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[disorderedlydaydreams]

🤍🩷 INTRO 🩷🤍

hey! how's it going? my name is mun (adult; they/them) and i tend to daydream a lot. reoccurring themes in my daydreams are parts of my system interacting with fictional characters in scenarios i think are either fun or healing. then i learned there's kind of a community for that? so i figured i'd share some of these daydreams here!

or i might just squeal about my lovely wife, vegeta (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

just a warning that i will be covering some dark themes and heavy topics in my drabbles as they are an exercise in the exploration of self. read at your own discretion.

these drabbles are not exclusively romance/shipping, and will likely cover a range of platonic and familial roles.

Index:

Berlin: 1 / 2 / 3

[coffeetank]

Dialogues to Kick-start your Chapter/Writer's Block

"Excuse me?"

"Why?"

"Where?"

"How?"

"When?"

"What?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Hell no."

"Hell yes!"

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck me!"

"In what world!"

"Which time?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think so."

"Not really,"

"Maybe, if you think about it—"

"What the fuck."

"Okay, catch this (insert ridiculous proposition)"

"So, I'll meet you at 6?"

"For the millionth fucking time—"

"Ya think?"

"This is it, then?"

"Come to my place. Now."

"She's called you. Right now."

"Oh, we're so screwed!"

"Hey."

"Don't do that."

"You've lost it. Completely lost it."

"What were you thinking?"

"I am confident that you belong in an asylum."

"I think you should get some help."

"Shove it up your ass!"

"Piss on it."

"I have a list and you're the top 5."

"I'd never do that."

"I'd definitely do that."

"It does sound like something I'll say, but I didn't say it. I swear!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is?"

(as a response to the above dialogue ^) "Not harder than me for sure." / "It's not hard. Or else you wouldn't be doing it at all."

"Maybe I just need a little alcohol."

"Smells like jealousy to me."

"Lord, please."

- ashlee

[jungshookz]

taehyung’s gotten really beefy and y/n feels like a hormonal teenager 

➺ pairing; roommate!taehyung x roommate!y/n 

➺ genre; roomie!taehyungiverse!! honk honk humour!! a little sprinkle of smut because it would be illegal to write about beefy taehyung and not talk about his bulging biceps WOOF WOOF y/n is a lucky girl i need himbo gymrat taehyung so bad 

➺ wordcount; 2.5k

➺ summary; over the last few weeks, taehyung’s noticed that you’ve been particularly jittery and nervous around him and he can’t figure out why… after one of his usual morning workouts, he decides to finally confront you about it and your answer is more than satisfying to him. 

➺ what to expect; “wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; hey daddy (daddy’s home) — usher 

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

you’re not sure when taehyung decided to go on a new health journey, but it feels like you’ve blinked and watched your boyfriend go from just some handsome guy that you’re in love with to this muscular, gym-crazy man who loves protein shakes and asking for extra chicken at chipotle (who you’re still very much in love with, let’s be clear that nothing’s changed about that) and suddenly has the ability to do like 100 pull-ups without getting tired 

“ugh, fuck-“ taehyung grunts as he does his last push up (this is his fourth set, so technically he just did 300 pushups with no problem), getting up from the ground and twisting his upper body from side to side before putting his phone in between his lips, peeling his damp wife-beater tank off and tossing it on the ground 

lately he’s been working out in the morning before starting his day and it’s honestly been such a great change — he feels super pumped for the day ahead and completely reinvigorated 

and getting his workout done in the morning means he doesn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day! 

he went for a run around the neighbourhood early this morning, and then came home to finish off with some calisthenics 

and now he’s gonna do a little cool-down stretch and hit the shower

he hums to himself as he adjusts his wired earbuds, usher’s hey daddy (daddy’s home) making him bop his head — maybe it’s a little douchey of him to be listening to this song while he’s working out but he can’t help that it’s a good ass song 

he slips his phone into the back pocket of his grey sweatpants before reaching for the bottle of water, twisting the cap off and lifting the bottle to chug half of it down 

“…good lord.” you mutter to yourself, staring at your boyfriend shamelessly from the kitchen as your jaw goes slack 

oh yeah — you’re here, too, by the way 

you’ve been here the whole time

you watched him do all 300 pushups and you counted 

and now your coffee is cold because you can’t multitask and you couldn’t focus on gawking at your boyfriend and drinking your coffee at the same time 

taehyung didn’t notice when you slipped past him earlier to head to the kitchen (and honestly, you didn’t want to bother him mid-workout because you know that you hate it when people interrupt your flow) and you’re pretty sure he still hasn’t noticed you, but you’re fine with that because you’d rather he be unaware of your presence than know that you’ve been creeping on him for the last twenty minutes or so 

you don’t mean to stare, you really don’t, but… how can you not stare at him in his shirtless, sweaty glory like that?

your mouth goes dry and you swallow thickly when he turns around, his back muscles flexing slightly 

and since when did he have such bulging veins in his biceps?! 

your eyes trail down the wide expanse of his glistening back and you immediately get flashbacks from the other night when you had your nails digging into his shoulder blades, your hands sliding down to his lower back as he pushed himself into- 

“good morning, sexy-“ you’re snapped out of your thoughts when tae delivers a slap to your bare ass as he passes by and you immediately grip onto your mug harder, letting out a nervous chuckle, “you’re finally up!”

“yeah, i-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat before shrugging, reaching down to pull your shirt down a little to cover your ass, “it’s whatever, i’m cool.” your brows immediately furrow in confusion at your own words 

…what?

what are you even saying? 

see, something else you’ve noticed that’s happened since taehyung decided that he wanted to go on a run every morning at 5am and come home completely JACKED is that you’ve started feeling nervous around him and you have no idea why 

the both of you have been together for five years (and seven months) and somehow you’ve reverted to some lovestruck teenager who giggles at everything

in fact, you feel like how you felt when you first met taehyung when he came to see you about your open roommate application — very intimidated by how handsome he was and hoping that he thought you were cool enough to hang out with 

“did you want some of my smoothie, baby? i can already tell this batch might have a little more than usual…” taehyung hums, his tongue poking out from in between his lips as he measures out his double chocolate protein powder, dumping two full scoops into the blender, “could you get the blueberries from the freezer for me?” 

“smoothie?” you clear your throat, nodding and setting your mug down, “uh, yeah! blueberries.” you turn around, pulling the freezer drawer open and pulling out the large ziploc of frozen blueberries before shaking your head to yourself to snap out of your funk 

smoothie? uh, yeah, blueberries! you mock yourself internally — you are literally incapable of forming full sentences, it feels like you’ve got a bunch of marbles rolling around in your mouth 

and he needs to put a shirt on or something because he’s starting to get those toned v-lines that taper down nicely when he wears his sweatpants low on his hips 

you didn’t even know those muscles existed 

“so did you want some? it’s okay if you don’t, i guess i could drink it all, the extra protein will be good-“

“uh, yeah! i’ll have some.” you nod, setting your mug down and turning to get a cup for yourself 

taehyung turns the blender on and the kitchen is immediately filled with the obnoxious, grating sound of ZZzhzhhZHHZHHHHHhHhZHzh but you’re actually glad the space between you is being filled up with that 

otherwise you’d have to make conversation with him 

and in your current state, you are completely helpless 

you watch as he reaches up to slick his damp hair back, leaning back a little to check and make sure all the ingredients are being blended up nice and smooth  

it just feels like he’s moving in slow-motion and you… you… 

see you just lost your train of thought 

THAT’S how bad it’s been 

taehyung glances up at you briefly from where he’s standing at the opposite end of the kitchen island, noticing that you’ve seemed to space out again 

he has no idea what your deal has been for the last couple of weeks — he doesn’t think anything is necessarily wrong between the two of you, and if there’s a problem he knows you’re more than capable of bringing it up with him and talking it out 

but at the same time, something is wrong because you’ve been unusually quiet and every time he tries to make conversation it feels like you don’t know how to speak like a normal human being 

like earlier when he said good morning and that you were finally up and you responded with “it’s whatever, i’m cool”

it’s whatever, i’m cool

what the hell was that?! 

or the other night when he asked you if you wanted to join him in the shower and you let out the most nervous, high-pitched laugh before practically sprinting away to the kitchen and saying something about needing to wash the dishes 

…is it him? are you not physically attracted to him anymore? 

that can’t be it, either… you guys had sex the other night and you were very vocal (you guys actually got a noise complaint from a neighbour but he never told you because he knew you’d be embarrassed and never want to have sex ever again, and to be honest, he’s just planning on putting his hand over your mouth the next time you fuck — easy fix!) 

“okay, what’s wrong with you?” taehyung asks as soon as he turns the blender off, and you look up from the counter with wide eyes, “you’ve been so jittery with me for the last few weeks and i cannot figure out why, for the life of me. if you’re up to something shady, you might as well tell me now and-“

“what?” your eyelashes flutter in surprise and you let out a snort, his crazy accusation immediately sobering you up, “i promise you i am not up to anything shady, in fact, i’m kind of offended you even had that thought-“

“oh, thank god. you’re speaking like a normal human being, i finally fixed you-“ taehyung sighs, blowing a puff of air out as he pops the blender lid off, dipping his finger into the smoothie before bringing it up to his lips for a taste

“you have got to be kidding me.” you murmur to yourself, watching as some of the smoothie drips from his finger onto his toned abdomen

he swipes it off before sucking it off his finger with a satisfied hum

“you’re a freak!”  you blurt out, “oh my god, you are such a freak and it’s like you do these things that i feel like are on purpose but-“

“what are you talking about??” 

“i’m talking about- i just-“ you stumble over your words, letting out a groan when you find yourself being unable to form a sentence again

you pause for a second, shaking your head before composing yourself and painting a nice, pleasant smile on your face, “you… you… are you… are you aware of how ripped you’ve become?” 

“what?” taehyung laughs in disbelief, his eyes flickering off to the side, “i mean… i know i’ve definitely bulked up a little, i wouldn’t say i’m ripped-“

“you have no idea how hard it is to not throw myself at you every single second of every single day — i mean, i love you and i’m attracted to you no matter what you look like but there’s just something so satisfying about biting into your firm, firm bicep,” you make your way over to taehyung before jabbing a finger into his arm, “like, are you telling me this is all muscle?!”

“i mean-“ taehyung looks down before flexing his arm, making his bicep pop out, “yeah, i guess so. wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?” 

“you have been walking around all shirtless and sweaty with grey goddamn sweatpants so low on your hips that you’re basically naked, this is not on me!” you gawk, eyes widening when taehyung suddenly rounds the corner to get closer to you, “what are you- what are you doing?”

“nothing! we’re having a conversation, aren’t we?” the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk as he continues walking you back until you’ve found yourself bumped up against the counter, your hands immediately fumbling to grip onto the edges to keep balanced, “oh, what’s wrong, baby? do i make you nervous?” he coos, using his pointer finger to raise your chin and forcing you to look at him before setting both his hands down on the counter and effectively trapping you in 

“you-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face getting hotter (again, not sure why because you’ve been dating this man for five years, but maybe it’s a good sign that after all this time you still get super hot and bothered being around him — the spark is still very much alive!), “you don’t make me nervous, that’s ridiculous.” 

“oh, don’t i?” taehyung tilts his head, sliding a finger up the side of your bare thigh and smiling to himself when he feels goosebumps starting to prickle at your skin, “you know, it’s funny that you’re scolding me for walking around shirtless in my own home when you’re the one constantly walking around in skimpy little g-strings. how do you think i feel, having to keep myself from bending you over every single surface in this apartment and just pushing your panties to the side?” he asks, voice light as he uses his pinky to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes  

“i imagine you probably feel… not… good…” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your chin raised in an attempt to appear as calm and collected as possible

“you don’t have to be nervous around me, honey,” taehyung leans down, and you’re as still as can be when he brushes his lips over yours before starting to plant light kisses along your jaw, “you know i love you and for the record, i think you’re incredibly sexy all the time…” he takes your hand and places it on his firm abdomen before sliding it down, and your thighs squeeze together upon feeling the ridges of his abs 

and maybe now isn’t a good time to be thinking this but you can’t help but feel good about the fact that taehyung still thinks you’re sexy — it’s giving you the little ego boost you’ve been needing and- I NEED TO SUCK HIS DICK

okay JESUS 

your eyes shoot open at the sudden uncharacteristically graphic intrusive thought and you immediately push taehyung away from you, keeping him at arm’s length 

“wh- what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “did i say someth-“

“i need to suck your dick.” you interrupt, staring at him with a neutral expression on your face

“what?” he lets out a laugh, “i mean, yes, obviously i want that but-“

“you need to be quiet now.” 

taehyung swallows thickly when he watches you drop to the ground in front of him, staring at him in a way he’s never seen before 

oh, jesus.

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

“tae-“ you whimper, dropping your forehead on his shoulder as he presses himself into you, a shaky breath slipping past his lips when he feels you clench up around him, “a-agh…” 

“jesus, your pussy always feels so good…” he mutters under his breath, looking down to watch himself pull out slightly before pushing back in all the way, smiling to himself when you whimper and ask him to please, please fuck me-

(needless to say, you guys ended up with another noise complaint. whoops.) 

🎙️ ask taehyung for the recipe to his 70g protein smoothie (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like this!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[harbours-lighthouse]

“Red Hood, with a space in the middle. A hood that is red.”

Your brows draw upwards, unimpressed. “Are you actually quoting Nick Wilde from Zootopia to me?”

“Yeah,” Jason says, brows scrunched as if your question was utterly absurd. Of course he's quoting the movie you guys watched on Monday—what else did you expect?

Your head tilts to the side as you sigh heavily through your nose, your spine pressing deeper into the couch and your arms crossed over your chest.

You should be annoyed. It's not fair that he can be so unintentionally funny during an argument—even if it wasn’t a serious argument to begin with, and more like a heated discussion about vigilante titles.

The burn of Jason’s gaze sits heavily on your profile, and you try not to flicker your eyes slightly to the right where he sits opposite you, his large form taking up most of the space on your second couch.

But the muscles in your cheek are twitching, the corners of your lips fighting to curl upwards. You struggle against it, attempting to keep your expression as neutral as possible.

You know you’ve lost the battle the moment you hear the soft huff of air from Jason, the tell-tale sigh of his stifled amusement. He’s laughing.

“Oh, shut it. Wasn’t funny,” you mumble, trying to desperately hide the growing grin in your voice. It’s all so ridiculous.

You hear the shift of fabric, the soft exhalation of air as Jason stands to his feet. You immediately turn your head to him, and watch with mild anticipation as he steps around the coffee table. The frame of his broad shoulders come into view, his arms caging you in, though you don’t feel trapped.

His blue eyes pin you where you are—liquid blue, sapphire and jade intermingled like watercolours.

Your stomach flips as they crease around the corners, amusement colouring the lines in his face. Jason dips his head closer to you, nose gently nudging yours with a featherlike touch.

“Totally not funny,” he murmurs, his lips pulled upward into that subtle smile you adore so much, pearl white teeth revealed

“Jerk,” you grumble, still fighting against a grin, before Jason’s lips capture yours and you’re enveloped in his warmth, lost in his touch.

You can still taste the laughter on his tongue.

© harbours-lighthouse 2025 / i do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, or fed into ai. all works belong to me unless stated otherwise.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Johnny who needs a real man in his life after only being with underground twinks or whoever is willing to follow him back to his bed. He's sick and tired of the people around him, especially with the toxicity that exists in the army.

He's tired of the men around him, of the societal expectations he's supposed to meet. Too many broken hearts, too many bridges burnt. He needs a man for himself, to be there for him when he comes home so he doesn't have to scroll through his list of 'hook ups contacts' again.

Simon, who's more than willing to stand as an anchor in the sea for Johnny, if it meant he's fine the next day. Simon who's all solid muscle and a heart of steel, yet melts down to a person with Johnny, slipping out of his mask more often. He's willing to become whatever Johnny needs at the moment, whether it is being Johnny's pillow, or rubbing the man's back as he vomits out the sushi he ate hours prior.

It isn't often Simon breaks down his walls for another, much less trust them enough to let them touch him like Johnny. Hands pressed against skin as 'Supermassive black hole' plays in the background. Johnny looks beautiful with how he was handling the guitar, a show meant for one only, him.

Moments of loneliness make way for moments of domestic peace when they're both on leave. Nights of walks under building lights, mornings spent waking up in each other's arms, evenings spent dancing to some niche music band.

It's during one of these moments, where Johnny was looking at Simon as he was stuffing his mouth full of chips that he realised something:

He's going to marry Simon one of these days. It's inevitable. He's going to pick out a venue at the Scottish Highlands, wear a kilt and put a ring on that man's finger.

Johnny is going to bag himself a man, a real fucking man for once. Someone who's going to be a constant in his life, someone he is willing to take the last name of. Johnny Riley doesn't sound like absolute shit in his mind now.

"Whatcha looking a'? F'cking eyes trailing me up n' down like tha'"

"N'thing"

He's already planning a place to propose in his head as he turns back to the telly, laying across Simon's lap. He falls asleep in record time, and Simon lays a blanket over Johnny as he binges on.

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[temis-de-leon]

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He didn't know what to think about your permanent smile. He loved it and he wished to see it everyday; his mind blank at the mere sight of it and his heart going crazy whenever he was the cause of it.

But was that all?

Didn't you cry? Didn't you feel the weight of daily life and the uncertainty of the future? Didn't you shiver in fear, scream in anger or sob in despair on dark moments?

Was smiling all you did?

Or perhaps you didn't trust him enough to see your vulnerability.

Just the thought sent bile to his mouth.

.

"You never cry" he clumsily said once when you were dozing off, your head resting on his chest.

"Well, that's on you" was your answer, low and sluggish from exhaustion but still playful. "Congratulations are in order"

It seemed you didn't quite grasp the stress in his words, but then again, what an awful moment to ask that question.

"Will I ever see you cry?" he insisted, mainly talking to himself in frustration.

He was surprised when you talked again, caressing his face in the midst of your sleepy state.

"I don't have any reason to do so" you clarified, clearly confused. The honesty in your voice helped settle his mind. "Not as long as I'm with you, at least"

A second of silence, then two.

Your conscience was drifting off, he could tell, but the overwhelming sense of warmth in his chest and the spine in his throat wouldn't let him talk.

"Then I never will" he managed to say at the end, voice broken with appreciation.

May he die before he ever broke that promise.

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Main Masterlist

[raindailies]

❝ — FATA VIAM INVENIENT ❞

𓏵 ( the fates will find a way )

८ sypnosis. the blasphemous scholar, in opposed to the priest of the titans — hadn't you two made it clear that you loathed one another? If so, just why is the Fates so keen on entwining the intricate threads of you in conjunction? Anaxa swears, the Fates really don't play nice. ( anaxa x gn!reader) - wc: 1.9k

@ warnings; angst if u squint .. not much though!! Slight mentions of blood and canon-typical violence, generally, mainly crack? Just exploring anaxa's character & tropes with this one.. ᝰ.ᐟ

── notes. just kind of rivals to lovers-ish but in the sense of like 'hatred is an easier word than love', basically: two idiots refusing to entangle with one another yet find themselves always in that position. I wrote this to try and experiment with Anaxa's character cause he's definitely the hardest one to write. I hate this but i need to get SOMETHING out for anaxa (ᴗ_ᴗ)

You hated ANAXAGORAS, no – even hate was a bleak word to express just how deep your disdain for the green-haired male go. You despised him, and in turn, he loathed you just as much, such was obvious to every single Chrysos Heirs even 3 meters close to either of the two of you. Aglaea shares a similar abhor towards Anaxa, but even she admits not to that extent.

Every time either of you laid eyes on one another, the expression on you and Anaxa’s face goes consecutively sour. A frown framing both of your faces, as Anaxa ushered Hyacine to quickly leave the proximity of your presence, as you quickly (a safe distance away) conducted Castorice to leave, fearing that if you saw his despicable of a face again, you’d most likely throw up. Castorice eyes you weirdly when you claimed that, hesitantly taking a step away from you.

Needless to say, the two of you were polar opposites, ‘opposites attract’ be damned, because you certainly weren’t attracted to the likes of him! He may be smart, a little attractive, with exemplary argumentative statements and intelligence, and he may be good with younger kids, and good at cooking – but he’s not all that. 

Not to mention, the two of you just had to both be professors in the Grove of epiphany! Seriously, there’s barely anyone primarily teaching, why couldn’t you just avoid this man? For titan's sake, he ruins your day just by passing by the field of your vision, your heart thumping and your cheeks flushing. Due to hate, of course, what else?

Anaxa despised the gods, a blasphemous existence he ran, the very acknowledgement of their overseeing presence irked him to no end, the fates, the destiny they imposed upon the mortals they so play with like entertainment puppets on their endless strings. He loathed it – you, on the other hand, were ever so obedient and bending to the wills of the gods, going on about, oh the gods believe ‘this’, the gods believe ‘that’, whenever you enter his classroom, Hyacine has to stop the two of you from engaging in an infinite verbal arguments in front of all his students. 

You, a priest under Tribbie, a Chrysos Heir, adhering to the wills of the citizens, claiming prayer, singing praises for the divine above as if the gods ever cared even the slightest about any of them. Anaxa narrows his eyes at any act you perform for the gods, he almost feels sickened by it. Thus, when you first met – led to him ‘accidentally’ spilling a cup of coffee on you, the sarcastic display of an apology he gave, which then accelerated to the hatred you both held now. (PS; it really was an accident, and he did feel bad about it, but due to Anaxa’s pride, he would rather kill himself than say sorry to you)

“Your logic is flawed, your argument proves no pivotal point, insinuations towards your essential research query has not of any evidence nor extensive knowledge, is this what you are feeding to your students?” Anaxa dismissed you with a scoff, as he ‘happened’ to pass by your lecture – with the two of you both being professors at the Grove, somehow, someway – the universe seemed to love placing you together when both wanted nothing but to be as far away from one another as possible.

“No one asked you, professor Anaxa.” 

“It’s Anaxagoras.” He scowled, his eyebrows pinching against each other.

“That’s my bad, Anaxa.” 

“G-guys!” Hyacine stammered, waving her hand frantically to stop the eye contest the two of you shared in the room full of confused students, neither of you ever backed down, though. 

This pattern of verbal arguments seemed to never cease. This, quickly became a nightmare for anyone in both of your proximations.

“I’m pretty sure your ideology towards this is incorrect.” Anaxa noted, eyes peering onto your board.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to bash your head into the wall.” You glared back at him, your words of attempted threats did little to faze his stoic demeanor.

“Maybe when you get the right idea.”

“You little–!”

“Can you two please focus on the Chrysos Heirs meeting?” Aglaea sighed, her voice a stammer of annoyance or resignation at your childish camaraderies, urging you two to take your respective seats before another verbal debate happened to commence, and possibly delaying the progression of her plans further.

“You just seem to have all the answers in the world, don’t you?” You scoffed at the brazen display of knowledge that he bloated to - well, everyone.

“Someone has to be the voice of truth, of knowledge. Clearly, you aren’t that voice.” Anaxa hummed, not even lifting his head from his book. However, you didn’t fail to notice that he lifted his eye up to goad at your reaction. 

“Gods I wish some external forces were to dissipate you.”

“Creative, but I don’t believe in the gods.” 

“I swear to Kephale–” You scowled, his nonchalant facade seemed to fuel your competitive side as well.

“Still don’t place belief in the titans either.” 

“Okay that’s it.”

"U-uh, we think this overview can end here..!" Tribbie suggested, her bright red hair stuck between the glare you and Anaxa shared, as Trianne and Trinnon allocated a glance at each other, then you two.

“(name), are you sure you really hate Anaxa? You talk about him so much even I think–” Aglaea started, hesitant to interrupt your thirty-first ranting session that week about Anaxa and all his apparent flaws, somehow, you always come up with new ones each time.

“I do not like him!”

Castorice and Aglaea paused, turning to share a glance, a small smile creeped onto Castorice’s lips.

“I didn’t ask whether you liked him or not.” Aglaea only offered a smile, to which you quickly avoided, spouting out the best rebuttal possible.

“Well, either way, I do not, do not like him!”

“But (name), I think it’s fine if you do, he seems to like you.” Castorice softly smiled, you knew she had no ill intent, but you were close to leaping off a ledge. Though, you couldn’t help but get slightly curious at her words.

“Yeah I don’t know where you got that from but he hates me, and fair, because I hate him too!”

The two paused, a glance shared with each other, then both turned their gaze to you, before Aglaea casted her hand on your shoulder with a reassuring glance?? 

“It’s okay, (name), rejection is–”

“I do not like him!”

What the two wished to say drowned in the moment, because both Castorice and Aglaea shared a quiet agreement that the words should properly come from Anaxa himself. Perhaps, you were simply blinded by hate, because despite the disdain, Anaxa’s eyes are always on you. No matter how far away.

It seems like the black tide was just as relentless as it sounded, because you, hunched over your stomach with a hand obscuring the iron-scented blood that stained your hand a disturbing bright red color wasn’t a good sight. 

The grove of epiphany had been, for a lack of better words, evaded, by monsters drawn in by the black tide, along with a tall male-like figure dressed in a black cloak, the sword they held an abysmal of stars, which, you would’ve been mesmerized by, had it not struck you.

You weren’t a fighter. More of a priest – scholar, than anything, so just why did you stick behind in the grove of epiphany in an attempt to ‘protect’ your home from being ravaged by said beasts? It’s not a reason you’d ever admit out loud, no, not even if you were held at gunpoint, but you ultimately chose to stay because of Anaxa.

You quietly cursed yourself in your mind, a fumble of thoughts circling that made the wound too apparent, a burning sear traveled up your sides in an annoyed fury. 

“(name), that’s enough.” Anaxa cursed, limping to your sides. You looked up, meeting his gaze, and hell, you really thought that you were already dead, because Anaxa looked like he was going to cry. Or, maybe it’s your own tears obscuring your vision, you really can’t tell.

He really couldn’t garner a bit of you. At all. Had you just left with the rest of the scholars like any dignified and reasonable person - you would’ve been fine! He wouldn’t have to look at you injured and feel that weird tugging at his heart like he’s the one injured, nor the clog of his throat that forced his words down as he stared at you.

Anaxa told you to leave the Grove of Epiphany behind, his hand had grasped your arm as he tried to reason with your obscene of an idea, he wanted you to be safe for - logic’s sake! The fighting hadn’t receded, as the monsters still towed across the soft hums of the trees in the Grove as he held you in his arms.

One of his hands rested on your shoulder, to steady you, the other – hovered over your injured form, afraid. But what was he afraid of? Had you asked Anaxa that, he might’ve chased you down before you could hear his answer. 

“Why couldn’t you just have left?” He bitterly recounted, trying to calm his own mind. His body wasn’t looking any greater, either. His words were sharp, but lacked the usual bite as it would when he talked to you.

He couldn’t help it – he softened his voice unconsciously, with you so vulnerable. A soft breeze of the wind reminded him of the presence of a titan that loomed over his shoulder, gazing at his pathetic display of an emotional vulnerability, but he paid it no mind, not this time.

He didn't wait for you to talk, not that you could muster up much, the injuries rendering you quiet, to the point where he found a weird distaste towards your unusual lack of a rebuttal, shouldn't he be happy? The thought left a weird taste in his mouth.

He turned to Cerces, the reason titan. A resounding gaze in his eyes that didn’t offer any betrayal of emotions.

“You have to protect them. Please.”

He didn’t believe in gods, nor the titans - of their virtuous and welfare deeds they claimed and whatnot, but if that belief would protect you at this very moment, he’ll pray thousands of times over to secure you alive again. Even if you wanted to hit him in the face, even if you offered the dumbest of arguments, even if your presence annoyed him.

Cerces nodded, her gaze almost sorrowful, pitying the likes of him. Maybe she knew what it was like. A loved one, but Anaxa could care less about anything other than your state, because the fates just had to make him care about you, didn’t they?

He truly was a puppet to the strings of fate, as much as he tried to deny so, even in this sense. After all, Anaxa couldn’t help but care for you. 

“Sorry, Anaxa..” You weakly peer up, your consciousness slipping out of your head, Anaxa looked down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear softly, his hand hovering closer to your face, if you were just a bit more conscious, you might’ve seen the upturn of his lips. 

Anaxa shakes his head softly. “Don’t be foolish, just rest.. You know you can’t possibly offend me.”

NOTES:

- OUH I HATE THIS SM. This took half my brain out i seriously DESPISE this. Anaxa's character is so interesting but so HARDDDD to incorporate when I want to vro - small notes i'd like to say: i really really like Anaxa's annotations to his real life excerpt: the greek philosopher Anaxagoras hahah, it's quite interesting because the said philosopher actually came up with the philosophy of nous !! And the greek mythology reference he could be based on is so annoying to think about because i can't find a good hero or god to base him off of, it's a work in progress though TT - I'm sorry if the dialogue were buttcheeks i can't write dialogue for the life of me. I just don't socialize man how am i supposed to know how to write people talking if I aint even talk??

𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. ❞

[adoresia]

FRISON ⋆ Armin Arlert

(noun) a shudder or shiver; thrill — suggestive

Armin doesn't usually go to silly High School parties. he tells everyone it's because he hates the noise — but its really because he doesn't know what to do with himself once hes there… too stiff in the limbs and way to aware of the way he takes up space. he's the kind to keep his phone brightness low and his voice lower.

but, Eren said you were coming. So now, he's here too.

"You're telling me you've bever kissed anyone and now you think you'll be able to bag a kiss, from her?" Eren teases him before pointing at your unmissable figure from across the room. For a moment he zoned out — gaze softening as it landed on you, like the rest of the world had quietly fallen away and you were the only one left standing there in silence.

"Helloooo? dude." Connie swatted a hand across his face, bringing back his consciousness to them instead. your image still lingered on the back of his eyelids . "What's going on in that pretty little head Armin? Fantasising about holding hands huh? Maybe even more?". Eren barked a laugh, lurching forward in an attempt to high five connie but completely missing instead.

Still though, Armin didnt plan in actually going up to you — not until Eren slapped down a bet…

"Twenty bucks says you don't get a kiss from her tonight…" he raised his eyebrow at him. "do you even have twenty dollars Eren." Mikasa chimed in as an attempt to defend Armin, rolling her eyes at his stupid bet.

But Armin was barely even present, his thoughts were clouded and sticky — dripping down his spine like syrup. Plus hes already two drinks in thanks to Eren and Connie… they called it 'liquid confidence'.

He's not drunk though.. just bold enough.

"Armin why are you still standing here. You look like a sick victorian child silently begging for help, can you just go and talk to her." Sasha deadpanned, popping up beside him. "I'm working on it… just need to calculate the timing." He responded. Eyes still glued on you. Sasha looked at him and then at you from across the room.

"Well.. if your gonna stand there all night with a suspiciously filled red cup in your hands at least act like it's not fruit shoot mixed with vodka…"

Despite it being half fruit shoot, it still burned going down. But the heat that followed felt steadier than the one rushing to his face. That's how he found himself moving — still a bit hesitant but just enough to melt into the crowd. He tried not to overthink his breath and the way his shirt clung slightly to his back. Until he stupidly stumbled into a taller guy. Disrupting his thoughts, and not hesitating to shove him back.

"Brother… watch where you're going."

"Sorry.. I'm so sorry." he mumbled, almost pleading. head ducked and stepping away a little more sober than he was before his thought process was disturbed and he had you in his line of vision. Maybe not the straightest line but it's the thought that counts…

And when he turned around, there you were.

you looked at him like he belonged there, like he didn't need Eren's shove or Connie's teasing. Or even the burn of that half fruit shoot half vodka drink in his throat. All you had to say was "hey." and that was enough for him

Eventually after a bit of nervous back and forth, you both got swept up in one of the quieter rooms upstairs. Sprawled mismatched cushions and someone's older brothers mattress. It was dim and hazy, the buzz of low music seeped through the space under the door. You sat cross legged opposite him, close enough for him to be able to smell what you were wearing.

That was bad.. very bad for him.

"Hmmm let's see. Never have I ever.." you tilted your head back, eyes drifting up at the ceiling in mock concentration. you're finger tip hoevered just over your lips — long enough for him to notice the tinted lipgloss you had on. It took you a while to figure out what else to ask, until curiosity hit you hard.

"Never have I ever… got a piercing."

he took a nervous sip from his fruit shoot diluted drink, and then chocked. that was all it took.

you gasped at the realisation, eyes wide. "No way.. really? Where?" He hesitated a bit, remembering how stupid it was and how he wished he never gave into Connie. But hey it's crazy what 75% orange juice mixed with 15% alcohol does to you right?

"My tongue…"

A beat passed.

"WHAT?" you yelled, accidentally. Choking on your drink in the process. "YOU? have a TONGUE piercing…?"

His face was already burning with embarrassment. He nodded, heat rising to his cheeks as he lowered his head in an attempt to hide what couldn't be seen, yet. "It's… you can't really um see it. Connie dared me, he periced it in his garage last summer. I still dont know why I let him do that."

You laughed, and his stomach flipped. "That's insane. But, cool." You admitted. "You think?" He questioned, his nervousness still lingering, yet you nodded. "You don't seem like the type." You added. " — but, I bet the girls you kiss appreciate you for it." You said leaning in just a little, the way someone does when they already know the answer but want to hear it anyway.

He didn't know how to respond. though for a second he wondered if you'd appreciate it more than said 'girls' he kissed. "Uhh.. yeah? I guess.." The tension grew thicker, staring even harder into his eyes didn't help either. You narrowed your eyes. "Hmm. Have you ever kissed someone before?"

He cleared his throat at the sudden question. "Uhh.. define kiss…"

You tilted your head, watching him fumble. It was entertaining. "So.. no..?" His cheeks flushed and his ears started burning. "I promise I know how. I just…haven't — yet…" a beat of silence stretched. You stared at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Drawn with curiosity — eagerness. And when you spoke again your voice dropped just enough to make his pulse stutter.

"Yet..?" You persisted, almost provokingly. "What are you waiting for?" The silence that followed was awkward, clumsy — but telling. he didn't necessarily know what he was waiting for; if it wasn't you, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Um. I don't know." He said quietly, voice a little hoarse.

"Okay. How about… you kiss me?"

He didn't answer at first. Just blinked, stunned and pink… and a little breathless. Like no one had ever offered before, which they haven't… the music from downstairs piles beneath the floorbaords, matching the beasts of his heart, it muted the distance and the weight of whatever was about to happen.

"Okay."

He leans in slowly at first, like he's not sure if he's reading this right. Like if he moves too fast he'll ruin it, yet still his eyes flicker to your lips, and then back up. Looking for some sort of sign. But you don't look away, and maybe that's all he needs.

He comes closer, until you can feel the warmth of him, the static air between you buzzing with something nervous and fragile. And then he closes the space. Not perfectly, his nose bumps into your and then he hesitates. Leaning in too fast — as if he doesn't trust himself to think it through first like he normally would. But his mouth is warm, and soft, and he makes this tiny sound when you kiss him back, like he's didn't expect you to.

He kisses like someone who knows what to do, but doesn't know what it'll feel like or how to execute it. Like his brain is lagging behind his heart. you feel it in the way his hands hover before sitting awkwardly on your lap, in the way he leans in again before you've pulled all the way back.

You laugh under your breath, barely. Your chest stutters when he chases the sound — kissing you again, clumsy this time. Wanting more than what you've already offered him. Needy in a way that makes something tighten in your chest.

"Okay wow" you pulled back, kind of shocked but also impressed. "Slow down a little, okay?" he blinked at you, still dazed as if he never pulled away from you. But then he kissed you again anyway, as if it was instinct, as if the second he stopped he felt like he lost the chance to feel you again. Like he could taste the courage in your mouth and he didn't want it to fade.

he walked home the next day during the quiet hum of the early morning, hoodie was zipped halfway and his eyes were on then pavement like it might give him answers. He didn't say much when they left the party — not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't find the words possible enough to decipher what just happened.

Connie walked ahead arguing with Jean over something dumb Eren said and mikasa trailed beside him, way too quiet for someone who had not slept.

"Bro still hasn't got a kiss, how lame." Connie called back to him suddenly, tossing the words like a pebble into still water. "That whole party and still nothing? Goodness me. Bless your little socks."

Armin didn't answer. Mikasa glanced back at him with the same expression. "Doesn't look like he's answering." She added. "Well yeah duh. It's because he didn't kiss her." He rolled his eyes. his ears were red and his hands were tucked deep into his sleeves, keeping his gaze down hoping that just maybe he he focused hard enough the sidewalk might open up and swallow him whole.

"No kiss huh?" Eren teased, throwing another look at Armin. "Nah bro. He's a lost cause…" Connie sighed.

armin never blieved in magic, but something about you feels like the kind that doesn't need a name.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ;

nobody can say they fw Armin like me and liv do. that nerdmin art has you guys all on ropes (including me but thats not the point) THE POINT IS YOU GUYS ARE FAKE and we (me and liv) are the real fans BECAUSE okay let me speak okay. nobody knows about the time you would open the ‘armin x reader’ tag and only see me and liv in there bro UOU GUYS DONT KNOW the struggles we went through when nobody gave a gaf about him but now yoh guys do. NOW YOU GUYS ARE FEINING FOR HIM? okay. its okay? its alrught. just remember, were the og’s. i rest my case.

[asheyxash]

WHAT SEVENTEEN’S GIRLFRIEND WOULD LOOK LIKE:)

OT13 x 3rd pov

genre(s): fluff, humour

warning(s): none

word count: ~1.25k

*work of fiction that is what I think of seventeen and their ideal type, do not get any wrong ideas or judgement*

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

scoups:

his girlfriend is definitely someone who he is scared of like how his members fear him because of his aura, as soon as he comes home from work, he will be running for his life if he sees his girlfriend mad. he always tries to please her, giving their relationship his all and on most occasions she returns the love, making them quite a happy couple with a healthy relationship (unless cheol pisses her off then you already know he’s sleeping on the couch tonight😃).

jeonghan:

his girlfriend isn’t the angel you think she is either, just like him, because he would need someone to be his evil partner when joshuas not around. she is very playful and pranks jeonghan’s members too, making seventeen groan internally whenever jeonghan brings her to practice with him. she has an outgoing and bubbly personality (1), makes friends with anyone and everyone to “earn” their trust, just to prank them afterwards.

joshua:

unlike her boyfriend, she is someone very calm and collected, and if i do repeat myself, ✨NORMAL✨ she’s got long, smooth hair that matched her visuals so everyone calls her and joshua the visual couple, she puts up with shua’s antics because anything he does is cute to her, blushes whenever he calls her baby, is the melt absolutely KINDEST soul you’ve ever met and could do no wrong, the main reason why joshua fell in love with her anyway.

jun:

girlfriend is unexpectedly funny, just like him. an introvert obviously, but she knows jsut when and what to do to make you laugh or smile after a bad day, and did i mention an amazing cook? (her food is so good svt begs jun to ask her to make some for them) makes jun the best chinese mala dishes ever and treats jun as her number one priority, MAJOR green flag!!!

hoshi:

isn’t it obvious? his girl would definitely have that tiger energy in her as well, bringing headaches to every single seventeen member whenever she tags along during practice because oh damn you bet she’s loud and crazy and chaotic, just like hoshi. they call her the tigress, but svt has to admit she’s got the skills of a dancer too (also part of the reason why hoshi went head over heels over her was because he saw her effortless and flowly yet sharp dancing and loved her artistic style🔥) likes to tease hoshi by joining in on the anti horanghae club, often hears and keyword, IGNORES hoshi’s complains on how she likes woozi more than him but can you blame her?🐯

wonwoo:

his girlfriend is interesting. she's mysterious, her feelings so hidden only someone so close to her like wonwoo would know what she's feeling or thinking. she looks really cold on the outside, but is the absolute sweetheart inside once you get to know her. LOVES mystery and crime shows, and reads books so much wonwoo had to built her a small library in their shared apartment. the seventeen members and wonwoo himself sometimes feel intrigued to knowing more about her. she also loves cats and although has an RBF, couldn't hurt a fly because she's so sweet.

woozi:

his girlfriend loves music. albums, records, vinyl players, radios, dg booths, she loves them all. instead of being quiet, she's actually quite talkative and an extrovert who gets along well with basically everyone. finds woozi's height cute and pinches his cheeks every time they go to the studio. cries a lot and very emotional, but her tears aren't always sad tears and most of the time are tears of overflowing joy and pride whenever seventeen wins an award, the most supportive girlfriend to her boyfriend's career fr.

the8:

his girlfriend loves the art and can make REALLY good tea. chamomile, green, earl grey, fruit teas, you name it, she somehow has the ingredients and teabags for it???🍵🍃 very peaceful and understanding so her and minghao barely ever fight. she gives in really easily, and is sort of the peacemaker, her voice alone enough to calm down any tension. the one who suggested her boyfriend to start trying yoga and meditating with her to which he eagerly agrees to. her voice is music to anyone's ears, and never, ever does raise her voice at anyone, doesn't hold grudges and VERY forgiving.

mingyu:

unlike him, she is very focused, neat and organised, and is polar opposites to mingyu because she's careful and firm, somewhat a perfectionist but then again, mingyu defends with "opposites attract" which is somewhat true, because they fell in love at first sight after he accidentally knocked down her cup of coffee on himseld one random night at a cafe. she loves reading up on animals and is the BIGGEST eco friendly enthusiast on earth, cares passionately about saving the environment so makes seventeen recycle and use sustainable materials but that just makes mingyu fall in love with her once again.

dokyeom:

his girlfriend is the cheery girl version of himself. cute and short, but her heart is bigger than the universe. has a burning interest towards nursing and healthcare, and is incredibly smart too! loves taking care of children and aspires to be a pediatric nurse. she has a strong set of values and a moral compass that she sticks by too, and will NOT tolerate it if anyone crosses the line, breaks her limits or hates on her boyfriend because let's all be fr, who hates our happy pill dk right?

seungkwan:

his girlfriend has has an outgoing and bubbly personality (2), never fails to make anybody laugh. she is seungkwan's whole motivation to keep going and she would do anything, and i mean anything, in a heartbeat for his boyfriend. she does NOT care about any hate comments and defends her boyfriend very aggressively, but a smile is always plastered on her face and she's always bright and positive, lighting up anyone's day. she is the diva and is just as if not even more savage than seungkwan, does not gaf and would roast seventeen as if she owned the place. this world is hers, and we're all just living in it:D she actively peels oranges for seungkwan because it is "good for him"🍊.

vernon:

like him, his girlfriend lives her life exactly how you expect her to. nothing fun, nothing boring, but at times, she does break "character" and wants attention from her boyfriend who of course, instantly melts at her eyes that he doesn't know whether to describe cute, or a look of "vernon hansol chwe you better look at me this instant or i will dig your eyes out" YES, kinda creepy and gives silent treatment when mad so yeah...she's chill with her girls though and very generously splurges on her friends, treating them to whatever whenever because she also helps to pay the bills out here, but may or may not fake her "anger" sometimes just to see the pitiful side of vernon because she likes to spice her life up a bit, yk?

dino:

his girlfriend is quiet...or is she really and has the best humor, has a collection of jokes that never seem to run out?? dino as her boyfriend is forces to laugh at every single one of her jokes even though some of those he questions whether she got it from his dad but moving on, she would have the BEST fashion taste and sense, and is SHOPPING BESTIES with seungkwan and minghao(and also sort of a shopaholic). challenges dino actively to games where she wins (most of the time). loves sports and athletics, and may even be fitter than dino himself???

[str4ngr]

any chance you can do suggestive 6 w megumi ?

sunlight.

m. fushiguro. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, foul language, pro-sorcerer! megumi, aged-up, established relationship, fem! reader. wc: 478. notes: ty for the requestt, also went a little off prompt bc i got distracted... not proofread.

"G' morning, baby,"

Your body felt the tepid comfort of morning, Megumi's strong arm firmly wrapped around your waist as the other hand gently holds your tender hip.

His body was pressed against yours, radiating heat from each others bare skin creating a bubble of comfort, just the contact made your heart swell with happiness. Megumi's lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice gruff with sleep,

His voice was so welcoming, an embrace of comfort as his hold around your waist tightened. Although still sore, you didn't mind the aches as you turned around, facing him with a loopy smile. The two of you were naked, though, after last night, the only lingering emotions were love and adoration. Your hands reached to caress his pale, freckled arm, thumb swiping meaningless shapes. Breath fanning across your skin, he pulls you even closer, a silent smile pressing into column of your neck,

"sleep well?"

You give him a groggy hum, pressing your face into the warmth of his chest. He smirked into your hair, sharp eyes squinting as his cheeks rounded. Your hands ventured across his skin, sighing in satisfaction as his hands did the same, rubbing your back and tracing circles on your hips,

"Me. Gu. Mi!"

It was like a quiet cheerleader shout, making him laugh in confusion, a delicate sound you wished to hear for the rest of your life,

"Yes?"

"Can we order breakfast in?"

He smiles. Of course you would ask that. No matter what, you never wanted to cook breakfast when you spent the night at his, always clinging to him and begging, 'Five more minutes? Please, Gumi?' and who was he to deny his sweet girlfriend? Of course, he loved when you cooked, when he got to stand and sway with you as you tried not to breath the yokes of the eggs you were flipping. But laying in bed with you, silence enveloping you as you created a cocoon of your limbs entangling each other, was his favorite. He poked you cheek, shaking his head as he grabbed his phone to order.

You lazed on his chest, hands beside his head, playing with tufts of his smooth hair. Megumi's eyes lingered on your skin, gaze focused on the small blooms of love bites scattered across your skin, a perfect addition to you beauty.

The rough skin of his fingertips grazed the delicate marks, his breath hitching as their frequency grew the lower his hand traced down your spine. Watching him, your skin flushed, the innocence of the morning swirling with a droplet of something else.

Your eyes flickered to his, but he was clearly focused on you. His phone drooped in his other hand, Megumi's mind flashing with memories of last night, a hoarse whisper escaping his lips, the delivery time for the food written on his phone screen.

"You're lucky we don't have enough time. I have another mission today."

hate that these have been getting smaller and smallerrrrr.

[jungshookz]

y/n seems to have everyone wrapped around her finger and to be quite frank, namjoon's unimpressed

➺ pairing; professor!namjoon x y/n 

➺ genre; mostly sfw with a little something something at the end!! namjoon is a philosophy professor who suddenly has to share his precious lecture hall newbie professor y/n!! we all know i am a big fan of enemies to lovers/opposites attract and i love it even more when both of them are total nerds!! y/n’s approach to philosophy is so ridiculous and namjoon can’t stand her!! namjoon is so stuffy and y/n can’t stand him!! god damnit just kiss already!! 

➺ wordcount; 7.2k

➺ summary; you’re the newest professor joining the university, and all of a sudden, it feels like namjoon actually has someone to compete with for the first time. 

➺ what to expect; “Also, please stick to black, blue, and red ink for future note-taking and grading purposes. Pastel purple is not an appropriate colour for a higher education atmosphere. Thank you.”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; what is this feeling? — wicked soundtrack 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon isn’t a fan of change. 

he’s always liked things in a particular way — he only likes notebooks with a seamless, perfect binding for the spines, he only likes ballpoint pens and never gel, he only uses traditional coloured highlighters and none of that strange, pastel-coloured junk, and he only likes to use a sandalwood scented essential oil diffuser in his apartment and his lecture hall 

most of his life has been planned out (he planned out how the next twenty years of his life would go when he was ten, and according to this twenty-year plan, he’s pretty on track) and he likes it that way, so yes, he isn’t a big fan of change when it comes to such an important timeline like this

he’s currently a professor at the university he got his phd from, and because part of his twenty-year plan included going from his bachelor’s degree to his master’s degree to his doctoral degree, it means that he’s actually the youngest professor on the staff’s roster (which, again, was part of his plan all along) 

he’s been teaching here for nearly two years now and has built a very solid reputation with his co-workers, he’s the school’s most sought-after professor when it comes to his philosophy classes — he teaches three undergrad classes and two graduate classes and every semester they’re always packed and students will always email him to try and get into the class when the capacity is full — and he’s pretty sure he’s getting a raise soon, which is great because he’s been meaning to splurge on a new electric tea kettle that lets you control the temperature and sings a little song when the water’s done boiling 

“alright, let’s bring today’s discussion to a close.” namjoon shakes his wrist, checking the time on his watch before nodding to himself — the lecture ends in five minutes, so he’s wrapping up right on time and he’ll be able to grab a coffee and a croissant before his office hours start, “what we’ve explored today is really just a glimpse into the vast and ongoing conversation about how to engage critically with your existence.” he hums, leaning back against his desk as he looks out at the sea of students in front of him, the sound of pen tips scratching on paper and typing on keyboards coming from all over the room 

“after you leave class today, i’d like for you to reflect on the choices you make — not just the big, life-altering ones, but the miniscule, everyday decisions.” he reaches up to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “are they leading you toward a life of purpose and integrity? or are they dictated by external pressures and unexamined habits? we’ll continue this discussion next time, but until then, i’d like you to keep questioning, keep thinking, and keep living philosophically. as always, i have office hours here from 3:30-6 if you have any questions. class dismissed.” he nods, and almost immediately the class breaks into packing up, murmurs rippling through the vast lecture hall 

namjoon smiles lightly to himself as he gives himself a mental pat on the back

yet another successful lecture!

he really does love teaching, and he’s so grateful that he’s able to do something that he actually likes for work 

shaping young minds is something that he’s always wanted to do, and he thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job as a professor 

…

oh, who is he kidding? of course he’s been doing a fantastic job as a professor! 

he smiles politely as his students trickle out the door, turning around to grab his wallet out of his backpack 

croissant time! 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“hello, are you here for office hours?” namjoon isn’t surprised when he opens the door to see someone standing by his desk, looking around the empty lecture hall, “it actually starts at 3:30, so it would be great if you could come back in fifteen minutes and i’d be happy to answer any questions you have about the lecture.”

“oh, hi!“ you spin around with a smile, and namjoon returns a polite one as he sets his coffee and pastry bag down on the desk, “no, i’m not here for office hours, i’m here to check out the lecture hall for when i start teaching alongside you next week. you’re namjoon, right? i’ve heard so much about you, i’m y/n y/l/n and i’m really excited to start working together-“ you stick your hand out for him to shake and he immediately frowns, glancing down at your hand before looking back up at you with a scoff of disbelief 

“teaching… alongside me?” he tilts his head, reaching over to give your hand a shake after a moment of hesitation (it would be rude of him to turn down a handshake, and he has to admit you have a nice, firm handshake), “i’m sorry, what are you talking about?” 

“didn’t you get the email? i’m the newest philosophy professor joining the staff-“ you slide your tote bag off your shoulder and pull your phone out, “they told me i’d kinda be shadowing you before they can determine if i should lead my own lectures or not. so i guess i’m a co-professor for now, but eventually i’ll just be a professor. i’ve seen a few of your lectures online, i’m looking forward to working together and-“

“co-professor?” namjoon interrupts, holding his hand out to make you stop talking, “i’m sorry, this is the first i’m hearing of this.” he fumbles for his phone before looking through his email because there’s no way he would’ve missed an email as important as- 

okay there it is 

yep 

he totally missed that 

“i see.” namjoon pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “okay, well… i guess you can just sit with the class and listen to the lectures. i don’t need an assistant professor, but you can help give out handouts or something-“

“well, that would make sense if i was a TA, but i’m not entering this classroom as a TA or an assistant professor, i’m entering it as a co-professor. we’re equals!” you point out, namjoon’s eyes widening when you pull a pen out from your bun and slap a copy of the class syllabus down on his desk 

he’s appalled to see that you’ve written all over it, and not only that, you’ve used multiple colours to take notes instead of the traditional black, blue, and red 

…pastel purple?!

“i took a look at the lineup you have, and to be frank, it’s a little stiff. your students are drowning in dense readings, and i don’t know about you, but i actually hated reading so much when i was in undergrad-“ 

“well, that sounds like it’s a you problem, because i liked reading and always appreciated when the professor gave us something dense and enriching to read-“

“why not swap out one of the medieval philosophy lectures for something a little fresher?” you suggest, using the back of your pen to point to the lecture he has planned in a few weeks, “maybe we can do a session on philosophy in science fiction? ooh, ethics in AI might be fun, no? it’s something they can apply to the modern world-“

“philosophy isn’t about chasing trends. it’s about discipline, rigorous thought, and engaging with foundational texts that have shaped human understanding for centuries, professor y/l/n-“

“it’s doctor.”

“what?”

“dr. y/l/n. i just graduated with my phd.” 

a moment of silence passes as namjoon processes all of this new information

processing…

processing…

“you-“ still processing… “you what? how old are you?”

“you should never ask a woman how old she is, but i’m two years younger than you. and i know that because i actually took the time to look at your profile on the university’s website after getting the email that we’d be working together for the rest of the semester-“

“rest of the-“ namjoon chokes, reaching up to adjust his tie, “okay, respectfully, dr. y/l/n, my whole point is that students have no business calling themselves actual philosophers if they can’t wrestle with aquinas and avicenna-“ 

“right, because thirty pages of medieval metaphysical debates on the essence of angels is going to determine whether or not a student can call themself an actual philosopher. i’m not saying to abandon the classics, i’m just saying it’s not gonna hurt to throw in a few discussions that’ll make philosophy feel a little more… alive to them!” 

namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes as he takes a seat at his desk, keeping his eyes glued on the scribbles all over your copy of the syllabus 

there’s no way he’s gonna work with someone who thinks pastel purple is an appropriate colour to use when taking notes 

he reaches over to grab his coffee, taking a sip and- 

his coffee is cold 

he waited too long and now his coffee is cold, and he would’ve been drinking perfectly lukewarm coffee if it weren’t for the fact that you came and disrupted his whole schedule like this 

“anyway, i’m open to discussing spicing up the syllabus once you have the time. i don’t want to take up any of your office hours, i know you probably have students lined up outside already-“ you fold the syllabus back up into four squares before tucking it away into your tote bag (namjoon is once again appalled you don’t have a folder for your papers and seem to have based your organising system off mary poppins’ purse), “but it was really nice meeting you, dr. kim. you have my phone number and email when you want to arrange a meeting.”

“…right…” namjoon trails off, and for the first time is rendered completely speechless and doesn’t know what else to say 

all he knows is that there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow this co-professor business to happen. 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you let out a breath as you shut the door behind you, your shoulders finally slumping 

you hated that whole interaction 

you can already tell that working with namjoon is going to be a pain in the ass 

you’d heard some things about him — you’d heard about how great of a lecturer he is and how he genuinely cares about what he’s teaching and what his students are learning from him, but you’d also heard that he was pretty stuck in his ways and not… super cooperative, which you already saw first hand 

at the same time, you had to admit that that was a quality that both of you shared — you’re not exactly a fan of being co-professors, you’d much rather just take the reins and lead the class yourself while namjoon sits off to the side, but you are the new one around here and you do want to be liked 

so you can play nice for now, because the most important thing you’re focusing on is securing your place as an official staff member and making a great first impression on your new co-workers and your new students 

you’d prefer for namjoon to like you, but he seems to be a tough nut to crack 

the both of you should at least try to get along, and you’re willing to do that as long as he’s willing to meet you in the middle 

so… let’s just hope he’s willing to meet you in the middle

your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your jeans and you pull it out, surprised to already see a text from namjoon 

okay

this is great!

the fact that he’s already opening a line of communication is a good sign, maybe this semester won’t be hell on earth after all 

the smile on your face slowly disappears when you finally get around to reading the texts, your eyebrows knitting together instead

Hello, Dr. Y/L/N. This is Kim Namjoon. Please save my number so that we may communicate with each other if needed. The semester has already begun, therefore I don’t think there has to be any changes made to my syllabus. We do not need to discuss this topic any further. Thank you.

you don’t even get a chance to really process his text before another one pops up 

Also, please stick to black, blue, and red ink for future note-taking and grading purposes. Pastel purple is not an appropriate colour for a higher education atmosphere. Thank you. 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon sighs to himself as he makes his way up the brick stairs to enter the philosophy building, reaching up to adjust his tie 

for the first time ever, he’s running a little behind (only by like, three minutes, he’s not that reckless) but it’s only because he spent the earlier portion of the afternoon speaking with the department head and practically pleading them to change their minds about this whole co-professor situation 

he’d gone into the office with many good arguments tucked into a neat little powerpoint presentation 

for example, he doesn’t need a co-professor because he knows what he’s doing and you would only slow him down 

also his students consistently have high grades and his classes are always packed each semester so there’s no issues with consistency or lack of interest 

sure, philosophy can be a stiff subject to work with but he thinks he’s done a great job at teaching it and upkeeping enthusiasm 

the point is he doesn’t need you, and if anything you should just be teaching your own class and the students who don’t make it into his class can all go to you! 

(maybe he shouldn’t have made that last comment, but it’s true.) 

but of course, because luck wasn’t on his side, his presentation didn’t convince the department head to change his mind 

apparently you were a “great addition” to the staff and that namjoon should feel lucky he gets to work alongside such a “smart, well-spoken young professional” who is “just as good at teaching as he is” 

ridiculous

totally ridiculous 

what’s even more ridiculous is the fact that you seem to have become a fan favourite despite only being here for literally a week 

your mug is already right next to his in the cupboard in the professor’s lounge

it’s clearly a handmade mug you probably made at one of those pottery places because the edges are a little bumpy which makes it wobble a little when you put it face down 

the outside is an eggplant purple and the inside of the cup is painted a shade of sage green and it looks like a child would drink chocolate milk out of it 

his mug is sensible and professional 

it’s plain white with his initials on the front printed in times new roman 

everyone knows it’s his mug and there’s never any confusion 

he even heard a rumour about one of the spare rooms in the philosophy department being cleared out for a new office for you if things work out 

and yes, he has his own office already, but he just thinks everyone is being a little hasty clearing out an office space just for you 

he can’t even imagine how you’d decorate the space 

you’re probably one of those people who have little trinkets everywhere and you’ll probably have like a miniature pool table on your desk to play with 

he shudders as he thinks about having to sit in oversized beanbag chairs instead of actual chairs 

“alright, alright, alright!” 

namjoon’s surprised when he opens the lecture hall door to an unusually bustling room, the students chatting animatedly as they flip through their notebooks

the air is alive with the rustling of papers, clinking of metal water bottles, and the occasional burst of laughter and he frowns as he sees a few of them leaning forward enthusiastically compared to the usual scene of them scrolling through their phones or talking to each other

he turns his head and sees you at the front of the room, perched casually on the edge of the desk twirling a purple pen between your fingers before shoving it into your bun, “now, something a little controversial...” you pause dramatically, “red ink for grading. ethical, or a crime against student morale?” 

namjoon’s jaw immediately clenches as he rolls his eyes — obviously this has something to do with the text he sent you the other day about your ridiculous coloured pens and your little ego’s been bruised and that’s why you’re being bratty 

but whatever, because if anything this is just proving his point — you’re an immature little kid totally unfit to be his equal! and he’s more than happy to let you make a fool of yourself in front of his students, so sure, go ahead and talk about your little purple pen for all he cares 

the room erupts in laughter and groans and namjoon silently makes his way over to the front to join you, pulling his chair back to see that you’ve already put your backpack down on it 

he picks it up and plops it down on the ground, using his foot to kick it under the desk before taking a seat and hanging his backpack on the back of the chair 

“i always feel like i’m being yelled at when i see red ink!”

“exactly!” you laugh, sliding up to sit on the edge of the desk with your legs swinging slightly, completely blocking the class from seeing namjoon, “it’s psychological torture. red ink doesn’t just mark mistakes, it screams them. it’s aggressive. but what about if i used green? or pink? or… pastel purple? would you feel a little different about your grade?” 

“it would feel… friendlier?”

“friendlier, right?” you grin, tapping your temple as you look out at the room of enthusiastic students, “then here’s the real ethical dilemma, kids — if something as small as ink colour affects how we perceive feedback, then what do we think that says about bigger, more serious choices? if we can reframe an experience with something as simple as colour, then what other biases are shaping the way we see the world around us? something to think about...” 

“are you just about done, dr. y/l/n?” namjoon raises an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against the desk as he leans back against his chair, “because i’d like to get started with class now, if you’re ready to go.” 

“ah! dr. kim, sorry — i know you usually like to start your classes with a silent ten minutes of quiet reflection of last week’s lecture, but i figured i’d warm up the class myself since this is my first day as co-professor.” you chirp, sliding off the desk before turning to face the class again, “very lovely to meet you all and i’m looking forward to getting to know each and every one of you as we progress with the semester!” 

“kiss ass.” namjoon coughs into his fist quietly, getting up from his seat before smiling warmly at his students, nudging you aside with his hip before clapping his hands together, “alright, class! medieval philosophy, let’s get into it…” 

you immediately roll your eyes when you turn to face away from the class, taking a seat next to the desk and crossing one leg over the other 

he’s just jealous because the students clearly like you more and you’ve only been here five minutes

but if this is how he wants to play, then you’re more than willing to play along.

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon finds that the simplest things in life bring him the most pleasure

a hot cup of black coffee, the perfect scent of sandalwood in a room, the feeling of cracking the spine on a brand new notebook… 

but most importantly, a perfectly toasted buttery flaky croissant from the cafe on the bottom floor of the philosophy building

he’s eaten these croissants ever since he was a student here, and he always has a croissant after he teaches classes here on tuesdays and thursdays — it’s like a reward! 

“what do you mean there are no more croissants?!” namjoon slams both palms down on the counter, pulling away immediately when he feels that the surface is a little sticky 

gross 

“sorry, namjoon!” hoseok shrugs, “i just sold the last croissant to- actually, i think you know her, she said she’s the new professor in the philosophy department-“

you.

“i know who you’re talking about.” namjoon grits his teeth, looking at the pastry case for anything else that might satisfy his midday sweet treat craving but he doesn’t want a stupid sea salt chocolate chip cookie or a raspberry white chocolate scone, he wants his plain buttery croissant that you probably only bought to spite him! 

“yeah, her!” hoseok grins, setting namjoon’s coffee down on the counter, “she’s really nice, isn’t she? she said she likes the way i do my leaf design on her caramel lattes, no one’s ever complimented my leaves before- it just feels so nice to be appreciated for once-“ 

“no!” namjoon snaps, pointing a finger at hoseok, “you have to stop yourself from being charmed by her, it’s all an act and- and- next time she asks for a latte, you should do a giant- a GIANT frowney face-“ 

“well, i don’t think i’m going to do that but-“ hoseok frowns when he notices a vein starting to bulge out namjoon’s forehead, “hey, you seem a little tense! how about a cookie on the house?” he asks, using his tongs to pick up the sad-looking cookie before putting it in a paper bag for namjoon, “it’s just a croissant, namjoon. i know you like ‘em every tuesday and thursday but if it makes you feel better i’ll save you one on thursday! it seems like both of you guys like croissants so i can definitely save two of them-“

the both of them look over to where you’re sitting by the window with his croissant while you flip to the next page of whatever stupid book you’re reading, and namjoon’s gaze doesn’t waver in the slightest when you look up and over at them 

you smile brightly, raising the croissant in the air a little before taking a massive bite out of it, rubbing your stomach and nodding your head exaggeratingly 

namjoon’s eye twitches and he turns back to look at hoseok

“it is not just a croissant and you know that, hoseok-“ he snatches the cookie from his friend before shaking his head in disappointment, “she is a siren and you are a helpless, weak little sailor-“

“hey! what the hell, man?!” 

“WEAK little sailor!” namjoon exclaims as he storms away, angrily shoving the cookie into his mouth and wiping crumbs off with the back of his hand sloppily 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“tae, have you seen my mug?” you frown, taking a few steps back to see if you can get a better view of the second shelf, “i usually have it on the first shelf but i can’t find it anywhere…” 

“is it not there?” taehyung — he’s the janitor here and you guys got along pretty quickly — hums, setting his mop aside before walking over to join you by the cupboards, “i swear i saw it there this morning, that’s odd. i’ll keep an eye out and let you know if i see it anywhere. you sure you didn’t leave it in your lecture hall?”

“no…” you trail off, shutting the cupboard doors gently with a sigh, “hm. i’m sure it’ll pop up somewhere. thanks, anyway…” 

you like to think that you’re a pretty chill person, but there’s just something about misplacing something that really irks you 

because then you start thinking about when the last time you saw the missing object was and then it turns into a spiral of how you could be so careless and irresponsible and lose something and also it makes you anxiously think about someone else using something that belongs to you and only you 

that’s your good luck mug!

you made it at a colour-me-mine in freshman year and you’ve used it ever since 

you’re convinced it has some kind of magical power because the mug always happens to be there when you get good news

it was there when you got accepted into your graduate program, your doctoral program, and it was literally in your hands when you got the email from the university accepting you as a new professor

so… hopefully it does pop up somewhere 

you used it yesterday after class and you remember washing and drying it immediately before sliding it back on the shelf 

you chew on the corner of your lip as you push open the door to the lecture hall, your eyes widening when you see namjoon standing there taking a sip from your mug 

you open your mouth to say something but he immediately brings a finger up to his lips to shush you — the class is having their silent time and the last thing you want to do is cause a scene, right? 

“that’s my mug.” you whisper through gritted teeth, and namjoon moves his hands to the side quickly when you reach up to try to snatch it out of his hands, “you have a stupid, boring mug already-“ 

“oh, but your mug is so much fun!” namjoon grins, taking another sip of water from it 

(it’s actually killing him having to drink from this cursed vessel. why are the edges so bumpy?! how do you drink from this stupid thing without dribbling all over yourself?!) 

“it is on, dr. kim.” you hiss, forcing a smile on your face when a few students look up from their desks, “it is so on.” 

“hm.” namjoon clears his throat quietly, the two of you standing side by side with your arms pressed together, “bring it, dr. y/l/n.” 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

the next few weeks seem to go by like a blur — maybe because you’re actually having a good time teaching the class and slowly growing more comfortable being a professor (you agreed to stick to namjoon’s syllabus only if he allowed you to teach your ethics of AI lecture) but also because this rivalry between the two of you seems to be keeping you on high alert 

after the croissant and the mug incident, the two of you only continued to one-up each other 

you replaced the sandalwood essential oil in the lecture hall with a refreshing peppermint (and you really doused it in the machine so it would take multiple cycles to be fully flushed out) and in response namjoon bought the entire jug of caramel syrup from the cafe so you’d be forced to pick another flavour 

and then you took all of namjoon’s sensible coloured whiteboard markers and replaced them with bright, fun ones forcing him to write in a fuschia pink and in response namjoon bought all fifteen croissants that day which felt kind of dramatic but at the same time you can’t help but kind of respect it

whatever

all you know is that you despise kim namjoon

every morning when you wake up, you’re thinking about how else you can terrorise him besides just taking the last croissant in the display case 

every night before bed, you’re thinking about how else you can make fun of his stupid powerpoint presentations and you even considered hacking his laptop and adding fun transitions to his powerpoints to throw him off

he hates fun transitions 

with that being said, you’re willing to put the fight on pause because today is an important day — it’s your first time leading a lecture! you’ve been prepping for this ethics in AI lecture and you’re more than excited to show the class (and namjoon) what you’re capable of 

and if all goes well, you will be rubbing this success in his stupid, handsome face. 

“handfphome?” you blurt out, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you blink at yourself in the mirror

oh 

oh no 

you don’t actually think he’s handsome, do you?

well, there was that one time he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and when he turned around you couldn’t help but notice how broad his back was 

and that other time you were looking at his hands when he was pointing to something on his stupid powerpoint and you couldn’t help but think that he had such pretty hands 

and also he always smells really good — like a combination of smokey sandalwood and his natural musk 

and when you listen to him speak it’s really soothing because he has a deep voice that kind of makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud being rocked back and forth

he’s also very intelligent and incredibly well-spoken

highly educated, charming in his own weird way (not with you, but you’ve seen the way he interacts with other professors), kinda funny sometimes, and you only know he’s single because you overheard two students whispering about it in the hallway — apparently they’d done a deep dive of his socials and there was no partner to be found, his instagram page was full of pictures of plants and quotes from philosophers 

so basically he’s a hot single nerd who’s really into philosophy and plants and you guys are only two years apart and hypothetically if you didn’t know each other and you saw him at the bar you would probably feel a little flustered if he flirted with you 

and maybe one time you watched him apply chapstick onto his plump lips and you wondered if they were as soft as they looked 

…

…

…

you take your toothbrush out of your mouth, your eyes widening in realisation and- 

“son of a BITC-“ 

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“would you let AI decide whether you get a loan? a job? parole? surgery?” you pause, letting the weight of the question settle over the students, “i know, it’s a crazy question. but maybe you already have… algorithms are making these decisions right now — sorting resumes, predicting crime, even diagnosing illnesses. AI is everywhere, and the question isn’t whether it should exist, it’s whether we should trust it…”

the only reason why namjoon is cooperating today is because you’ve (sort of) cooperated with his syllabus over the last couple weeks despite being a total menace to him personally 

yes, he’ll let you teach your ethics in AI lecture today because he’s interested in seeing what points you’ll bring up today

he can also tell you’ve been really nervous about leading your first lecture and he still remembers how nervous he was when he was in your position, so he’ll take it easy on you 

he caught you practicing your intro in the professor’s lounge and he slowly backed out so that you wouldn’t see him

and he’ll never say this to your face but from the intro alone it sounds like a pretty promising lecture

and it was kind of cute seeing you fumble with your cue cards and going over your lines with your eyes shut 

namjoon leans back against his chair as he listens to you speak, keeping his eyes on the back of your head as he crosses his arms over his chest 

sure, maybe you’re more than immature when it comes to buying his croissants and replacing his scented oils, but… 

oh god

does he respect you as an educator?! 

he pauses for a second to think, watching as you reach up to fiddle with a button on your shirt nervously 

also you actually dressed up today compared to your usual attire of a sweater and jeans and namjoon can’t help but notice that your ass looks really round in that pencil skirt 

he tilts his head slightly as his eyes continue staring at you from behind, the ooga booga man part of his brain wondering how it’d feel to grasp your waist and cup your ass as he- 

oh no

he feels his dick twitch in his boxers and he clears his throat quietly, looking down at the desk and focusing on a speck of dust instead 

oh 

what is this feeling? 

he’s pretty sure he hates you 

and he’s pretty sure you hate him, so it doesn’t make sense for him to suddenly be thinking about how sweet you smell and how pretty your smile is and how funny it actually was for you to buy the last croissant just to get on his nerves 

no 

nope 

you guys don’t like each other! 

that’s how this works!

you just came in here and totally messed up his flow and you just expect him to go along with it but he refuses to do that and after this semester is over he hopes they stick you in another building far, far away from him 

he doesn’t need anyone messing with his routine, and especially not some hotshot professor who just got her phd 

“now, some of my less adventurous colleagues-“ you step aside to reveal namjoon, and namjoon feels his jaw twitch when the class laughs lightly after you gesture to him, “would tell you that AI is a dangerous pandora’s box, something that we should fear. and sure, it’s got its problems… bias, accountability, control. but let’s not kid ourselves — human decision making isn’t exactly perfect, either. AI didn’t invent discrimination, it just inherited it from us. so can we teach morality to something that doesn’t feel?” 

“AI is a threat to ethical stability. we’re delegating moral decision-making to machines that lack genuine understanding, consciousness, or accountability.” namjoon butts in, standing up from his desk with a scoff, “how can we trust algorithms with decisions that affect human lives when they can’t even grasp mortality in any meaningful way?” 

you look at him, slightly surprised that he’s interrupted you this early in your lecture for a debate 

but sure, you’ll give it a go — the two of you haven’t actually debated over a subject before and you’re down to totally humiliate him in front of the class 

“dr. kim is a great example of what sounding like a doomsday prophet is, class.” you smile sweetly, fluttering your lashes at namjoon as the class breaks into a few giggles and chuckles, “AI is a tool. nothing more, nothing less. it doesn’t need to ‘grasp’ mortality than a calculator needs to ‘understand’ math. the ethical responsibility lies with us! blaming AI is like blaming a knife for stabbing.” 

“that’s a dangerously naive view, dr. y/l/n!” namjoon laughs, the two of you staring each other down as you stand at opposite ends of the desk, “AI systems are already making high-stakes decisions — these systems inherit biases from their training data and can operate in ways even their own creators can’t explain. if we don’t impose strict ethical guidelines, we’re ceding control to forces we barely understand-“

“you’re acting like we’re summoning some digital god that’ll enslave us all! AI doesn’t have agency — instead of fearing it, we should focus on improving transparency and fairness in these systems. ethics in AI isn’t about rejecting technology, it’s about guiding it responsibly-“

“guiding it-“ namjoon can practically hear his heart thumping in his chest as his frustration rises inside him, “guiding it responsibly?! and what happens when corporations prioritise efficiency over ethics? what- what about when governments exploit AI for mass surveillance? when biased training data leads to systemic discrimination? you’re placing blind faith in a system that rewards profit over morality- you’re playing a dangerous game, dr. y/l/n, AI isn’t just another tool, it’s a tool we may not be able to control. and your reckless optimism makes you too eager to hand over the reins-“

“maybe you just don’t like that i’m willing to embrace the unknown!” you throw your hands up into the air before pointing an accusatory finger at him, “maybe that unsettles you because you have everything planned to a ridiculous degree, like the temperature of your coffee and what time you eat your croissants-“ 

“what unsettles me is your inability to take this seriously!” namjoon presses his lips into a firm line, feeling his face heating up, “you act as if ethics in AI is some intellectual playground when in reality, it has life-or-death consequences-“

“oh, i take it very seriously, dr. kim, i just don’t think fear is the right response. fear clouds judgement, and i think you just like to have an insane amount of control over things-“

“well, excuse me! someone has to have control, someone has to make sure we don’t create something we can’t contain-“ 

“you always think you can contain things, don’t you?”

“and you always think you can push boundaries without consequences!”

“you’d be surprised how many boundaries can be pushed safely, dr. kim.” 

there’s a beat of silence between the two of you, the air heavy with something that doesn’t feel like loathing, but rather… 

you pause, remembering all of a sudden that the students should be debating with each other instead of watching their professors do it 

“uh-“ you turn back to face the class before letting out a chuckle, “let’s take twenty minutes to discuss this subject with the person next to you! dr. kim and i have to re-evaluate the structure of today’s lecture, please pardon us-“ 

the class breaks into discussion and both you and namjoon exchange glares as you head towards the door

the two of you stumble against each other and get caught in the door for a second, both of you wanting to be the first one out to lead the way 

“oh, get off me-“

“you get off me!” 

“what is your problem?!” you snap as soon as you leave the lecture hall, heading straight for an empty classroom nearby, “you’re supposed to let me lead this lecture, today was my day and you just couldn’t help yourself!”

when the hell is this going to end?! 

there’s no way the both of you can work together if he’s going to get this heated in a debate

and sure, he made some really good points and the nerd inside of you is saying that that really good debate session might as well been some form of foreplay but that’s beside the point 

“oh, please.” namjoon kicks the door shut behind him, “all we did was get into a debate, you should be glad i participated at all-“ 

“you know what, i actually do know what your problem is.” you whip around, jabbing a finger into his (firm) chest, “you’re just a little man who’s threatened by me because we both know i can do your job just as well — or honestly, even better than you can, and this is the first time you’ve had any sort of competition. i’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you just have to accept the fact that i’m going to be here and i’m sticking around for a long, long-“ 

“i’m going to kiss you, and if you don’t want that to happen, then tell me now and we can go back to the classroom and i’ll sit there quietly for the rest of your lecture.” namjoon interrupts, and your eyes widen as your breath hitches in your throat 

“wha-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face flush, “you- i’m sorry, what?”

“you heard me, y/n.” namjoon looks down at you, and you’re half expecting him to quit the act and say that he’s just fucking with you, but… “so what’s it going to be?” 

a moment of silence passes and you feel your thighs press together slightly when namjoon reaches up to loosen his tie slightly, his chest falling and rising in heavy breaths, “funny. you’re so quiet all of a sudden.” 

“i…” your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, “fine. you- we-“ you straighten your posture, trying your best not to show how flustered you actually are, “but make it quick because i have a lecture to-“

without another word, namjoon closes the distance between the two of you and in one fluid motion, presses his lips against yours and now you can finally confirm that his lips are as soft as they look 

you grip the front of his shirt to pull him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matches the intensity of your back-and-forth over the last few weeks 

your lips move against each other’s as namjoon’s hands slide around your waist to pull you in even tighter, his body pressing against yours as if he can’t get close enough 

you’re breathless when the two of you eventually pull away, your cheeks flushed and your heart thumping wildly in your chest 

“this better not be some weird prank-“ you manage to blurt out, head still spinning from what was a very, very good kiss, “because i’m petty enough to call the catering company and tell them to nix the croissant deliveries entirely-“ 

namjoon laughs, leaning down for another kiss — this time softer, more deliberate — before pulling away with a playful eye roll 

“we’re gonna go back in and you’ll finish your lecture, and if you’re free tonight, i’d love to take you out for dinner.” he murmurs, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being a little shy

it’s cute

“i’ll go out with you… on one condition.” you hum, reaching up to adjust his glasses for him 

“hm?” 

“next week you let me lead a lecture on examining the moral dilemmas faced by superheroes in film and comics — like how batman has a no-kill rule and-“

namjoon immediately groans as he turns and heads towards the door, “oh my god, you are infuriating-“

“what?! it’s a good subject!” 

🎙️ ask y/n about her thoughts on the nature of consciousness (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

For a Drabble idea, Tyler having a massive crush on "you" and being shy and bashful and nervous about it while trying to impress you to see if you like him too! :)

Perhaps One Day

Twisters Masterlist

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem! Reader

Summary: Tyler goes to… interesting lengths to find out your feelings.

Author’s Note: I realised I sort of forgot the “trying to impress you” part of the request. 💀 If you want me to redo it, just let me know! Otherwise, here’s your request, anon. 💖

Warnings: NONE! I mean… other than Tyler being a communication-phobe. Lol.

Word Count: 265 (Because I reached 100 and went, “Dang! This is supposed to be wrapped up already??” and kept writing. 😂)

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Perhaps one day, Tyler would be ashamed of the lengths he went to discover your true feelings.

Rubbing his palms together nervously, a dark Oklahoma sky speckled with stars overhead, he waited in the motel parking lot for Lily. The door of Room 10 creaked on its hinges, a form slipping out, slowly closing the door behind. Slipping into the shadows, Tyler waited until the person approached, darkness shielding them both.

He cleared his throat. “What did she say?”

Perhaps one day, Tyler would cringe when he thought about how he’d used Lily to get information on your thoughts about him.

“Was she suspicious? Did she know why you asked?”

Perhaps one day, Tyler would apologize to her—claim insanity over his growing crush—make it up to her with parts for her new drone.

“Please, Lily, I’m dying here. Please tell me what she said.” He stepped closer, the light of a single lamp peeling back the darkness around him.

Perhaps one day, he would regret his actions.

The voice that spoke was not Lily’s, and his heart stopped. Stepping into the light, he was greeted with a shy smile. Blushing cheeks.

Perhaps one day, he would tell you he should’ve chased it from the first day you joined the team.

“She said…” Drawing out the words slowly, teasingly, eyes just as nervous as his own landed on his face. “She’s got eyes for nobody but you, Owens.”

Perhaps one day, Tyler would be ashamed of the lengths he went to discover your true feelings.

But it was not today. And it would not be soon.

[itllbeoneofthese]

Somedays Ghost wakes up with the weight of war still on his shoulders.

He feels it when he turns in bed to get up, heavy, so heavy, it feels like it’s crushing his lungs.

He wonders if one day his skin won’t smell like gunpowder. Wonders if one day he won’t feel like blood is still running down his hands.

On his nightstand there’s a picture; a blue eyed man grins over at Simon, the printed image illuminated by the rising sun.

A hand lands on Ghosts back, and a barely audible whisper escapes you as you ask, “A nightmare?”

He leans into your touch, “…just thinking.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, planting a kiss on the back of his neck, “I’m sure he could use some new flowers, I’d be happy to join you,”

Ghost lets his gaze leave the picture and land on you. He can feel your breath on his skin and the faint smell of your shampoo. Things feel a little lighter. He nods, “We’ll get him roses, he always hated roses. Maybe it’ll give him a laugh in the afterlife.”

[coffeetank]

Opposing Qualities for your Characters!

I always advocate the concept of Traits and their Inverses when making characters. If you're familiar with my blog, you'll know that in one of my posts, I've told you to use opposing qualities when you make a character to make them real. Here's a link to that post if you haven't come across it yet so you can understand this better: https://www.tumblr.com/coffeetank/747126821111447552/build-characters?source=share ~ List of more opposing qualities to give your characters: persuasive :: manipulative (your character has a way with words and sometimes uses this to get away with things)

humble :: underconfident (your character does not have an ego at all, but they are in actuality always underconfident - show how this can affect their surroundings especially in a situation where others depend on them)

independent :: alienated (your character can do everything on their own and quite literally does not need anyone around, show how this can crossover over with alienation - dig into the emotional background of this supposed crossover)

curious :: invasive (your character has an appetite for knowledge, but they forget boundaries - show how this can get them into trouble)

daring :: reckless (your character has a strong spirit and isn't scared of taking risks, but this can always incline to the bad side and cause them harm - use this to especially add event and conflict in the story)

neutral :: retracted (your character prefers to see both sides before coming to a conclusion and stays neutral 99% of the times, but then when one side needs them more than the other they refuse to acknowledge that need and pull themselves out of that situation - show how this this can affect their relationships with other people especially on a moral ground)

emotional :: irrational (it's always good for your character to have emotional capacity, but it can hinder with their practical side for sure - show how this plays out)

unique :: aberrant (your character has a very solid personality but then some their quirks are too odd to be normal - this is good for revealing an undercover villain/agent/supernatural being later in the story as a twist)

optimistic :: unserious (your character is a positive person, but they take life too lightly sometimes - play with it!)

appealing :: deceptive (your character is absolute delight to be around and wins hearts in an instant - show how they use this power of their to deceive people for their own benefit)

hopeful :: expectant (your character wishes for the bright side - show how this can transverse into having unfulfilled expectations thus making them act out wrongly due to disappointment)

clever :: cunning (as obvious as it sounds, your character uses their intelligence for the wrong - bonus if you mix this with another set of opposing qualities to add depth and layers to your characters)

short-tempered :: violent (easy, simple and impactful; your character loses temper quickly but they damage things around them with every small/big outburst)

Feel free to use these as you'd like! I'll bring you more soon.

-ashlee

[canihaveacalmtime]

Masterlist 📃

(Each of the one-shots is different and doesn't relate to another)

(If a story isn't yandere, I will put "non-yandere")

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💕 -> -> -> Series <- <- <- 💕

Worlds: Through the hands of The Creator (non-yandere)

🤍 -> -> -> Platonic one-shots <- <- <- 💙

Yandere parents x gn child!reader

2. Yandere mafia family x gn child!reader

3. Yandere royale!family x gn tortured!child!reader

4. Yandere royale!family x gn neglected!child!reader

5. Yandere brother x gn reader

6. Yandere family x gn neglected!child!reader

7. Yandere royale!family x gn illegitimate!child!reader | Extra

8. Yandere twin brother x gn twin reader

9. Yandere human!family x gn vampire!child!reader

10. Yandere noble!family x gn reincarnated!child!reader

11. Yandere mafia boss x gn orphan!child!reader | Extra

12. Yandere family x gn child!reader | Part 2

13. Yandere big sister x gn child!reader

🤍 -> -> -> Romantic one-shots <- <- <- 💗

Yandere otome x gn reader

2. Yandere twin brothers x gn reader

3. Yandere playboy x gn reader x yandere spoiled brat

4. Yandere male ex!bestfriend x gn reader

5. Yandere crown prince x gn noble!reader

6. Male yandere x gn reader

7. Yandere male!bully x gn reader

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