#it was all classes and lectures and stuff

[blissfulflw]

ghostface!ningselle x fem!reader....?

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Pairing- Ning Yizhou (NingNing) x Uchinaga Aeri (Giselle) x fem reader

Genre- Dark romance, angst

Word count- 7170

A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away mb, but lmk if yall want a part 2 cause I don’t come to play about horror esp Ghostface.

You didn’t mean to answer the phone.

It was instinct, muscle memory, maybe even boredom. The screen was dark, caller ID blank. You were halfway through a study guide on criminal profiling, eyelids heavy, the coffee on your desk long cold. The ringing cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, distracted.

Static. A breath.

Then, a voice. Feminine. Cool.

“You shouldn’t answer calls this late, you know.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?” you asked, more annoyed than afraid.

“What if it wasn’t me on the other end? What if it was someone… dangerous?”

The line crackled.

You swallowed. Something about the voice tickled the edge of familiarity—too calm. Amused.

You hung up.

_____

The next day, Aeri met you outside the lecture hall, cheerful as ever, iced matcha in one hand, your favorite granola bar in the other.

“Rough night?” she asked, brushing your hair behind your ear like she always did—casual, intimate, and a little too practiced.

You nodded, grabbing the drink with a tired smile. “Random creeper called me at 2 a.m. Nothing major.”

Aeri’s smile flickered. Almost imperceptibly.

“Oh?” she said, too lightly. “Creepy how?”

“Just… said something weird. About being dangerous.” You laughed, trying to shake off the unease.

Aeri tilted her head, watching you too closely. “Maybe they know you like danger.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Nothing. Just saying—you’re into all that true crime stuff, right? Maybe your little ghost story’s just a fan.”

You were about to respond when your phone buzzed again.

Unknown number. One new message.

Do you trust her?

Your blood ran cold.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence again. “You okay?”

She leaned in.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

_____

Yizhou’s POV:

The night is patient. She is not.

She watches you from the rooftop.

Third floor. South-facing window. Curtains drawn, but the glow from your desk lamp spills through the crack just enough. Just enough to see the outline of your silhouette—legs tucked under you, head tilted, eyes scanning the page.

You never remember to lock your window.

Yizhou’s gloved fingers rest on the edge of her mask, tilting it up just enough to breathe. The cool wind brushes across her cheek. The night hums with static, restless and soft. Below her, the world sleeps. But her attention is locked on only one thing.

You.

The first time she saw you, you were asking a question in class. Too curious. Too bold. Like someone who wanted to dissect danger but didn’t know what to do when it looked back.

You fascinated her. Like a lamb studying wolves.

And then Aeri noticed you too.

Yizhou’s lips press into a thin line. Aeri always has a way of making herself welcome—warm hands, soft eyes, voice like a lullaby laced with arsenic. She’s good at being what people want.

But Yizhou knows what people need.

And you—sweet, lonely, easily fascinated—you needed someone to show you the truth. The line between fear and longing. Between the hunted and the chosen.

So she called. Just once. Enough to make your pulse skip. Enough to remind you: someone’s watching.

And then she let Aeri move in. Like bait.

They don’t compete. Not really. Aeri seduces. Yizhou haunts. It’s a system. A pattern.

But lately, Aeri’s gotten too close. Touches you too often. Laughs too easily.

She thinks you’ll choose her.

She doesn’t understand yet: this isn’t about choosing.

It’s about surrendering.

Yizhou pulls out her phone. Gloved fingers tap out a message, slow and deliberate.

Do you trust her?

She hits send and watches as your head snaps toward your phone. Watches you freeze.

Then she sees Aeri lean in behind you. Sees your shoulders tense.

And just for a moment—just a flicker—she sees the exact look she wanted.

Fear.

Perfect.

Your POV:

You tried to ignore the message.

Tried to pretend it was a prank, a one-off, a bored creep fishing for a reaction. But your hands shook as you locked your phone, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Aeri was watching you as you read it—like she already knew.

“Did something happen?” she asked, gently, almost too gently.

You lied.

“No. Just a meme. Stupid.”

She hummed, unconvinced, but let it go.

_____

Later that night, you locked your windows. For once.

But sleep wouldn’t come. The apartment felt too quiet. Your own heartbeat echoed in your ears. You tried reading. Music. Scrolling. Nothing worked.

So you called Aeri.

She came over in ten minutes flat, hoodie half-zipped and cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You look like hell,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She tossed you a blanket, then curled up beside you like it was her bed too. Like this was normal.

You didn’t push her away.

“I think someone’s messing with me,” you whispered eventually, voice small.

Aeri’s gaze didn’t waver. “Like… stalking you?”

You nodded. “I got a message. They knew I was with you.”

Her hand slid around your wrist, thumb brushing the edge of your palm. “You didn’t tell anyone else, right?”

“No. Just you.”

A pause.

“Good,” she said softly. “You should keep it that way.”

You turned to look at her. “What?”

Aeri smiled, that perfect, disarming curve of her lips. “I just mean… people panic. You don’t want the cops involved unless it’s serious. I can keep you safe.”

Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right.

You didn’t know it then, but a block away, behind the abandoned convenience store, Yizhou was watching your window.

She saw the second Aeri arrived. Saw her let herself in. Saw you hesitate before opening the door.

She had a knife tucked into her boot. She didn’t take it out.

Not tonight.

Aeri was playing her part.

But soon, you’d start asking the right questions.

And when you did?

Yizhou would be waiting.

_____

Two days later

_____

You told yourself it was fine.

You weren’t being followed. The texts stopped. Maybe it was just a prank.

Still, you started walking home a different way. Longer, through more crowded streets. You kept your keys between your fingers and your headphones out. You even started carrying pepper spray.

But that feeling? That prickle on the back of your neck?

It never left.

It started again on a Thursday.

You were back from class early. Aeri had practice. You finally had a few hours alone.

The apartment was still, sun cutting clean lines across the floor.

Then, you noticed it—barely there.

A piece of paper tucked beneath your front door.

Not junk mail. Not a flyer.

Your name was written across the front in black ink. Neat. Deliberate.

Just your first name. No last. No address. No return.

You stared at it for a long time before you opened it.

Inside: a photo.

Low resolution. Slightly grainy. But unmistakable.

It was you. Sitting at your desk. From outside the window.

Your breath caught. You dropped the photo like it burned.

Underneath it, written in the same neat handwriting:

“You’re most beautiful when you’re alone.”

Your phone was in your hand before you realized it. You called Aeri.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey. You okay?”

Her voice was casual. You didn’t know what to say.

“Someone left something at my door.”

A pause.

“What kind of something?”

“A picture. Of me.”

Another pause. “…Shit.”

You expected her to panic. To rush over.

But instead, she sighed. Soft. Almost tired.

“Do you want me to come stay the night?” she asked.

Not What the fuck? or Are you safe?

Just: Do you want me there?

And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you did.

That night, you taped the photo into a notebook. Tucked it under your mattress.

You didn’t know why you kept it.

Maybe part of you wanted to know how close they’d really gotten.

Maybe part of you wanted to feel it again.

That edge of the unknown. That low, electric fear.

Meanwhile, across the alley, high in the shadows of the building across from yours, Yizhou sat cross-legged with a camera resting in her lap.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t need to.

You’d started keeping her gifts.

And that meant, deep down—you were beginning to want more.

_____

Ningselle POV:

“You’re moving too fast.”

Yizhou’s voice was low, even, echoing slightly off the cracked tile and peeling walls. She leaned against the windowsill, mask in hand, blade on the table beside her. Her gaze never left Aeri.

Aeri, crouched on the floor, was tying a ribbon around a small package—neat, perfect. Your favorite color.

She didn’t look up.

“She’s already scared. That’s good,” Aeri said. “Fear makes people cling.”

Yizhou frowned. “Fear makes people run.”

“Not her,” Aeri countered. She stood slowly, brushing dust off her skirt. “She’s not like the others. She wants to be seen. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

Yizhou didn’t answer.

Aeri walked toward her, light footsteps deliberate. She stopped just close enough. Close enough that Yizhou could smell her perfume—sweet and artificial, like flowers pressed between pages of a book.

“You’re getting territorial,” Aeri murmured. “It’s cute.”

Yizhou’s jaw tensed. “You’re slipping. She’s starting to doubt you.”

Aeri smiled—too wide.

“Good,” she whispered.

That made Yizhou pause.

Aeri leaned in, whispering at the edge of her ear.

“If she’s scared of me… who else does she have to run to?”

Yizhou’s breath hitched—but just for a moment. Her hand twitched toward the knife, but she didn’t pick it up.

Not yet.

“You want her to choose,” Yizhou said quietly. “But I want her to belong.”

Aeri’s smile faltered, just slightly.

Then she stepped back.

“We’ll see,” she said.

And then she was gone, ribbon-wrapped package in hand, skipping like she hadn’t just threatened to unravel the game they’d both built so carefully.

Yizhou stayed behind, staring through the broken glass toward your building.

The mask waited beside her, patient and cold.

She didn’t like sharing.

_____

Your POV:

You found the box on your bed.

Small. Wrapped in pale blue ribbon, the bow tied in a perfect knot. No note. No name.

You hadn’t locked the door.

You stood there for a long time, just staring at it. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like someone had just left. Like you’d missed something by minutes.

The air felt wrong.

You touched the box with the back of your hand first, half expecting it to be warm. It wasn’t.

Inside: a pair of earrings. Delicate. Silver. Shaped like tiny knives.

Your breath caught.

You’d once mentioned, offhand, how beautiful weapons could be. Aeri had laughed, saying you sounded like a villain.

But now?

Now she’d left you a pair of blades to wear like a secret.

And still—no note.

Just the feeling that someone was watching how you’d react.

That night, Aeri texted you.

You get my surprise?

I saw them and thought of you. Sharp things for sharp girls.

You stared at the message too long before replying.

How did you get in?

I didn’t give you my spare key.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then stopped.

Then again.

Didn’t need one. You always forget the window.

Your blood chilled.

She’d been inside. While you were out. While you were gone.

Maybe while you were asleep.

You didn’t sleep that night.

You left the earrings on the counter, too afraid to throw them out, too afraid to wear them.

Part of you wanted to tell someone.

Part of you wanted to run.

But the worst part—the part you didn’t want to admit?

Part of you liked it.

The attention. The danger. The feeling of being wanted so intensely it bent the rules of reality.

You didn’t know if it was Aeri or someone else.

You just knew this wasn’t about affection anymore.

This was possession.

And you were already halfway theirs.

_____

It was past midnight when you woke to the sound of something outside your window.

Not loud.

Delicate.

Like fingers tapping once, twice—waiting.

You sat up in the dark, your body moving before your mind caught up. The photo under your mattress. The earrings on the counter. The ribbon still tied to the drawer handle. Every moment leading to this felt like a matchstick, lit and dropped, one after the other.

You moved to the window.

And there she was.

Not masked.

Not hiding.

She stood on the fire escape, bathed in shadow and moonlight, one hand braced casually on the railing. Black hoodie. Boots. Gloves. Her face was soft and unreadable—pretty, almost too still. Her gaze locked on you like she’d been looking for years.

And you knew.

You didn’t know her name. But you knew.

She was the one behind the calls. The messages. The photo. The tension in your chest that never let up.

The one who had been haunting the edges of your life like a prayer and a curse all at once.

She didn’t say anything at first.

She just tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

And then she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear through the glass:

“You let her in, but not me?”

Your blood went cold.

You didn’t open the window. But you didn’t move away either.

She watched you like she was memorizing every line of your face. And when you stayed—when you didn’t run—something in her expression shifted. Slightly. A twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She liked that.

“I was going to wait,” she said, still quiet. “Let her play house. Let her spoil you.”

She stepped closer. You could see the sharp line of her jaw now. Her eyes were dark. Hungry.

“But she doesn’t know how to worship you. Not the way I do.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Yizhou reached into her pocket. Pulled something out. Slipped it through the crack in the window frame.

A small velvet pouch.

Inside?

Your necklace.

The one you’d lost weeks ago. Thought you’d dropped at the gym. You hadn’t even remembered it until now.

She’d had it.

She’d been there.

“I didn’t like seeing her give you gifts,” Yizhou said. “She acts like you’re hers. But you’re not.”

Her voice lowered.

“You’re mine.”

You should’ve slammed the window shut. Called someone. Screamed.

But you didn’t.

You held the pouch in your hand, pulse thundering in your ears.

And Yizhou?

She smiled.

Slow. Possessive. Devoted.

Like she’d finally gotten what she wanted.

_____

The classroom was suffocating, too many students and not enough air. You couldn’t focus. Your notes were scribbled with half-formed thoughts, your eyes darting around, searching, looking for something you couldn’t name. The air was heavy with anticipation—like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall.

And then, just before the professor began speaking, the door opened.

Aeri stepped inside.

She was smiling, a little out of breath, like she’d been rushing. But when her eyes locked on you, the smile softened—becoming something sweeter, more knowing. She made her way toward your desk, her heels clicking with each step, and sat beside you.

“Sorry, I was running late,” she whispered, leaning in close enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume, light but still too sweet. “You good?”

You barely nodded, still unable to fully process the fact that Aeri was sitting right next to you.

But then the door creaked again. This time, it wasn’t the sound of just anyone.

Yizhou walked in.

And for the first time, you saw her without the mask—her dark eyes flicked over the room with a subtle, chilling precision. She wasn’t rushing like Aeri. She was calm, deliberate, as if the space itself bent around her. Every student who tried to make eye contact quickly looked away. She didn’t seem to care for them at all.

She was looking for one person.

You.

And when she found you, the air shifted, just slightly. You felt her presence settle like an invisible weight on your chest.

Aeri’s smile didn’t falter as she turned to look at her, but there was something in her eyes—something possessive, almost taunting. The moment Yizhou stepped fully into the room, Aeri’s hand moved casually, fingers brushing the back of your hand. A touch, a claim. You felt her fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

But Yizhou? She didn’t look at Aeri. She didn’t even spare her a glance.

Her gaze never left you. Never wavered.

You were trapped between them.

Aeri noticed it, her eyes flickering from you to Yizhou with a small, knowing smirk. But she didn’t move. Instead, she casually leaned back in her chair, one arm across the backrest, the other still inches away from your skin.

Yizhou, on the other hand, didn’t sit. She lingered by the door, watching you with a dangerous intensity that made it hard to breathe.

After a beat, she spoke, her voice cutting through the noise of the classroom, low enough that only you could hear.

“Are you really going to let her claim you like this?” The words were quiet but edged with something cold, something dark. “You belong to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t respond—not here. Not in front of everyone. The way she said it—belong to me—had that edge to it, like a threat wrapped in a promise.

Aeri noticed you shift uncomfortably. Her eyes flicked back to Yizhou, narrowing slightly, before she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “Don’t listen to her.”

The class had begun, and the professor started talking, but the tension between the three of you thickened with each passing second. It felt like you were the center of some kind of strange, twisted game. Aeri’s fingers were still close to yours, brushing against the back of your hand again. And Yizhou was still standing, not far away—her presence so palpable that it was almost like she was inside your head, whispering without words.

Every student in the room could feel it, though none of them knew why the temperature had dropped so suddenly.

You were caught between them.

Aeri’s hand finally moved away, and she leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on you. Her voice was softer now, but the edge was still there. “It’s your choice. You don’t need to let her pull you in. You don’t need her.”

Yizhou, without missing a beat, took a step forward, her eyes cold and unblinking. “You don’t have a choice.”

The professor called for silence, but the undercurrent of tension stayed. You could feel it in your bones, the pull between them, the competition, the way each one wanted to stake their claim.

But in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t about them anymore.

It was about you.

The class dragged on, but you couldn’t focus on a single word. Your mind kept spiraling between Aeri’s soft, possessive touch and Yizhou’s unwavering gaze. It was like you were being pulled in two opposite directions, one anchored in sweetness and the other in cold, dark desire.

But you didn’t have the courage to speak. Not here. Not with all those eyes on you. You wished you could just disappear. The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife.

It wasn’t until the bell rang that the dam finally broke.

Students rushed to gather their things and file out of the classroom. You moved automatically, trying to avoid both of them, but Aeri was faster. She stood up and blocked your path with a hand on your arm.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, her voice calm but laced with something possessive. “Meet me in the hallway.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou was at your side, her presence swallowing the air. She was close—too close—and her breath was cold against your skin. “She won’t keep you safe,” Yizhou said, voice like ice. “I will.”

You looked between them, feeling a heavy knot of fear and confusion in your stomach. Neither of them seemed willing to move.

Aeri’s eyes flicked between you and Yizhou, her lips pulling into a thin, tight smile. She stepped back slightly, just enough to give you space—but the way she watched you, so calmly, so assured, made your heart race. “Don’t let her scare you,” she said softly. “She’s all shadow. I’m real.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you almost believed her.

But Yizhou didn’t flinch. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, the coldness in her eyes deepening. She looked at Aeri with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

“Oh, I’m real, alright,” Yizhou said softly. “More real than you’ll ever be to her.”

Aeri’s smile faltered—just barely—but it was enough. Her eyes turned cold. “You’re not getting her. Not this time. She belongs with me.”

Yizhou stepped closer. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

The low growl in Yizhou’s voice sent a shiver through you. It was like they were circling each other, both waiting for the other to make a move, both claiming you in ways that twisted your insides.

The hallway outside the classroom was nearly empty, the distant sound of footsteps fading, but you felt trapped.

You felt like prey.

Suddenly, Aeri reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward her, her fingers cold against your skin. “I’ll make sure you’re safe,” she said, her voice a bit too soft. “Trust me.”

Yizhou, watching this unfold, let out a slow breath. She moved quickly, faster than you could react, her hand snaking around your waist and pulling you against her. Her grip was firm, but there was something… possessive about the way she held you.

“You don’t need her to keep you safe,” Yizhou said, her voice dark and low, so close you could feel the warmth of her words. “I am the one who’s been here from the start. I am the one who’s been watching you. She’s just a distraction.”

Aeri’s eyes darkened, a flash of frustration crossing her features, but she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped back, letting her words hang in the air. “You can’t keep her, Yizhou. She’ll choose. And when she does, it won’t be you.”

Yizhou tilted her head, studying Aeri. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. “Is that so?”

For the first time, you saw the glimmer of something dangerous in her eyes—something more than just the cold, detached person you’d seen in the shadows. She wasn’t backing down.

The tension between them was unbearable, thick like smoke.

Your heart raced in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

Both of them were so close, so intent on you, it was like they forgot about everything else. The whole world shrank down to these three bodies, tangled in a web of desire, manipulation, and competition.

Your breath hitched, and before you knew it, you spoke, your voice shaky. “I… I don’t want this.”

Both of them stopped, but neither let go.

Aeri’s gaze softened—almost too quickly. “You don’t want this?” she asked, almost in disbelief. “You don’t want me?” She reached out, as if to touch your cheek, but the warmth in her eyes was gone, replaced by something darker.

Yizhou, however, didn’t let up. Her grip on your waist tightened. “You don’t get to run from this,” she murmured, voice barely a whisper. “Not now. Not when you know what you are to me.”

Your body trembled between them, the pull of their contrasting desires warping your mind. One offered sweetness, the other offered control. But both wanted the same thing: you.

And right now? You didn’t know if you wanted to run—or fall.

_____

The streets felt colder than usual, the evening air biting against your skin as you made your way down the familiar sidewalk. You should’ve felt the comfort of home just around the corner, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

Maybe it was the remnants of the confrontation earlier, the suffocating pull between Aeri and Yizhou still lingering in your chest. You couldn’t stop replaying their words, their actions. The way Aeri had touched you, claiming you in front of Yizhou. The cold, possessive heat in Yizhou’s eyes, daring you to break free from Aeri’s grip.

You didn’t know what you wanted. Part of you wanted to run—leave it all behind, maybe even change your routine. But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this pull was something you couldn’t walk away from, no matter how much you tried.

With each step, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. It wasn’t just paranoia—there was a heaviness, like eyes trained on you from every corner. You glanced over your shoulder instinctively, but saw only the usual faceless strangers, their movements a blur in the city’s neon glow.

And yet—something wasn’t right.

From a darkened alley a few streets away, Aeri leaned against the brick wall, her fingers tightly gripping her phone. She’d been following you at a distance, careful not to make her presence known. She watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure as you walked further away from the chaos of the school grounds.

You were hers. She knew that.

And still, the game wasn’t over.

Aeri’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. She hadn’t expected Yizhou to challenge her so openly in front of you—but this was far from the end. You would come around. You had to.

She just needed to be patient.

A few blocks away, Yizhou followed, her footsteps silent, her shadow blending seamlessly into the darkness. Unlike Aeri, she wasn’t rushing to close the gap. Instead, she moved with purpose, allowing the distance between you to remain. For now, she was content simply observing.

You were walking right into her hands.

The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, but it wasn’t just about possession anymore. It was about control—about seeing you crack, about watching you question everything, about seeing which one of them you’d choose.

She had her own plan, her own way of getting close. Yizhou had always been patient, always willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, with every step you took in that direction, she felt like she was closer to having you completely.

The darkened streetlights flickered ahead as you neared your apartment building. A sense of foreboding swept over you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Yizhou slowed her pace, pulling back slightly. She couldn’t risk being seen just yet. But she knew one thing for sure: this was far from over.

You reached the front of your apartment building, your pulse quickening as you realized that something wasn’t right. It felt like the walls were closing in. Your feet dragged a little heavier, the weight of your thoughts pulling you back into the confusion.

There was a shadow in the alley behind you.

You spun around quickly.

But the street was empty.

A brief flash of movement caught your eye from across the road. Aeri, tucked in the shadow of a tree, her figure barely visible in the dim streetlight. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness as she watched you from a distance, but her posture was unnervingly relaxed—almost too calm.

You froze.

Aeri’s lips curled into a soft smirk, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to. She knew you’d seen her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. She liked making her presence known, letting you know she was close enough to touch—just out of reach, but always there. Always waiting.

But then, as if on cue, another figure stepped out of the shadows.

Yizhou.

Her gaze was intense—hard, dark, and unwavering. Unlike Aeri’s casual approach, there was something lethal about the way she held herself. Yizhou stood tall, her posture sharp, as if she were daring you to do something. Anything.

She didn’t speak at first, just watched you from across the street, her eyes piercing the distance between you like a silent challenge.

Aeri’s gaze flicked toward her, and for a brief moment, there was something almost electric in the air between them. The tension between the two women was palpable, a battle of wills that had yet to fully unfold.

But all of it was still centered on you.

You stood frozen between them, caught in the storm of their conflicting desires, each waiting for you to make the first move. You could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on you.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes shifted between them. It felt like the ground was giving way beneath you, like you were standing at the edge of something you couldn’t control.

And yet, you couldn’t look away.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence. “You know you can trust me, don’t you?” she called out, her tone smooth, almost tempting. “I’m the one who’ll always be there. You don’t have to choose.”

But before you could respond, Yizhou’s voice sliced through the tension with cold precision. “Don’t listen to her. You don’t belong with someone who’s too afraid to take what she wants.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. They both held their ground, staring each other down, silently fighting for your attention. But you? You were caught in the middle of their game, unsure which way to turn.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know who you could trust—or if you even wanted to trust either of them anymore.

They were both watching.

Both waiting for you to make the next move.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand that neither of them were going to let you leave this twisted dance without a fight.

_____

You couldn’t breathe.

The air around you was thick, pressing in on all sides as you stood, backed into the narrow space of an alleyway. Your heart raced in your chest, every beat thumping so loud you feared they could hear it too. But you didn’t have the luxury of thinking anymore. There was only them.

The harsh streetlight above flickered, casting a faint glow over the darkened alley, the shadows bending around you, making the space feel smaller. Both Aeri and Yizhou were too close—too close to run, too close to think, too close to escape.

Aeri was the first to step forward.

Her fingers traced the side of your face with a slow, deliberate motion, her touch light but heavy with intent. You barely had time to register the heat of her body, the intoxicating sweetness of her scent, before her lips were on yours, pressing with soft urgency. Her kiss was warm, confident, as though she had every right to claim you, to mark you with every lingering second.

You didn’t have a chance to pull away. You didn’t even want to. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing, drawing you deeper into her, the taste of her sweet yet dangerous, a perfect blend of control and seduction. Every breath you tried to take was swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, her hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you in closer, her body flush against yours.

But just as the kiss deepened, you felt something else.

A soft breath, followed by the warm, searing sensation of lips brushing your neck.

Yizhou.

You hadn’t heard her move, hadn’t sensed her presence until now, when her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, her kiss firm and slow, almost as though she was savoring you. The warmth of her breath tickled your skin, sending a rush of heat through your body, making your pulse race. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, her body pressing firmly against your back, trapping you between them.

The conflicting sensations were too much—Aeri’s kiss on your lips, soft yet insistent, while Yizhou’s lips trailed down your neck, her mouth hot and possessive. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, the world narrowing down to just them, just the pressure of their bodies, the heat of their touches.

Aeri pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against your lips, her voice low and seductive. “You’ve been driving me crazy… Don’t think I’ll let you go so easily.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so she could press her lips to the delicate curve of your neck again, her kisses more insistent now, leaving hot trails of sensation against your skin. Her teeth grazed lightly over your pulse point, and you couldn’t hold back a shiver, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. Her breath was sharp, hungry against your skin as she whispered, “You don’t need to choose. You’re mine.”

Aeri smirked, her hands sliding lower, pressing against your body, her lips claiming yours once again in a bruising kiss. But this time, she pulled you even tighter, her body pushing you harder against the wall, trapping you between her and Yizhou, who was still kissing down your neck, her hands now slipping under your clothes, the touch of her fingers hot and possessive.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pressure of their bodies against yours—Aeri’s lips on yours, gentle but demanding, while Yizhou kissed lower, her mouth scorching against your skin. Every part of you felt alive, alive in a way that both terrified and exhilarated you. You couldn’t decide who you wanted more, who you needed more, their touches too much and yet not enough.

Aeri’s hand slipped around to the back of your neck, tugging you toward her again, her kiss more demanding now. She wanted to claim you—she would claim you. Her other hand slid down your body, fingers skimming over the curve of your hip, inching dangerously lower, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t stop her.

And then Yizhou’s lips were on your ear, her voice hushed but full of dark promise. “She doesn’t understand you like I do. She doesn’t see you the way I do.” Her hands, too, slid beneath your clothing, the heat of her touch searing into your skin. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a burn. “I’ll make sure you understand. I’ll show you everything.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You could barely think.

They were both so close, so devouring. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was a pull toward something you weren’t sure you were ready for. But it was happening now. Both of them. Together.

And you didn’t know how to stop it.

 The world was spinning. Every breath you took was shallow, filled with a mixture of confusion and want that you couldn’t control. Their touches—their lips, their bodies—had you trembling, pushing you further into the corner where escape felt impossible.

Aeri’s lips were back on yours, softer now, but the hunger still there, threaded between the gentle kisses. She was in control of this moment, or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe. You could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she kissed you, a possessive heat building between you. Her hands were on your sides, dragging you closer, her body flush against yours, pressing you further against the cold, unforgiving brick wall.

But you could feel Yizhou, too. Her presence was a dark, tantalizing force behind you, pulling your body against hers with slow, deliberate pressure. Her hands roamed, skimming over your skin, tracing paths of fire across your neck, your shoulders, your sides. She kissed your skin as though she were tasting it, savoring every inch, every breath you took, her touch burning hotter with each passing second.

“You’re mine, too,” Yizhou’s voice broke through the heat between your kisses, sharp and possessive. Her words were like a demand, a promise—but not a threat. She was simply stating the truth, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along. “Don’t forget that.”

Aeri pulled away from you just slightly, her lips grazing yours with teasing slowness, before her eyes locked with Yizhou’s in a challenging gaze. She didn’t flinch. In fact, her lips curled into a slow, confident smile, as if daring her to do something. Do it, her look seemed to say. Take her, too.

Yizhou didn’t need any more permission. Her fingers slid down your waist, grasping you with possessive strength, before she tilted your chin back, exposing the soft curve of your neck. You barely had time to react before her lips were there again, hot and urgent, trailing the delicate skin with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through your spine.

And that was when it happened.

Aeri slid her hand into your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make sure you couldn’t look away, her eyes darkened by desire. “You think you’re going anywhere?” she whispered, voice thick with a dangerous sweetness. “We’re not letting you go. Not when you’re this perfect, this… ours.”

You felt her lips descend once more onto yours—harder this time, more insistent, and you couldn’t help but melt into her, your body responding before your mind even had the chance to catch up. The pull between the two of them—the way they were marking you, pulling you in every direction, had your mind swirling in a chaotic mix of need and confusion.

And yet, Yizhou’s words had twisted something inside of you, something primal. “You’re mine, too,” she repeated, as her mouth traveled back to your neck, kissing with dark intent, her teeth grazing your pulse point. She pulled you even closer, making sure there was no space left between you, her body flush against yours, her hands gripping the sides of your hips, holding you in place.

The way she said it—it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a plea. It was an undeniable fact.

Aeri watched, her eyes glinting with something darker now, as if she were considering the shifting dynamic. And then, slowly, she stepped back, giving you enough space for a moment to catch your breath—but only just. She traced a single finger along your jawline, drawing it down your throat before reaching your collarbone, where she paused, just for a moment, her finger pressing into the soft skin. “It’s clear we both want the same thing,” she murmured, her voice hushed but serious. “You’re not choosing one of us over the other.”

Yizhou’s eyes flicked to Aeri’s, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “No,” she agreed, her voice smooth like silk, but carrying an underlying current of possessiveness. “We’re going to share you. Both of us.”

The realization hit you like a wave, rushing over you in an overwhelming cascade of emotions. Aeri and Yizhou weren’t just claiming you individually anymore—they were deciding to take you together, intertwining their desires in a way that felt both suffocating and exhilarating all at once. The idea of being shared between them, of being at the center of their twisted, intimate battle for control, was overwhelming.

But you couldn’t pull away.

You weren’t sure you wanted to.

Aeri’s lips ghosted across your jaw, before her voice dropped lower, like a whisper only you could hear. ���We’ll show you how good it can be… when we share you.”

Yizhou’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulled you closer, if that was even possible, her lips trailing down your neck again, her words a promise—no, a declaration. “You’ll want this. You’ll need both of us.”

They were right there, both of them, and their words—their actions—made it clear that this was no longer just a game of possession. This was their twisted way of merging, of blending their desires until you were caught in the web of their shared claim. You were between them now—claimed by them both—and you couldn’t see a way out.

The air was heavy with anticipation, every breath you took fraught with the heat of their presence. Every kiss, every touch, pulled you deeper into their world, a world where only they existed, and you were a willing participant in their growing hunger.

You felt a shudder pass through you, not just from the intensity of their touches, but from the realization that this—what was happening now—wasn’t something you could easily walk away from.

And you weren’t sure you even wanted to.

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Shared. Consumed. Lost.

Their mouths were everywhere.

Aeri’s kisses grew deeper, more demanding, her fingers splayed across your lower back as she pressed you into the wall again, possessive and unyielding. Yizhou moved behind you like shadow and smoke, her mouth against your neck, collarbone, fingertips drawing circles just beneath the hem of your shirt—testing limits, teasing need.

You weren’t even sure where one ended and the other began.

Your thoughts—your voice—were gone. Stolen.

All you could do was feel.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like this had been planned all along. A silent agreement between them to share you, consume you, possess you together. And you—helpless in their grip—could only sink deeper into it.

“I want to hear you say it,” Aeri breathed against your lips, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back until her eyes locked with yours. “Tell us you’re ours.”

Yizhou’s voice followed, low and dangerous, right against your ear. “Tell us you want this.”

You opened your mouth to speak—but nothing came out. The words tangled in your throat, twisted with heat and shame and something terrifyingly close to need.

Aeri leaned closer, her lips brushing your jaw, voice so soft it felt like a spell. “We’ll make you feel things you’ll never forget.”

Yizhou’s hands slid up your torso, slow and deliberate, her voice the opposite—sharp, steady, and dark. “And you won’t belong to anyone else after this.”

You felt your knees nearly buckle under the weight of them both.

Then—suddenly—Aeri’s phone buzzed.

The moment shattered like glass.

She tensed, a frown flickering across her lips. “Shit.”

Yizhou’s eyes darkened instantly, hand tightening at your waist. “Who is it?”

Aeri glanced at the screen.

Then her expression changed. Cold. Alert.

Her gaze snapped to you. “We have to go.”

“What—” you managed, voice finally breaking through the haze. “Why?”

Yizhou pulled away from your neck, her hand lingering, her voice dropping into something sharp, serious.

“They’re watching.”

You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Aeri didn’t answer.

She grabbed your wrist and tugged you down the alleyway, Yizhou close behind. Their expressions had changed completely—no more teasing, no more heat. Just shadows.

You stumbled, breath catching as Aeri turned to face you again at the edge of the alley.

Her grip tightened.

Her voice low.

“Next time… we won’t stop.”

And then, behind her, in the distance—you swore you saw someone watching.

Still. Silent. Just out of reach.

Another presence.

Another threat.

Or something worse.

You turned to ask—but Aeri was already pulling you faster. Yizhou didn’t say a word.

And all you could think as they led you deeper into the dark was:

What have I gotten myself into?

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Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery during the school day so he asked what her issue was and she told him she was, well, aroused, so he chose to help her out, sitting the both of them on his bed and he begins to play with her as he leaned over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she came :3 Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^ !!

Thanks for sending this in! This was a really fun one, I do love it when Iida has a chance to shine. I hope you enjoy!

Content: Smut, some praise kink.

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It was such a simple thing.

You were catching up with your friends at Mina's desk before the start of class. You backed up and found yourself stumbling into a solid, sturdy body. Immediately, large hands settled on your hips, steadying you, and you were pulled back against a broad chest.

Tenya's voice, low and warm, was at your ear, "careful, darling," he murmured, and then he released you.

It was such a brief interaction, barely a few seconds, but it went straight between your legs. Your face filled with heat as you turned to look at your boyfriend who smiled kindly, innocently, at you, having no idea that he'd just managed to turn you on with no effort at all.

He tilted his head, "are you alright, (Name)? You're looking a little flushed," he fussed, stepping forward to press the inside of his wrist to your forehead. "You looked fine at breakfast, but if you weren't feeling well, you should have told me. I could have sent word to Aizawa-sensei and escorted you to Recovery Girl."

You chuckled softly, endeared as he fretted over you in that way that was just so Tenya. You took his hand from your forehead, holding it between your own. "I'm fine, Tenya," you assured him, squeezing his hand before letting it go. You would have loved to have teased him a bit, maybe stolen a few kisses just to give the sudden rush of desire you felt a small outlet, but Tenya wasn't comfortable with too much PDA, and neither were you, to be honest.

Tenya's cheeks reddened in a soft blush and he was about to say something else when Midoriya called to him from across the room. "Ah, excuse me, (Name)," he said and he went to see what his friend wanted, your eyes trailed over his retreating back with interest.

"Simp."

You turned to see Mina and Toru snickering at you.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes. You could drool over your boyfriend if you wanted to!

And you did.

You found yourself...distracted, during your morning classes. You kept thinking about Tenya, and all of the things you would rather be doing (to and with him) instead of sitting through boring lectures. It had you fidgeting in your seat, so aware of the heat, the ache, between your thighs.

"Are you sure you're alright, (Name)?" Tenya asked again as you both walked to lunch. "It seems like your mind's been elsewhere today, and you're still flushed."

"I'm sure," you said, and if you were a more reckless girl you'd be finding a way to drag him off to an empty classroom or a restroom for some relief. You bit your lip, considering for a moment, "it's not anything bad. I'll tell you after class, okay?" You knew he wouldn't let it go if you didn't give him something, but you weren't about to tell him you'd been having horny thoughts all day. Heaven knows at least one of you needed to be focused today, you were going to have to borrow his notes later as it was.

It was amusing as it was embarrassing to you. You normally weren't this pent up, it wasn't like Tenya neglected you in this respect, but damn if you weren't needy today!

With the promise that he would eventually get answers, Tenya dropped the subject for the rest of the day. He did, however, remain extra considerate of you, putting even more effort into doting on you, staying close to you in between classes and even sneaking (sneaking!) you some snacks. God, you loved him, and you wanted him all the more for it.

After class, you took Tenya by the hand led him back to your room in the dorms. Before he could ask or say anything, you were tugging his tall self into a heated kiss. Tenya was quick to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around you as he angled himself to meld your lips together more completely. His hands pressed into your back, holding you that much closer to himself and for a few moments, you had him thoroughly distracted.

"(N-Name)...?" he sounded so dazed, looking so enticingly ruffled as you both came up for air. His glasses were askew on his handsome face, and you felt the soft thrum of his engines, his entire body buzzing with the subtle vibrations.

You pressed yourself closer to him, your face was red and your desire was stronger than ever. "I have been...so horny all day," you told him shamelessly. Your hands wandered greedily up his sides and over his strong back, his clothes did nothing to hinder the splendid physique beneath them.

"Pardon?" he sounded so surprised and you couldn't help but laugh. The poor thing had been worrying after you all day only to find out that it was something like this that had been plaguing you, you couldn't help but find it funny.

"I've had you on my mind all day, I couldn't focus on anything else, I wanted you so bad," you felt how his breath hitched at your confession, his grip on you growing even tighter.

"It sounds like you've had a long day," Tenya's hand cupped your cheek and you looked up to see him looking back at you with a flustered, yet heated expression. His mouth quirked in an amused little grin, and he wet his lips with an eager tongue.

"You have no idea," you breathed.

"Well, (Name)," he cleared his throat, and you could feel the prodding of his growing erection, "if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to assist you."

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"Oh fuck, Tenya."

Tenya was nothing if not efficient, you quickly found yourself naked and sat between Tenya's legs, your back to his chest, one of your legs draped over his knee as he pumped his thick fingers inside of you. He mouthed at your shoulder, his other hand fondling your breast, squeezing the soft mound and rolling your nipple between deft fingers. Tenya had stripped down to the waist, his skin heated and you swore you could feel the beating of his heart between your shoulder blades.

"Does that feel good, love?" his voice was like velvet and it had your walls clenching on his digits, a gush of arousal coming forth and aiding the glide of his touch.

"Mm, yes, it's so good," you practically purred, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. Oh, this was just what you needed after being so pent up all day. Your hand rested over his, fingertips settling into the space between his fingers as he played with your tit, your thumb brushing over his skin. Your hips moved, angling to match his pace, grinding your clit into his palm, and your chest heaved. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself. "Keep going, Tenya."

Tenya groaned, kissing up your neck until his lips brushed your jaw. He shifted, subtly grinding his clothed erection against your bare ass, "you were already so wet when we started. You must have been in so much need all day," he gently, so gently, pinched your nipple, making you gasp. "I'm sorry darling, had I known sooner..."

"Would you have helped me at school?" you wondered with another roll of your hips, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a sinful smile. "Whisked me off to a quiet corner and- ah!- fingered me under my skirt?"

His fingers curled then and you moaned loud, mouth hanging open. He curled himself around you, squishing your body to his as he shuddered at your words, "if...if you wanted. You know I'd do anything you asked of me," his words were strained and earnest, coated in lust as you both got further worked up over the fantasy.

"I know," your hand reached back, fingers sifting into his hair. You scritched his scalp fondly, "you're such a good boy for me, Tenya."

"Hahh," his engines revved softly, and he grinded needily against you, the praise obviously getting to him. Not once did he stop his ministrations, and your orgasm was steadily building.

"I'm so close," you told him, gripping his hair. "Oh, oh fuck..."

"Let go, (Name)," he told you, his fingers pumping faster, curling and finding that special spot inside of you. "Please, I've got you."

You came with a squeal, your slick coating his fingers and the bedding. Your long-awaited release was so worth it, especially when Tenya held you tightly against his chest as you slowly came down.

His hand, the one currently not coated in your juices, came up to carefully brush your sweaty hair from your face. "Feeling better, darling?"

"Much better," you panted, feeling all loose and lax. You turned your head, kissing at his jaw until he dipped his head down and met your lips with his own. You shared some soft kisses with him until you felt like you could move again. You turned, rising to your knees between his spread legs and pressing your hands against his broad shoulders. Tenya fell back easily and you looked down at his flushed face and mussed hair, his red eyes dilated as they focused on you and only you.

You licked your lips, "but we're not done yet."

(Requests)

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Touch || 01

❤︎‬ pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

‪‪❤︎‬ genre : non idol au, college au, brothers best friend au, childhood enemies to lovers, love triangle, smut / angst / fluff

‪‪❤︎‬ word count : 2k

‪‪❤︎‬ warnings : reader is 20, jk is 22. reader n jk are both health majors ( reader- nursing, jk- medicine ) jk is an asshole, reader hates him. bickering (lots more to come..) umm that's it for this chapter lmk if I missed anything !

❤︎‬ a/n : hi :) im back after almost two months.. wow.. i hope this series im starting helps make up for inactivity !! ive had this idea on my mind for a while tbh, i just didnt know how to execute it but i finally had motivation yay ! i think ill probably keep this short, maximum 10 chapters just in case i disappear again.. ill probably keep the word count on the lower side just so its not a hassle to read too. anyways enough of my yapping, i hope you enjoy !! ^_^

“I’d like you to be my teacher’s aide.”

See, now those weren’t the words you were expecting to hear when your professor told you he wanted to speak with you after class.

You thought that he was going to speak to you about your grades. Maybe you didn’t do well on the last research paper you turned in. Or maybe he found out you helped that girl cheat on her test that one at the beginning of the year.

So hearing your professor ask you to be his teacher’s aide caught you off guard.

You weren’t completely opposed to the idea. God knew you could use the money.

You just weren’t sure you wanted to deal with the students that would come up to you blaming you for their bad grades, when they didn’t even do the work. But then again, the money was nice. You didn’t have time for a real job, and your lifestyle was rather expensive. Your brother Namjoon was getting fed up with paying for almost all of your stuff.

That’s the only reason you accepted the job, because you thought about how said brother Namjoon would be on your ass and give you one of his lectures about how he wasn’t your father and you were perfectly capable of providing for yourself.

When you accepted the job though, you thought you would just have to grade papers, maybe help make lesson plans and PowerPoints. You didn’t know you would have actually to tutor students.

Right now, you wanted to hit your professor for not telling you who you had to tutor. Not just once, like with the other kids. No, he said you would probably have to tutor this guy for the whole semester.

It would’ve been fine, if it was literally any other person. But no, of course the person you had to tutor was Jeon fucking Jungkook.

You really didn’t like Jungkook. You haven’t since you were kids. You guys were complete opposites. As a kid, you were more on the quiet side. You only focused on school, the thing you were interested in the moment, and your few friends. While Jungkook was everything you hated. He was loud, arrogant. He was the type of kid you would beg your teacher to move if you got sat next to him.

You tried to like him, but he made it near impossible. From the fights you had in elementary school, to the pranks he would play in middle school, to the way he would bicker with you just to get a rise out of you in high school. He was one of the most insufferable people you knew.

The only reason why you dealt with Jungkook for so long is because he was Namjoon’s best friend. For the longest time you wondered how Namjoon could even tolerate him. Yet, they were inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

As you got older, Jungkook (mostly) grew out of his antics. Now that you were in college, you barely talked. You tried to avoid him as much as you could. But in the few times you did interact with him, he would just make teasing remarks and small comments about little things.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

“And there.. Jungkook, can you please focus so we can get this over with?” you huffed out, setting your pen down.

He was slouched in his chair, paying attention to everything but what you were trying to teach him. He was impossible. It was like trying to teach Algebra to a baby.

He groaned, sitting up to finally look at the page. He skims over the picture, which was an x-ray of a body highlighting the skeletal system. “Fine.” he said reluctantly.

You pointed back at the page, hoping that when you spoke your irritation wasn’t evident. You knew he was acting dumb just to get a rise out of you, and fuck him, because it was working.

“Okay, what are the different types of bone cells and what do they do?” you asked, glancing at his face. His eyes were squinted, as if he was deep in thought. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was actually in thought. Before he gave the stupid ass answer he did.

“…are all cells in your body not the same? I thought animal cells were the same.”

You had to run a hand over your face and take a deep breath to prevent yourself from screaming at him in this quiet library. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” you asked.

The thing is, Jungkook wasn’t dumb. No, he was actually really smart. It was just the fact that he never did work. Or even attended the classes. He skipped his classes often, going to do god knows what. (Most of the time it was to meet up with and sleep with girls.)

He smiled at you, that damn cocky smile that always made you want to strangle him. “Because I like seeing how angry you get. You’re cute when you’re mad, angel.”

You glared at him. You were used to his flirty comments, because you knew he never meant them. He only said them to get a rise out of you, so you never showed a reaction.

“I told you not to call me that.” you muttered, your voice snappier than before.

He tilted his head, his smile growing bigger. “I know. But I’m still gonna call you it.”

The nickname probably wouldn’t bug you so much if it wasn’t for the fact that he only used it in a teasing way. Ever since middle school, he would jab at the fact that you were this perfect child. He would call you angel, mary, probably ten other nicknames that you couldn’t even remember.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene. You did not want to get kicked out of the library just because Jungkook was acting like a baby.

“Let’s try this again.” you spoke, your voice calculated, slow. “What do osteoblasts do?”

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking at you. “I have no idea what those are.”

Your eye twitched. You knew you shouldn’t have been expecting more from him, considering he never went to class, but this was just outrageous.

“Do you not.. ask people what happens in class after the fact? Jungkook, how the hell do you expect to pass this class when you don’t even show up?”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “Hey, I don’t need a lecture from you, missy.”

“No, you need to get your shit together. You wanna get your degree and get the hell up out of here, don’t you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated, letting out a hum. “Hm, I dunno. I kinda like being able to have all the girls I want. You know, most of them aren’t uptight bitches like you-“

“Okay, you know what? We’re done here. Bye.” you said abruptly, having enough of him for the day. Right about then you were remembering why you hated him so much when you were younger.

He sat his chair down on all four legs and whined. “Oh, come on, angel. Don’t be like that. Don’t you get paid per session?”

You ignored him, continuing to pack your things before storming out of the private study room. You seriously could not deal with that man. And you had to tutor him for the rest of the semester. Yeah, fuck your life.

“Jungkook told me you’re his new tutor, said that you flipped out and ran away earlier.”

Namjoon’s voice came from the front door as he brought in the bags of food you ordered.

“Whatever. I didn’t flip out, I left because I think I would have punched him in the face if I listened to him talk for one more minute.” you corrected, getting up from the couch to help him bring in the bags.

He snorted, starting to take boxes out of the bags. The smell of the food, both sweet and savory filled the kitchen, making your stomach growl.

“I can’t believe I have to tutor him for the rest of the damn semester. Can you believe he’s already failed the class once? What an idiot!!” you ranted, shaking your head as you slammed your hand down on the counter.

“He can be smart. When he wants to be. And when he actually goes to class.” Namjoon replies.

“I know. That’s what pisses me off. How is he always skipping class to meet girls? Then he acts clueless, and he only does it because he wants to see me angry. He said it’s cute!! He doesn’t even take me seriously!” you grumbled, snatching your box of food before plopping back onto the couch. Namjoon followed, watching your outburst in slight amusement. He had always thought you and Jungkook’s rivalry was funny.

“You know you’ve gotta get along with him to get the money. I already told you-“

“I know.” you groaned, shutting him up. “Ugh, but can’t you just keep buying me everything? I liked it when it was like that?” you whined.

“No. Because you ask me for stupid shit.”

“What? No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“Name one stupid thing I’ve made you buy.”

Namjoon pauses, staring at you, before beginning to list things. “Those birria bombs off Tiktok shop, that skincare off of Temu that you never even got, a pair of headphones when you already had one-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I can justify all of those!!” you lift your hands up in a defensive gesture. Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue.”

“Cmon, I really couldn’t turn down the birria bombs. They were on sale! You can’t even deny that dinner was good for 3 nights when we got them.” you pointed at him, and he just stared back at you.

“Then the skincare.. it was a full set. I really had to get it. It was supposed to come with pimple patches and all! Fuck Temu. And-and the headphones.. I needed a backup. Then a backup for the backup.”

“You have a spending addiction.” Namjoon said, after just blankly staring at you for a few long moments.

“No I don’t.” you denied, taking a bite of your chicken.

“Please get yourself a boyfriend. Preferably a really rich one, so he can waste his money on buying you pointless shit instead of me. I can’t remember the last time my wallet hasn’t been crying for a break.” he says, fake sorrow in his voice.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you pout.

Namjoon laughed, reverting the conversation back to the original topic. “Seriously ___, you’ve gotta get along with him. You can’t back out of it. The semester only goes by faster when you don’t completely hate him.”

You sighed heavily. He was right. You were never going to get through this semester if you didn’t find a way to get on good terms with Jungkook.

“Really, he’s nice-“

“No he’s not!!” you interrupt, sitting up straight on the couch. “He’s an asshole!”

“Because you’ve been an asshole to him.” Namjoon deadpans. You furrow your brows. Of course you’ve been an asshole to him! He’s been one to you since you were kids!

“Because he’s been one to me!!” you say defensively, and Namjoon just gives you a look.

“So do you see the cycle?” he asks, calmly. A complete contrast to your tone. But you were always like this when you complained about Jungkook. He irked a nerve in you that nobody else could. It honestly was a talent.

Namjoon did have a point. If you continued down this road, you were just going to go in circles with Jungkook like you’ve been doing your whole life. You slouched down, not even responding to Namjoon’s question. He knew you were defeated when you just took another bite of your chicken.

He took a sip of his drink, before speaking again. In that same, calm tone. It always amazed you how calm he could be when you were on the verge of going insane.

“Talk to him. Have a normal conversation with him. He can be nice if you can be nice.” You turned your head to look at him, giving him a pleading look. When he just stared back at you, you let out a big sigh.

“Fine.”

Fuck Jungkook. You were getting through this semester. Whether he wanted to cooperate or not. You were tutoring him, and you were getting that damn money. So if that meant attempting to be nice to him, you could do that. Even if it felt like it would be the death of you.

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[statusquoergo]

“Come on.”

“Uh?”

Diane looks up as Naomi stands and holds out her hand as if this isn't a ridiculously careless thing she's asking her to do, as if neither of them has the good sense to mention that neither one of them has any idea what they're getting themselves into. As if neither of them might be walking straight into a trap of their own making, or nothing much will change at all and they'll forget about each other in a month, or a few days. As if it's a risk worth taking to find out which.

As if there's anything else to do today.

“I'm not going to the hospital.”

“I know.” Naomi reaches a little closer. “I have a first aid kit at home.”

Enough to get them through, that's all. Enough for now.

“You know how to wrap it?” Diane asks as she takes Naomi's hand to pull herself up, as though the answer might change her mind somehow. Naomi smiles a little, as though she knows it just as well that it won't.

“Yeah.” She sets Diane's hand down on her shoulder. “It's not far, come on. I'll carry you down the stairs.”

“You'll drop me.”

“I will not.” Naomi urges her forward, along the concrete path out of the park. “I mean I'm just offering, I don't have to.”

It's a nice gesture, though, isn't it? It was a nice thought.

They walk slowly down the street, stepping more or less in sync past the general store with the baking supplies just past the doorway, turning at the corner to walk toward the coin laundry that's open even at three in the morning and also on holidays. A hand-drawn poster in the window of the discount shoe store across the street loudly advertises VACUUMS REFURBISHED while a Times New Roman printout on the telephone cubicle in the middle of the block offers “suitable compensation” in exchange for willing test subjects, No Questions Please; a few steps farther along stands an apartment building that somehow looks like it's missing a couple of stories, and Diane shifts her weight to her good leg as Naomi steps away to fumble with the lock on the front door.

“It's the door on the left,” Naomi says, the door sticking only slightly as she shoves it open. “When you get to the basement.”

She opens the first door on the right, a stairwell that only leads down.

“Upstairs is that door over there, but I don't know any of the neighbors, so. I'm not gonna introduce you to anyone.”

That's fine. Diane doesn't want to know any of them, either.

Naomi walks down the stairs first and doesn't try to carry her.

“Bathroom's at the end of the hall,” she says. “The taps aren't broken, the water's just cold when it's cold outside and warm when it isn't, but if you let it run for a little while, it'll...fix itself. And make sure you don't touch the water heater, it's metal and it gets really hot sometimes.”

Diane clutches the wooden banister nailed to the wall as she limps her way down and wonders how much of all this she's supposed to remember. All of it, probably. It isn't very complicated.

Naomi unlocks the door on the left and holds it open.

“You can sit on the bed.”

It's good of her to offer. It isn't much of a bed, really, more of a mattress pushed into the corner, but that isn't exactly a surprise, and it's good of her to offer all the same.

“Thanks,” Diane says, a little too late to seem quite natural. Naomi hums a disinterested acknowledgment and doesn't seem to mind.

“Take off your shoes.”

Diane promptly unties her sneakers, placing them on the floor beside the bed as Naomi kneels in front of her with a roll of ACE bandage in her hand and her eyes focused on Diane's ankle like she's the only attending physician in the entire complex who doesn't have better things to do with her time than tend to something as trivial as all this. Diane should count herself lucky the timing worked out the way that it did.

Lucky, was it? It's about time.

The single bulb in the overhead light flickers a little as if a public execution has just disrupted the power grid, or someone's turned on too many air conditioners at once and blown a fuse a few floors up.

“Don't worry about it,” Naomi says. Diane doesn't bother to assure her that she wasn't.

[walmart-miku]

Ok so a vast majority of us are familiar with the Gigantomachia arc in ORV but I took a classical myth class and obviously did my final project on ORV (bc it was to take a modern retelling of a greek myth and relate it to the original/classical myth version). But there are so many layers to Heracle’s involvement in Gigantomachia omg.

So in ORV, both the original myth of Gigantomachia and elements of Heracles’s myths are referenced during the Gigantomachia arc. The version of Gigantomachia in ORV most closely resembles Apollodorus's account from the 2nd century BCE. (This is also the Gigantomachia myth that my professor had my class examine)

For those unfamiliar with Apollodorus’s telling, Gaia, angered by Olympus’s victory over the Titans, enlists the help of Ouranos to birth the giants and exact revenge on the Olympians. The giants, invulnerable to the gods alone, wage war on Olympus. Gaia also tries to make the giants invulnerable to humans as well with a special herb but Zeus manages to get it before she can. Recognizing their limitations, the Olympians call upon Heracles, who deals the killing blow to the giants, securing Olympus's victory. (very similar to the version in the Percy Jackson Gods and Heroes book for those who know)

For Heracles, the way he’s portrayed in ORV deviates significantly from the original myth. In classic Greek mythology, Heracles is a demigod and son of Zeus. He commits some Greek crimes and has to do 10 labors for his evil asshole of a cousin that's also a king.  However, in ORV, Heracles is not a real hero but a construct—a composite of stories curated by Olympus to create the ultimate soldier. Heracles is not a constellation or incarnation, but rather a tool made to be used in Gigantomachia. The decision to portray Heracles as a construct stems from the Greek mythological timeline. According to Greek myth, Heracles was born after Gigantomachia and therefore could not have realistically existed during the events of Gigantomachia; however, Heracles does appear in Gigantomachia. (In class we were told to disregard this discrepancy and chalk it up to it being myth and fiction.) However, ORV addresses myth like it is reality. Yoo Sangah asks about this inconsistency, which allows reader’s to clue into what Kim Dokja already knows (from having read WOS NOT because he has a background in greek myth like Yoo Sangah does)

Furthermore, in my class, we discussed how in classical myths, Zeus created Heracles to enforce xenia on Earth. Xenia is the ancient Greek concept of being good to strangers. It’s basically the “love thy neighbor” of Ancient Greece, only more extreme. (Can’t turn away strangers because what if it’s Zeus or a different god, etc.) In ORV, the creation of Heracles differs with “Zeus, the god of lightning, had sowed his seed in preparation for Gigantomachia. As always, the 'seed' here was a metaphor. Zeus feared the giants and collected miscellaneous hero stories from across the world.” (ORV Chapter 330: Ep. 62 - God's Enemy, III). Zeus takes these hero stories and fragments and turns them into Heracles. These fragments include the 12 tasks and come together to create the story that is Heracles. But even though the way Heracles has been created has changed, he is still made for the same purpose. And that is to be a weapon and tool for Zeus to use to enforce his ideals.

With how ORV reimagines Gigantomachia as a recurring scenario staged by Olympus to prevent the giants from rising again. Each repetition of the scenario ensures Olympus's victory, reinforcing their dominance and the story. Due to this fact, Olympus creates Heracles as a weapon and retells the story of their success as a way to manipulate the system. The gods perpetuate the Gigantomachia narrative not only as a tool for victory but as a fabricated story made from fragmented myths. By repeatedly telling this false version of Gigantomachia, Olympus solidifies its victory anecdote within the scenario, ensuring their triumph against the giants every time. According to Kim Dokja, "Once it becomes a story, it can be said to originally exist. Isn't it amazing?" (ORV Chapter 330: Ep. 62 - God's Enemy, III). In other words, ORV explains how a “false” tale can become a real story. This accounts for how traditional Greek mythology describes Olympus’s victory through the involvement of Hercules despite the clear timeline discrepancies, as seen in Apollodorus’s The Library of Greek Mythology, Book I, The revolt of the Giants, “The others [giants] were destroyed by Zeus, who struck them with thunderbolts; and all of them, in their death throes, were shot with arrows by Heracles.” 

In addition, in older tellings of the world’s creation, Gigantomachia does not exist or is not written. For example, in The Theogony by Hesiod, Gigantomachia doesn’t exist. The Theogony was written before The Library of Greek Mythology, meaning that with how Heracles is a false story in ORV and was likely created for Gigantomachia then it makes sense for Gigantomachia to have been a story that became popular or well known later due to the effect of repeating Gigantomachia so that Olympus wins. 

I don’t know, this is a really long ramble but I think it’s amazing how Shingshong can take classical greek myth and it’s inconsistencies to create a new and compelling story about Olympus. It’s the perfect blend of familiar well known myths with a well done twist to it from how the Star Stream functions. It’s also just super impressive to me how well thought out the whole Giganotmachia arc is since I would have never realized how much thought went into ORV’s version of Heracles if I hadn’t taken this college class.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

You ever have one of those professors where you're just like... how? How are you,, employed? Y'know, as an instructor. A teacher. Someone who is supposed to teach. How did you get here because, in the least mean way I can possibly say it, so fucking bad at your job?

[steampunk-raven]

so so eepy

[earl-grey-crow]

taking history for so long is funny because names start becoming familiar and it's like

[eats-the-stars]

everybody who went to a private catholic school name the craziest personal belief an instructor lectured the class on.

i'll go first: mentally disabled people are free of original sin, just like animals, so they get a free pass to heaven

[bambiraptorx]

Currently debating the pros and cons of having Draxum teach at the turtles' school in MCMT

Pros:

It would be really funny

[dideki]

also today me and an exchange student i became tentative but earnest friends with over the semester realised we're probably never going to see each other again it's all so strange how quickly you can start missing people

[al-mayriti]

these last few lectures in oblivion studies, memory activism, decommemoration and similar stuff have been so so draining cause the professor talked about the political use of oblivion. the intentional oblivion. how memory activism is good and should work with the institutions to facilitate transitions from non-democratic to democratic regimes. and then i think about spain and how terrible was the transition and the institutions created maybe too late and the oblivion and how everything seems to go for the worse and. it's no surprise i've been having massive anxiety these past few days.

[supercantaloupe]

sequel to "how do i focus in class when someone is singing voi che sapete in another room": how do i focus in class when someone is singing dies bildnis ist bezaubernd schön in another room

[collecting--stardust]

Triage is such an interesting topic I felt like I'm not even studying and instead reading on a random topic I'm accidentally hyperfixate on

[zemnarihah]

the thing is i'm so ready for this semester to be over buuuut i really don't want to go on summer break... maybe it would be nice if i didn't have to work but like. lol. basically i just hate the feeling of not really relaxing but not having a structured way to work on my actual goals and interests.

[queer-reader-07]

i think the point of life is to sit at my desk, write about love, and do it all while dressed far too nicely than sitting at home necessitates