought, Maybe I am getting that CEO spot instead of Mikoto.

“Kunizukushi.” Oh!, she’s using the family name instead of “Scaramouche”, maybe he is getting that position. “As your school year is coming to an end and summer is coming up, I believe that you aren’t ready for the CEO position. Instead,” she placed a sticky post it note in front of the male. “You will go to auntie nahida’s summer house to help her out with her duties in fontaine.”

Whatever remaining pride scaramouche had crumbled before him, he no longer had a reason to keep up a façade, his mother already knows, they already know. “What do you mean I’m no longer fit for the CEO position, mother?”

When he was born, as if he was a puppet, ei shaped her son as someone who would take over the family’s business. but as he grew up, she saw that he wasn’t fit for the position, other than being empathetic towards others but he was too like her sister, who was forced to be in this position. She didn’t want that kind of responsibility on her son’s shoulders.

As Scaramouche's voice got louder, his mother kept staying calm. “Don’t you use that tone with me, Kunizukushi, I say this with all the love in my heart that you are simply too empathic to work as the sole owner.”

The tension between the two only grew worse; as the indigo haired male stood up, making his chair fall behind him. He said through gritted teeth, “I've been working for this my entire life and you’re throwing it all away because I'm too “nice”? you think that’s fucking nice? Have you seen how people perceive me in school? Have you?” if she had seen him as the infamous sixth member of the group he was a part of, the Fatui, they would call it. When were people making eye contact with him? in the hallways, in class, in the locker rooms or hell, even outside of school.Those idiotic people were in fear. in fear of the troubles that Scaramouche would wreak havoc over them. 

“Just because you are seen as terrifying there, it doesn’t mean you aren’t empathetic. you aren’t fit because you are prone to your emotions. You don’t control your feelings, they control you. Kuni, you will be sent to Nahida's summer house by tomorrow, pack up.”

Scaramouche's eyes twitched, “What?” Despite his tone, he was tapping his foot on the carpeted floor. 

Her voice grew more stern, holding her ground. He played with his fingers, nervous of the outcome even though he knew what was coming. “Don’t talk back to me. Return to your room and pack up, you’re leaving tomorrow. Take the note with you.” 

The tension was as thick as the fog on Tsurumi Island. Just before Scaramouche scoffed at his mother, he took the note from the office.

 “Whatever.”

When he left the office, making sure to slam the door behind him. Although his room wasn’t far from the office, it felt like it was dragging on. He trudged through the hallways all the way to his room, ignoring the family portraits that stared daggers into his back. 

The moment he walked into his room; the weight of the tension was lifted off his shoulders. He laid on his bed followed by a sigh of relief.

What a day. What a total waste of a day.

Scaramouche wondered if his sister wasn’t born, would he be in the position? Or would it be doomed in every universe. He rolled to his side, burying his face into the

He burrowed himself into his blankets, not caring to take off his “outside schools”. Years of training to be the exact leader for the company wasted just because of some stupid reason. Scaramouche's dream ever since he was a kid was to take over. But after this talk with his mother… correction, “mother” is not even her name, Ei. 

after that?

 he doesn’t even know if it was really his or her dream.

[Morning]

Someone knocked on the door, “Scaramouche, get out of your room.” 

“Piss off.” He mumbled, mostly out of habit. The person– probably Yae chuckled. 

The sun peeked through his blinds; he groaned as he fought the struggle to slip back into his bed sheets. A pang of realization hit him when he remembered that he didn’t pack at all. God, Ei would be a pain in the ass. He burrowed out of his bed, his head peeking out to find a luggage already set and ready to go and his step-mother was leaning at the door, “Scaramouche, I packed some of your things. Your aunt has some clothes or swim shorts for you at her villa. Don’t be an ass to her and you’re lucky that your mom wanted to play nice with you.”

Yae continued, pulling the comforter off Scaramouche’s body, he shivered, yanking the blanket back and pulled it over his head. “Get up, the jet is ready for you.” She crossed her arms, “If you go, I’ll put a good word for you to Ei.”

Despite knowing it was bait to get him out of bed, Scaramouche kicked the comforter off of him and walked to his bathroom. Yae looked over his shoulder, pointing out, “Your roots look rough. Oh! There’s a white hair.” She plucked a white hair from his head, he tossed a glare at her, she only laughed.  

“Are you leaving?” Scaramouche asked,  on his way to his bathroom. She hummed out a reply but he waited until he heard the door closed. He stared himself in the mirror and shit, Yae was right. he does need to redo his roots, his natural black hair peeking out. There isn’t any time to retouch it, he’d do it later when he comes back from the vacation to his aunt. 

Even though he is ready to go, physically. He isn’t mentally, not getting why his mother is sending him on a getaway trip. He laughed at himself, pulling his luggage into the jet. every other kid would be happy that their mom is sending them off to some place with beaches, Scaramouche just wants to ensure his spot that he was born and meant for. it’s his role. no one else’s. 

Well, that is what he insists on. The jet was comfortable at least. Fluffy blankets draped on the seats, a pillow on each one and a basket of snacks on the table tied with a bow and a card. His mother decked out the private jet with things she thinks her son would like. From miniature snacks to different kinds of gifts to “make up” what she did yesterday, parental guilt. It always gets them somehow. 

Scaramouche picked up a bag from the small basket, opening it as he picked up the notecard from his mother. “Kunizukushi, I apologize for my behavior yesterday. But you will understand why I sent you to your aunt’s when you’re older or hopefully, when you’re more mature.” 

“‘when you’re more mature’? I’m even more mature than you old ass hag.” Scaramouche mumbled before pausing. “Nevermind.” 

He opened the window’s blinds, seeing his sister leaning on Yae’s hand, she waved goodbye to him. He shut the window immediately and cracked it open a little. When Yae wasn’t looking, he waved back, he guessed that older sibling guilt is quite similar to parental ones. Leaning on his hand, he fell back to the much needed sleep. 

Maybe she was right. He needed this.

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[boydepartment]

i wanted to talk about something rq because i’m worried it gets annoying so i want to explain and actually go in depth a bit. i used to do this when i had way way less followers however i feel like i should now that there are more people. i bounce a lot between personal experience and stuff so just a warning- i wanted to talk about my personal experience and how it effected me directly.

tw- sexualisation

i’ve been really worried about riki’s birthday for a few months now the more it creeps up. it already stresses me out enough that people already sexualize him and have been since he debuted in enhypen which is fucking disgusting.

i think one of the reasons why it bothers me other than me being a human being with morals is there are a lot of parallels between the ages of when i first started being sexualized.

i’ve bounced around the fact that i have a psycho ex boyfriend a few times but i’ve never deep dived into it. and obviously there were times prior to my ex where i was sexualized and harassed, but my ex was the main one that really damaged me.

my ex pretty much scouted me out my freshman year when i was 14, he saw me in his class and even though he was only a grade above me we had 2 years apart age wise. so he was 16 completely enamored by 14 year old me. we ended up dating from when i was 15-17 and i was sexualized to my face for 2 years straight. no matter what i did it was sexualized, i couldn’t eat or drink or even walk in a fucking store without a nasty comment. i couldn’t even cry about a bad day.

and one thing he always kept over my head was me turning 18.

constantly he would bring up my age and how when i turn 18 there were no limits anymore, even if he was already doing everything to me that an evil human could do to another living anything. he was counting down to when i turned 18. thankfully we broke up a few months before my birthday otherwise i would’ve had to deal with god knows what. the fact he was 19/20 counting down to me being “legal” is fucking gross. if you even have that mentality of counting down for someone to be the legal age so it’s pretty much “free rein” then you have the mindset of a groomer. you are WAITING and counting down to SEXUALIZE someone- that is not healthy. i do not make the rules. if you disagree with me and think that its totally normal i hope you’re never around minors and get checked into a fucking mental hospital.

my point here that i’m making is, i had to deal with one person torturing me with the thought of “being legal” after already sexualizing me for years prior. if one person alone fucked me up this badly, i am terrified for riki who has thousands of people counting down and already making horrible comments towards him. i mean i don’t even KNOW riki personally however i had to live with one person torturing me in this way and i would never wish it on anyone else.

another thing.

it makes me so insanely frustrated to hear the excuses, “i’m a minor too.” yeah i was 15 and he was 17 when i was being groped and sexualized but just because my ex was a minor too at the time- doesn’t make it fucking okay. being a minor too doesn’t mean shit. that’s the reality of it. if you sexualize someone and have to make a shitty excuse as to why you are, you’re a grimy person.

a reminder 👇

sexualization can DAMAGE ANYONE on ANY SCALE.

sexual harassment can happen to ANYONE on ANY SCALE.

that’s why i will constantly speak out about this because there are so many excuses people make. i’ve heard so many for riki already it makes me sick. obviously i bias him so i have a soft spot for him, and obviously i have empathy for him so i am worried.

maybe a lot of engenes are overly stressing and maybe nothing will happen that’s too too bad. i don’t know, i can’t tell the future, i am just terrified and i pray that just in case he stays off social media. ESPECIALLY TWITTER.

at the end of the day…

writing smut for already preexisting adults is one thing, but counting down to write smut about someone so it’s “legal” and “no one can get mad at you after they turn 18” is so fucking gross. if this is your mentality i hope you learn how to change before you cause irreversible damage to someone. i’d never wish the baggage i have to live with everyday on anyone and that’s the reality of it.

[decayingshrike]

Pairings: Matt Murdock x M!reader

Warnings: unedited, reader drinks and smokes and tries to kiss matt while under influence.

Summary: Reader with BPD has Matt as their fp

Matt and I had known each other since college, us both having had the same psych 101 class. Meeting him then made it so I could look past most of his faults, but ever since that first month, I could hardly tell if he had any faults at all. The way I feel about him bordered on obsession, it is obsession; the way I feel about him is unhealthy. I have felt this way for roughly ten years now, being there for practically everything that mattered.

I perk up from my chair beside him, I think he was calling my name.

"You alright?"

He looks worried, I feel terrible for worrying him but part of me revels in the attention. I nodded my head simply, stating I was tired, the case I was helping on went on for a while last night was all. Worry for me, worry for me, worry for me runs through my head like a disease. Matt just smiles.

"You know, you don't technically work for us, it's a wonder why you still help. Not that I'm unhappy, obviously. Having someone read out the files rather than listening to a robot is... helpful."

helpful god. I smile. I want to kiss you. I feel like I have been in his grasp for practically ever by now.

I just nod at him. I'd rather help than see him and Foggy scrounge around for hours while I sit on my lazy ass doing nothing at home. It helps me stay active, I say. Matt just shrugs, your smile is everything to me is all I can think while I stare at his shining teeth. As much as I hate to admit it, him being unable to see me has made my heart grow fonder. I can stare at him as much as I please, except, of course, when Foggy or Karen take notice.

“The work, if we may?”

I hear Karen giggle. So far, to my knowledge, she is the only one that is aware of my so-called tendencies. God I don’t know what I would do if Matt ever found out. I want to tell him, obviously, but I worry he'll respond with disgust or resentment. He's not the resentment type, not for anything like this, but it still is something that lingers for me.

“Come on Karen, just a break for the night won’t hurt. We can head down to the bar, Foggy’s already half asleep and it seems he-” Matt points at me, “is too.”

Karen sighs, running her hands through her hair, and agrees to take a break. She’s a worse workaholic than Matt but I don’t blame her, she’s rather good at what she does too.

At the bar I’m already six shots in of straight vodka. I’ve always been a lightweight so I'm already past hammered and am beginning to border on blackout. All four of us are playing what seems to be 8 ball but Foggy keeps throwing in different rules almost definitely to fuck with me and Matt. I see Karen helping Matt line up his next shot and almost puke in jealousy. The way her face is flushed pink makes me green in envy. It should be me, it should be me, it should have been me. I take a breath and another shot and I’m fine. I don’t think I can drive home tonight. I say I’ll be right back and go outside and light up a cigarette. 

After a few minutes, I hear the door and the familiar sound of a cane tap tap tapping against the wall and ground. 

“I could smell your cigarette from all the way inside.”

I mumble a sort of apology but laugh half way through at the idea of him even being able to do that. I make a joke about it being a superpower and suddenly Matt goes silent, but only for a moment. His face twitches out of his smile but he regains his composure and just laughs. 

“I wish.”

He chokes out, coughing on the smoke.

I beg Matt to take me home. It comes out as more of a sob than I’d prefer but it’s fine. Matt just sighs and nods. Why do you seem so tired of me? I snuff out my cigarette and head back inside, wobbling all the while. I gather my things and say my goodbyes, Karen sees Matt leaving with me and winks, this all goes right over Foggy’s head. 

Walking home with him is perfect, he’s perfect, I need you.

“What?”

I shake my head up, the question sobering within itself. I ask what he means.

“You said you needed me?”

He sounds confused. Are you disgusted? I think he might be. I mumble out a sorry, unable to even make a coherent defense. I slur out a question I can’t remember. 

“Yeah I know.”

What? What did I ask?

“I know you have… feelings… for me.”

Oh. Fuck. 

I notice we take a left where we usually take a right and ask where we’re going.

“I’m taking you to my place, if that’s alright. I want to keep an eye on you. You drank a lot.”

He’s worried, he’s worried, he’s worried, and I’m glad.

Finally in the apartment, he practically drags me up the stairs and we both laugh all the way up, but for some reason it feels tense. I think I’m obsessed with you. It came out jumbled, it wasn’t supposed to come out at all but I caught it right at the last word, just not in time. Matt doesn’t respond. He helps me lay down on the couch and sits next to me.

“I don’t know how to respond to that. I like you, I do, but I know how this works for you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I’ll get more hurt if you do nothing, I announce louder than intended. I ask to kiss him, I beg to kiss him. Maybe if he’s as drunk as I am, he will.

“No. I’m sorry.”

I practically sob, I should just kiss him while he’s so close to me, who cares if I’m drunk. He cares, He Cares. The last reasonable part of my brain whispers at me to stop, so I don’t. 

I whisper how sorry I am, Matt says he knows. I lay down in his lap and he caresses my hair, he kisses me on the forehead. I want you here I want you here I want you here Please just say yes. 

I feel myself drifting and I feel horrible. Just kiss me. 

I sob into his lap, I feel manipulative for this. I feel my eyelids grow heavier, and just as I feel myself drifting to sleep, Matt tells me

“Tomorrow, maybe, if you feel the same.”

And I smile.

[slytherwrites]

"hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone // engage with the pain as a motive"

Title is from "Achilles Come Down" by Gang of Youths

Info: Theo Putnam & Trans!Reader, to pronouns for reader other than you, pre/during season one, before Theo comes out to his friends, the reader is critical of religion in their narration so if that's a trigger, skip this please!

Note: For the first part of this fic, the reader uses they/them pronouns for Theo, not certain what pronouns they'd prefer.

Summary: You couldn't give two fucks about the shitty kids at Baxter High, but you can tell that you being out is giving someone more confidence in themselves. And that's why you deal with these shitheads.

Upstate New York wasn't what you imagined with your parents said that your dad was moving to New York for work. You could be forgiven if you thought that you'd be in the Big Apple, where people with some actually decent worldviews and basic fucking respect existed.

But, you couldn't have been that lucky, could you? Because the small town of Greendale needed a new doctor and your father could open up his own private practice with a whole town of new customers.

Honestly, how this town had a prominent mortuary, but not a doctor freaked you out, but you wouldn't say anything about it, because who knows what those Spellmans are up to.

But, you settled in decently. Classes weren't difficult and getting around was easy, with everything practically being within either walking or biking distance—something you'd taken up getting around your old town, as public transit was abysmal and here it's nonexistent.

Assholes were assholes and cliques were formed, but not like stereotypical high school television would proclaim. There wasn't a bitchy female at the top, ruling everything. Everything seemed to span from the ire of the misogynistic, football team and their backwards, Judeo-Christian values.

Honestly, you couldn't understand it. The fucking egos on these guys were astounding, truly.

But, you noticed something in between the constant jabs and minor pushing around from the guys bigger than you. That the kid from your English class with the curly hair kept staring at you.

You didn't think it was malicious, but it was persistent. They sat a bit behind you, next to two girls: one of which was the preacher's daughter and the other came from the mortuary family you were going to stay away from.

But, they looked harmless. Curious, in fact. Like they'd never seen someone like you, like them. Like they'd never seen someone who's undeniably trans.

You weren't certain they were trans, but if gaydar was a real thing, yours would be on full alert.

And so, when you were able to catch them staring all by their lonesome, you slipped away from the meatheads and their closemindedness towards them.

"Hey, you're in my English class, aren't you?" You appear in front of them in a blink of an eye, "With Ms. Wardwell, right?"

"Oh, uh... yeah. I am." They stammer, "You find it alright."

"It's not that difficult. Similar stuff I was doing at my old school."

"Where are you from?"

You tell them, trying to hide the disgust of this place and the fact that you really miss home.

"I can't for the life of me remember your name and I'm so sorry about that! Can you tell me?" Even if your reasoning was different, you truly couldn't remember their name, as Ms. Wardwell tends to take silent attendance.

They sigh, "Susie. Susie Putnam."

"You sure about that?" They choke on the air caught in their throat and you continue, "I mean, Y/N wasn't always my name. My parents helped it get it changed. So... are you sure that's your name."

"I don't know what I want to change it to." They admit, "but Susie hurts to hear."

"I get it." You put a hand on their shoulder, "Sometimes you gotta grin and bare it, but hey, when you pick one out, tell me."

"You get it?" They said, "You understand what I'm going through?"

"Oh yeah." You offer a laugh to break the tension, "These people are assholes, but your friends seem to be decent enough. And if they fucking suck like these dickheads, then you can hang with me, alright."

"And if my friends don't suck?" They ask, "Can I still hand out with you?"

You fish out a spare piece of paper and write your number down with a smirk, "I think that's fine as well."

[lobotomyladylives]

That dating app Anon is hilarious. So inaccurate.(I personally think dating apps is more scary than walking alone at midnight. Cause you’re looking to meet with a strange man on the internet ;fuck no. That chills my blood thinking of it. But I know folks who used dating apps.)

But my aunt met her husband on a dating app. She was I think in about at least her late 30’s or early 40’s, because my cousin were teenagers at that age. She divorced her husband for finding out he was a porn user

I came from Mormonism and people act like you’re an old maid if you’re unmarried at 21+ so it’s just makes me cringe realizing how much our society is influenced in general with cults. This cult mentality of thinking. Patriarchy is a sex and death cult.

I personally have no interest in dating at this point and some women seem to think it’s sad I’m childfree and single… but I don’t want kids either. I’ll have women tell me “it can happen at any age!” And express they had their first child at 37, or start their career till 40.

It’s so sinister how we are taught to fear aging. It’s a major distraction. From career and ambitions and talents and hobbies.

I think maybe men know that because they die sooner they want to take us with them, they’re like leeches.

Go on a dating app and pose as a 15 year old girl, a lot of men, a scary amount of men will prey in teenage girls online. So what exactly was anon’s point?

I’ve found the older I get, the less vulnerable I am to manipulation, and I think that’s why men prefer “younger women.”

First of all your aunt is based as fuck for divorcing her husband bc of porn. I'm assuming it was a decision based in religion since you said you come from Mormonism but still, always good to hear about a hypocritical coomer getting his ass kicked to the curb.

Oh you are sooo spot on with the observation of how society is absolutely infested with cult mentality. Patriarchal society in general really can be considered one of the biggest cults known to humanity bc basically every man alive is complicit & seeks to keep women from questioning our "role" with various strategies ranging from "you'll die a lonely hag surrounded by 20 cats if you don't conform" to "you'll burn in hell if you don't conform." And of course, conforming in both cases means spending your entire life in the service of men despite the well documented fact that single childless women are a happier demographic on average than married women with kids. Cults brainwash people the same way patriarchy brainwashes women: by fear mongering with lies & propaganda designed to ensure our subordination. It's all such bullshit.

And yeah men definitely prefer younger women out of a desire to manipulate & mold them into their "ideal woman" in addition to the pedophilic beauty standards they have. They admit to it as well bc they genuinely don't seem to understand why it's fucking disgusting and horrific and literally grooming (they hate when you use that word to describe a 47 yr old dating a 19 yr old but adults can be groomed too, every abusive relationship involves grooming and an age gap isn't even a necessary component though it helps due to the lack of maturity & life experience, which abusive men are well aware of and actively seek out).

I like how you rightfully call the fear of aging imposed on us by society as a distraction bc that's exactly it. Capitalism (which is imo inherently a greedy corrupt & deeply male minded model of economics) wants us wasting time and money on stupid shit like plastic surgery wrinkle creams and botox, to line their pockets yes but also bc as long as we are directing our critical eyes towards the mirror the ruling class (again, mostly male) are free to continue operating as usual without pesky things like protests and boycotts getting in the way of their bottom line. Not to mention on a personal level, men get to benefit from us being too absorbed in self scrutiny to realize we are worth more than what they give us (usually nothing but headaches) & the beauty obsession is nothing more than fighting a battle that can never be won bc the standard always morphs & female body types literally go in and out of fashion with the times.

[m-a-w-a]

Don't open that door

Macau knows that and yet…

inspi

When Macau comes back from college that night, he is very excited to tell Hia and p'Pete that he got the first role in the university play (he's a good actor; he's got the experience of a lifetime). He's following Kim's footsteps by hiding in plain sight. There's no reason only the main family get to have a celebrity.

He's feeling generous and properly happy (and that's pretty rare) so he'll take hia and phi out to a fancy restaurant for the occasion. He'll even let (make) Hia pay. Macau's deserved it. He's been good. He hasn't been evicted from a single class yet.

The house is awfully silent when he arrives though. That's never a good sign. Macau knows this. He's getting spooky goosebumps. He approaches the bedroom door and listens in carefully. He can't hear anything. He sighs in relief. He knocks cautiously on the door but gets no answer. He knows better than to try and open it.

The thing is - as much as he loves living with Vegas and Pete - they are a bunch of horny sexual pervert freaks. Macau learnt it the hard way. He's starting to have anxiety every time he opens a door.

He'd known for a long time that Hia was a freak. One time papa called him sick for liking boys and the next day Vegas had transformed his entire bedroom in some sort of BDSM dungeon for everyone to see. And when papa called him a disgusting pervert Vegas brought a new boy home every night for a week straight, fucking them with the door open for the whole house to hear.

It got Vegas a big blue bruise on the cheek but papa never insulted his choice of boyfriends again after that.

So yeah, Hia is a pervert and a freak and Macau knows it. Has experienced it first hand. He knows all-too-well what he was getting into, moving in with Vegas and his kept-in boyfriend.

But p'Pete, Macau is starting to learn, p'Pete is worse. Because p'Pete smiles and blushes and looks totally embarrassed every time someone mentions anything sex-related, like he's some kind of naive virgin but then - he once called Macau to give him water after Hia left him, quite literally, hanging from the ceiling in their bedroom.

Like that was a normal thing to ask from your brother-in-law.

("But I wasn't even naked!", Pete had justified, like that was the issue).

So yeah, Macau knows the golden rule number one to survive in this house: do not open the door if hia and phi are alone on the other side.

Still, he does.

He doesn't know what he expects to find on the other side but p'Pete being butt-naked with only a white tank top lifting weights in front of the mirror and Vegas standing behind him completely naked while smoking was certainly not it.

Macau gasps and freezes.

p'Pete keeps on lifting weighs which, by the lack of grunting, are probably way too light for him; hia keeps on smoking and observing p'Pete through the reflection with eagle eyes.

"Oh my god, bunch of freaks!," Macau squeaks with horror.

Vegas, totally not-bothered, turns around and raise an eyebrow at him like Macau is the deranged one for thinking two adults standing side-by-side in front of a mirror exercising and smoking is weird as hell.

Well at least he's not hard, thinks Macau, then How do I know that? Why the hell did I check that? Oh my god I am freak too!? Oh fuck they're infecting me!

He looks again; p'Pete is totally hard, he notices. Worse, thinks Macau, much, much worse.

"You're taking me out to dinner tonight and you're paying for my therapy!" he yells as he closes the door behind him.

He knew what living with Hia and his kept-in boyfriend would be like. He never imagined there'd be two of them!

[definitelynotplanetfall]

hey so did anyone else have the thing where they were kids and your parents would explain home row keys to you in words and then expect you to use this unfamiliar practice on projects you cared about and then be vocally disgusted when you continue to hunt and peck because that was what got you the letters you wanted in the order you wanted the first time

or like, teachers would interrupt teaching cursive to complain that nobody uses cursive anymore and back in my day all the kids knew cursive by this age and why don't you lazy fucks use cursive for all basic writing all the time don't you know it's faster and easier??? (berates another kid for not forming the dumbshit capital G exactly perfectly)

did anyone else get put in math league because they were good at plug and chug math tests but bad at Playing with numbers and bad at seeing non-obvious patterns and then the math league coach made you say in front of your class "i am a failure as a human being" because you didn't know how to begin to approach a problem and no amount of staring at it would make a first step appear so could you just explain it so i can understand it and then it turns out the problem relied on some non-obvious geometry rule from a year ahead of you

[theemperorsfeather]

The post-ShB credits rolled seemingly out of nowhere (I shouldn't have been surprised, and yet) and all I could think was "shit. I am not ready for what's next, oh god oh fuck oh no" and then 5 minutes into Sharlayan I noticed I'd lost my sprout and felt like running around in a panic (shit!! I'm nOT READY FOR THAT! I'm still inept!!! possibly even more inept than I used to b/c of splitting my time between multiple jobs).

ANYWAY. I already didn't like some of the direction the plot is headed (I know a few things, for better/worse) and after the narration plus Hydaelyn's comments, I have connected the dots and really definitely don't like the shape I'm seeing. OTOH I am presently mostly intrigued (but also disgusted) by whatever the Forum is up to; by the looks of it they are planning to use their underground ecosystem as some kind of "get away from the Bad Things incoming;" I am uncertain if they intend to move their whole populace there or if they're going the stereotype ruling class route of "so sad, not enough room for everyone."

[eroticcannibal]

god FUCK teachers, the ego is so ludicrous that not only did me and both my siblings get in trouble with teachers for "peeing in class because we were bad students" ie "teacher kept telling us we were not allowed to go to the bathroom" but also my fucking DAD has a similar story. from fucking high school

shoutout to my parents for being cool about that shit though. my dad told me when i was a very upset like 9 year old embarrassed to hell about this that next time i should piss on the teacher's desk

The sheer amount of ppl I know who have been fucking forced to piss themselves in class is honestly ridiculous. I am honestly just lucky that when it happened to me I had a pad and was sitting on a very padded, very absorbant chair and had a fair bit of the lesson left to dry out. Given I was actively suicidal (because of school) at the time that would have finished me off if people knew. And this wasn't even "little kids cant hold their bladder and can't be trusted to go on their own". I was fucking 15. Their was no rule against going to the toilet. Their was especially no rule against going to the toilet when you were on your period which I fucking was!

If this being such a common experience doesn't speak to how abusive teachers are as a group then what does. The fucking trauma of it. The humiliation. All because an adult wants absolute control over a child. Its disgusting. It is simply fucking vile.

[toririvas]

first time listening to superpowereds year 1! welcome to the live blog, to be updated as i get through it.

I'm listening to the graphic audio version, if that matters.

Let's begin, I'm starting the liveblog on chapter 4 because I figured it was a good idea to document it. Also, it's a slow work day. Sue me.

First chapter is good at getting me intrigued. I have to say Vince is a solid protagonist, and his VA is fun. I just imagine him as a silver haired Miles Morales, 12fps and all. I'm intrigued with Nick because I goddamn love these types of characters. (If you've ever seen me tag stuff for Ike, you'd know.) I heard Nick and I'm immediately like, Nick Furcillo from supermassive games' The Quarry? Pretty hair, pretty face, and praying that's all you notice kind of boy. Tboy swag detected as well, I may just be projecting a little for him tho. Herschel... oh, I pick him up in my ARMS. I have a thing for the sweethearts, I really do, and I have a character that's kind of similar to him (always left to clean up the messes). The dynamic of him and Roy is. Well, it's sure a hell of a thing. Speaking of Roy, holy shit dude, chill. I get it, though, he's the literal representative of ego, blah blah- stop bullying your headmate>:/. MARY. Mary I am going to stare at you. Oh my god. I love weirdgirls. They have such swag. Hyper powerful weirdgirls? be still my beating heart. And, Aelwyn Aberna- I mean, Alice Adair... She's cool. I like the mean girl archetype. It's a vibe. I hope she goes feral like Regina George becoming a jock.

Okay, onto the actual plot.

Okay, it's a program to turn Powereds into Supers. I got that from my dad's summary and the back of the book. Cool.

Nick gave me vibes from the start. Why are you like this. I can tell you're sad, weirdo. Vince having clothes and a bed and being weirded out by it is heart wrenching. I didn't get what Herschel's deal was when I first listened so I just sort of accepted the Shifter thing. Alice is neat, Mary is weird. Cool. I've got the dynamic.

Combat training! That's typical, the placements make sense but the rule of five and the not being able to challenge the top five is... Weird? I guess the rule makes sense but not the waiting until the end of the year thing.

New side character, Sasha Foster. Speedster. Roommates with a Julia? Fun. Punky vibe. That's fun. She's into Vince, that's neat.

I'm skipping around a little because again, starting this late

Wow, Roy is a cunt and a half. That mf is friends with Mitch (NPCs) in another universe, I can feel it. Lmao, get stronger without your powers is his arc. Got it. Solid.

Did he... Charm someone into getting him into the bar? Does he have a fake ID JUST FOR HIMSELF? Insane.

Goddamn, going back to Casino night for a second, obsessed with the weird mind games of Nick and Mary. Like. He's so fucking weird. What's with his journaling? Why'd he delete it? The fucking sunglasses??? Is this some kind of fucking Mr. Spender moment (shout out to the 1 other Drew Hayes/Paranatural fan, who I am pretty sure does not follow this blog).

Poor Hersch and the damn mornings after. I hope he gets to be liked by someone genuinely.

Okay, back to chapter 4, will report back with thoughts.

Vince is awkward. We love this. Graphic audio funneled kiss noises directly into my ears. Disgusting.

Roy plans to fuck him up but hail mary, it's Mary. And she thinks Hersch is nice, so she's threatening Roy. Good for her. Holy shit, by the way, she's so scary. I'm in love for real. I just see her in my brain as kinda Allison Reynolds, kinda Lydia Deetz, kinda Eleven in terms of aesthetics, but she's Rose Lalonde in scaring the fuck out of people. God bless.

Wouldn't Herschel being officially classed as Super mean he has control over Roy appearing? Why isn't he forcing Roy into going/taking control when he doesn't do what's best for the host body? Anyway. Roy has a challenge now, let's see how this goes.

Chad stomped him, as I heard in the audio sample. Fuckin nice.

Midterm, huh? Okay. Twenty page paper and an ethics project. Interesting. Pairs? Nick and Alice, lmao. I think they're bitey at each other. That's hilarious.

Vince and Will. Cool! Everest is their project.

Hersch and... Alex the Jedi! Okay cool. The more I listen to Alex talk the more I'm like *Donald?*

Nick and Alice are fun. Love that there's jazzy music whenever Nick's brain is in focus.

Will has a twin, Jill. Wow. Okay fun. Will is a support member! Neat.

Jill vs Sasha. Sasha wins! Speedster makes sense. Fast healing, probably? Decent recovery.

Chess again. Hersch is getting better. Nice. Herschel is her rook, Vince is her bishop, Alice is her knight, and Nick is her king. Obviously, she's queen. Alice is so interesting. I hope they become girl best friends.

Girls day!

Movie night boys!

Vince: I'm gonna leave!

Mary: no you're fucking not.

AHA HE DOES HAVE A FAKE!! GOD. Alice is going to make plans. She has decided it. She has DECIDED it. Shut up, Nick, you *know* you wanna go to Halloween with her. Nerd ass.

Nick, flippantly, in the beginning of the book: Mary I have /trust issues/

Nick, upon realizing she was taking that as a personal project: well fuck me running.

Alice... Oh my god nobody's ever stood UP for her. She likes Mary!

Back to studying. Nick and Alice. Yeah. They have this "I know you"/"I refuse to be known" dynamic that flows both ways. They're getting together I'm calling it. Calling it!

Globe, huh? Big traitor? Alice's father is his old teammate? Fuckin SWAG

Alice is opening up? Nick is doing it in return? Fucking knew he didn't have parents tho. Motherless behavior, Nicky.

Defective? Oh, Alice...

Movie night. Uh. Will and Jill, Sasha and Vince. Uh. Zombie movies. Video store? When is this fucking set ???

HaLLOWEE- "Roy was either an ancient gladiator,or a male escort catering to a very specific fetish" i CACKLED

Nick's got some fuckin eyes. I know he does. I don't know what's wrong with them but this Strider mother fucker ain't flying under my radar.

Oh shit, okay, Michael is gonna attack Vince outside. That's not a blatant use of his power or anything. Feels...weird man.

Nick is being a hilarious wingman. Pft. "You realize there's no girls in earshot, right?" "yea them hoes be shutting us down." Wild.

Thomas? Okay, new guy shut this shit down. He's cool. He's a stickler. That's important for later.

Alice would be friends with Adaine Abernant. God. I love her. Autism wins again.

CHAD IS GLOBES KID? yep.

Coach wants to talk to Vince. I looove this. Scared of his own strength. Poor bishop. He has the Eyes! The Paladin Eyes! I say a lot about DH character archetypes but that man makes paladins I want to *love*. I've never met a paladin by him I DIDN'T love.

Vince's dad went to this school? Cool.

Updates to the Dean from Numbers.

Edit to add I think my last addition got deleted. Whatever. Started Nick's backstory flash. It's official, I love the cynic. Happens every time.

[yjhgvf]

Hi there. For starters, I am yjhgvf, but most people simply refer to me as YJ.

I use they/them pronouns. If you see any past posts from me and/or others that refer to me with she/her pronouns, don't worry, that's because I used to go by she/they. I do not go by she/they anymore, only they/them.

I am an adult! If you aren't comfy with that, feel free to block me. I very rarely post/reblog nsfw, and when I do, it's usually something like a sex joke or an implication. I use the tags 'nsfw' and 'nsfw implied', so block those tags if you don't like that. I also don't involve nsfw with my genuine interests in nick jr shows bc that's disgusting imo.

I have autism. It's why I hyperfixate on silly shit lol.

Rules, DNI, and Liked Media Under the Cut! Please Read Them!

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Some Pieces of Media that I Like (a media in pink text means that I am in the fandom for that media, also list will be updated over time so make sure to check back once in a while):

- Binding of Isaac (Really like watching playthroughs of it and actually bought it and all the dlc recently! I haven't won a single time though ;-;)

- Bloons TD 6 (Much better at watching it than playing it. Favorite towers are sniper and mortar and favorite hero is the purple monkey whose name I forgor)

- Cookie Run (I play ovenbreak and kingdom. My most favorite cookies are Angel, Pilot, Vampire, Dark Enchantress, Matcha, Zombie, and Skater. I also like all the rares a lot lol)

- Cuphead (Watched multiple playthroughs of it, including the DLC, never bought it but played it with a friend)

- Danganronpa (I am not in the fandom anymore, nor do I support the problematic content in the games. I like quite a few of the characters and some fangans though, and one of my anons is a fan of it so take that as you will)

- Deltarune (My favorite characters are Berdly and Queen. Have played it and thoroughly enjoyed it)

- Dicey Dungeons (I play it on my nintendo switch. Haven't played it in a long time though. Need to get back to playing it with the free dlc that came out recently)

- Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (I've only watched the tv show and not the webseries so forgive me if I don't understand a reference from the webseries)

- Food Fantasy (I really like playing this game, though I don't really play it too much and mostly just do dailies and team up. My favorite food souls are Salty Tofu and Black Tea.)

- Friday Night Funkin (Mostly into the main game and Hex. I love Hex /p)

- Gacha Life/Club (I do not support gacha heat or any toxic gachas. I mainly use gacha club for making quick videos)

- Genshin Impact (I just play the game casually. I don't really participate in all the p2w and drama and hardcore shipping and stuff. My favorite character is Noelle and I'm a bit of a Yelan simp)

- Jackbox Games (Really fun even if I almost never win. Favorite games are Split the Room, Patently Stupid, and Guesspionage)

- Miitopia (I fucking adore this game and Tomodachi Life but I like this game more. My favorite classes are Chef, Scientist, and Tank)

- Minecraft (I don't like MCYT too much though)

- Nick Jr Shows in General (Once again, just a genuine interest)

- Pokémon (I've always been a huge fan of pokemon! My favorite pokemon is Giratina, my favorite generation is gen 9, my first game was Platinum, my favorite type is poison, and my favorite champion is Diantha bc she looks pretty)

- Project Sekai (MORE MORE JUMP is my favorite group and Nene is my favorite character)

- Roblox (Really nice. I play with my friend Gato a lot)

- Rusty Lake (I haven't played it, but I've watched playthroughs of most of the games! I really like it, despite the fact that I tend to not like horror/horror-like games. I really like Mr Crow)

- Sam & Max (Season 1 is my favorite and I may or may not have cried after watching 305)

- Super Mario (I adore all the Mario games! They're really cool! Some of my favorite characters are Bowser Jr, Birdo, Roy, Wario, Bowser, and Mario)

- Splatoon (I played the funny squid game a lot when I had nintendo switch online but not so much anymore. My favorite idol is Marina and I main bloblobber and slosher/hero slosher)

- Stardew Valley (Funny farmer game go brrr. My favorite characters are George, Evelyn, and Krobus)

- Team Fortress 2 (I just like watching the funny men in the funny ragdoll game. I main a combination of Scout, Soldier, and Pyro)

- Team Umizoomi (Once again, a genuine interest. This is my favorite nick jr show and I can ramble about it a lot and I'm pretty sure I have an attachment to it lol. I like all the characters but dislike half of their designs, my favorite characters are Squiddy, Blue Mermaid, Doormouse, and both of the Troublemakers)

- Undertale (Not as big of a fan of it as I was when I was younger, but I still like it. My favorite characters are Napstablook and Alphys)

- Yakuza (I just really like the silliness of it. Kiryu is def a really great character)

DNI:

- Basic DNI Criteria, including incest supporters, zoophiles, pedophiles/MAPs/lolicons/Whatever the fuck you guys call yourselves these days, homophobes and transphobes, and neo-nazis.

- Rape apologists/supporters. This technically falls under basic DNI but putting it separately as well because some people are fucking idiots.

- Proshippers. I block proship blogs on sight.

- IRL Shippers. (I just find it weird)

- Endogenics/Endogenic Systems and Tuplas. Traumagenic systems are allowed though.

- People who hate on neopronoun users. Respect isn't that hard.

- People who don't respect triggers. Fuck you.

- JKR Supporters. I'm very cautious around Harry Potter fans though so I won't immediately block you if you are an HP fan unless you say you support JKR.

- AI "Art" Supporters

- Zionists

Rules (Will be Updated as Needed):

1. I have the right to delete asks and block blogs and anons. I never block and delete without reason though, so there is always a reason behind you getting blocked or having your ask deleted.

2. Respect me and I'll respect you. I'm not going to tolerate it if you're disrespectful to me.

3. Please do not talk about heavy/graphic gore and/or NSFW in my ask box

4. Please do not submit NSFW related content (especially uncensored) in my submissions. It makes me very uncomfortable.

5. I am capable of making mistakes and doing things that I don't realize are wrong. If I do make a mistake and you want to send an ask or dm telling me, please be calm and polite in doing so. If you're not, I will probably assume that you are a hate anon/account.

6. Read. It's not that hard. If I say not to do something, don't do it.

7. Use common sense! It's also not that hard!

[glitchydyke]

hi sash!!!!! BEGGING you to teach me all about the boyish bitch / ultimate drama / WHOEVER she is because by god i am. OBSESSED w her. ALSO HOPE YOU HAD A SWAG DAY!!

oh my god i have to write this entire fucking thing again bc tumblr crashed while i was on the last fucking sentence i hope i die

BUT. kotoko is a character in the danganronpa side game ultra despair girls !! she’s one of my faves from there, along w masaru (red haired kid on my kin list)

tw for abuse, sexual assault, rape, and suicide in her story

SO kotoko was a child actress who was insanely successful bc of her cute looks. she didn’t particularly want to be an actress (or like, she liked acting, but didn’t like the stress and adult attention it brought onto her) but kept it up bc she didn’t want to upset her mother

her mother, wanting to further kotoko’s career, began to prostitute kotoko when she was literally only 10 years old - and prostituted herself along with her, advertising them as a “mother-daughter set”. kotoko’s dad literally didn’t care abt this AT all, happy to spend all the money kotoko earned from acting and also having an affair :/ kotoko also developed a trigger to the word gentle bc of this abuse, bc that’s a word her rapists would use to “reassure” her abt what they were doing to her

she was also enrolled in hope’s peak elementary, where she was put in the troublemakers class and made a set of friends: masaru, nagisa, jataro, and monaca, who were all also being abused by their parents. bc of the abuse they were all facing, the five of them made a suicide pact and planned to jump from a roof together, but were “saved” by junko, who told them their parents were wrong for what they were doing to them and convinced them to create a paradise for children where they’d never have to be abused by adults again

which is what they did !! w monaca’s smarts and money, kotoko and the others (now calling themselves the warriors of hope) overtook a place called towa city, brainwashing the kids that lived there and sending out giant monokuma robots to kill any adults, which forced the remaining adults to go into hiding underground. another rule of this “paradise” was that if any kid felt themself becoming a demon (adult) they were to kill themself immediately which is. fun ^-^ towa city ALSO served as the location for a side killing game to trigger happy havoc, where the loved ones of the thh cast were kept and then hunted by the warriors

kotoko also brutally killed her parents during all of this btw ^-^ and showed no remorse for it, only wishing she could have done it again and again. which she was so real for <3

she does do some genuinely fucked up shit over the course of the game, the most notable one being the mini game where she kidnaps komaru (protag) and traps her in a machine that sexual assaults her. it’s. yeah it’s fucking danganronpa it’s disgusting it’s literally the worst part of the entire series

the game treats her like absolute shit though and she’s constantly used for fanservice (and i mean fucking constantly) which is disgusting in general but is even fucking worse considering 1. she’s a minor (despite the fact she claims she’s not), and 2. her backstory literally revolving around her being a survivor of rape

BUT that’s her story! she does survive the series though, and continues to live in (now non-child-controlled) towa city with her friends (minus monaca)

personality wise though shes v outgoing and energetic and loves all things pink and sparkly and cute!! shes real fucking mean tho but honestly given the horrific shit she’s been thru she’s entirely justified in that + i think she shld be even MORE mean <3 also i genuinely think she’s a super interesting character because she has this whole bubblegum and sparkles personality but then… she’s the ultimate drama. and she’s been through some shit. so it’s entirely likely that this persona she shows is just an act, because she’s been taught from childhood that she’s only wanted when she’s cute, and if she’s angry and disobedient and upset and “ugly” then she’ll be hurt or abandoned.. v interesting to analyse

overall she’s one of my fave dr characters for sure!!! i just wish she was treated better by the game bc they honestly treat her like shit