#someone will sit down and make a STATEMENT and i'm just '...huh. really?'

[yeppeun-riaa]

What do you think their type of girl is: ran, rindou, sanzu and kakucho

TR BOYS AND THEIR TYPE

MDNI 18+

Not proofread. Idk why rans own is the shortest because hes my fav😫, I got carried away with the rest😭,hope you enjoy tho, thank you for the ask💕!

⋆RAN

Ran is into brats! women that are stubborn, women that have an attitude that will be the death of them, women that are way to dramatic and clingy, overall just downright bratty, he'd love to put them in their place when they decide to bitch out on him, he's sadistic and loves to watch them cry while he punishes them.

'You really thought you'd get away after pulling that shit? Then fucking think again, whore, you should be glad I'm putting that dirty mouth of yours to good use' he'd say through gritted teeth while using your mouth th get himself off.

ALSO. He likes when she plays hard to get, he always up for a challenge. I think he'd also be into very studious girs, like student council, top of all her classes type shit because it boosts his ego, and melts his heart, knowing that someone so uptight would crumble within mere seconds under his touch.

⋆RINDOU

He honestly just loves women, he really isn't that picky when it comes to his type but he would fall 10× harder for a girl if she was clingy and really into pda. You might disagree but I think rindou is a moderate fan of pda😭 he just loves all the attention he'd get.... The fact that his girlfriend would always want to hold hands or want him to have his anywhere on her body, a girl that just needs him would ignite a fire in him, he may not show it but he enjoys being wanted...

Your mouth hung agape and you saw stars as rindou thrusted into you at an inhumane pace, all while bending you almost painfully over the sink. "Fuck—rin!" You cried as his hand came down on your ass, you looked like a mess as you locked gaze with yourself in the mirror, tears streaming down your face, makeup all ruined while rindou pounded into you from behind. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself huh?" He says punctuating each word with a slap to your behind. "Don't fucking cry, you wanted this and now you'll take everything I give you and thank me after" yeah... when you came back to the others it was pretty obvious what went down.

⋆SANZU

He likes himself a bimbo, a woman that's that kind, caring, innocent and downright stupid, a girl that's book smart, but stupid in anything else. The type dumb of girl that walks around in tight clothes and thinks the men staring at her being friendly, of course he gets annoyed when she fails to realize that someone is flirting with her, or when she ask the most dumb question and won't stop fucking talking, but it's okaayyy, he loves to shut her up and teach her a lesson!!

"W-wait haru! too much" you'd yelp from your spot on the bed, trying to break free from your restraints to tug him away from your aching pussy. He smirks and runs his tongue up your slit, sticking one more finger into your tight littel hole and sucking harshly on your clit, "you're a fucking whore, if i didn't know any better I'd think you did that on purpose because you wanted a punishment" he spat harshly at you, you lost count of how many times you came, all you were sure of was that he needed to stop because it was all too much. "Baby I'm sorry! I di-didn't know he was flirting", he scoffs slapping your cunt making tears form on your waterline, "how could you not know? He was all up in your fucking face, talking about he could be better to you than me, are you dumb, or just dumb." It was a statement, not a question and you mourned seeing him sit up to undo his pants, it was gonna be a long fucking night.

⋆KAKUCHO

Kakucho is another one that just loves women♡ he's smitten for women that are confident, it drives him crazy (in a good way) when a girl is passionate and radiates good energy. That popular girl that everyone knows and loves, the girl that every guy wants, the girl that everyone would throw hands for if she ever cried. He wants that type of girl so he can be there for her, and see the side of her no one else gets to. Even the sad side that she never shows, he'll take great pride that he was able to break down her walls and be the only one too see her In that different night. He want to be the one that makes the false happiness, that no one else could detect, real.

"Shh, it's okay" he'd whisper sweet nothings I to your ear at night while he made love to you. Some nights rough, others slow and sensual, it all depended on how you felt, and right now you were sad, all you wanted was the him to love on you, melt all the sadness away. And that's exactly what he would do.

[kryannoy]

Hii! Can we have another yandere Andrew graves x reader?

genre: (i don't know what to call this)

character: yandere!andrew graves x reader

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, andrew traumatizing/scaring the reader, obsessive, possessive

He's cruel. So cruel.

But he loves you madly. Dearly.

And he wants you only for himself. No one can get you.

And the only way to make sure you understand that, is by breaking your heart and rebuilding it himself.

You and Andrew have been friends for quite some time now. In high school, he was the quiet kid with few friends and you were you, just living your life. He would never have noticed you if it weren't for when you made him realize that some kids were bullying him with running a few errands for them. It opened his eyes when you smacked him with a statement; "You know they're just using you to their advantage."

Call him dumb, yes, but he sincerely thought they were just asking for help. He didn't mind it and maybe that's because he's so used to running errands for his younger sister, despite being the older sibling.

Ever since that day, he stopped accepting those "helps" and you decided to approach him more often. You both talked so much and learned so much of each other that he fell in love with you without you realizing. Andrew has always been a chill and nonchalant guy so you often overlook his emotions, not including the times that he can be sassy. But his demeanor makes it easy to talk to and you enjoyed it.

When you started to hang out with Andrew, some of the kids took it as you were showing pity to him. Or you approached him with a trick up your sleeve. Be it all those rumours, Andrew didn't care. He knows you're not that kind of person from all your conversations, your behavior, your gestures. They were all genuine.

After you both graduated high school, he still wanted to keep in touch and you didn't mind. Both of you meet up at your free time and when college starts, he 'coincidentally' got into the same university as you. And how excited was he to see you and the thought of seeing you every single day.

But how awfully mad was he to find out you liked some guy at your part-time workplace.

Andrew tried to keep you from coming to work, or convince you that guy is just another flirty guy who's playing with your feelings. But of course, his efforts went in vain as you somehow landed a date with your crush.

"Y/N, he's not taking this seriously! Don't go on that stupid date."

"Andrew, I understand you're worried. But what if you're wrong?" You say as you keep rummaging through your wardrobe for what to wear. Fancy? Cute? Casual? "Besides, I'm not a kid and you're not my mother, Andy."

He rolls his eyes at the nickname. He felt a sting at your little comment. You really don't see him as someone more than a friend, huh? How is he going to change your mind?

You hold up two shirts in front of you and show them to Andrew so he can choose but Andrew isn't looking at you anymore. You notice the small pout he has on his handsome face and immediately you put down your clothes. You sit next to him on the bed and pull his face to you.

"What made you so mad, hmm? Is it because of my little comment?"

He raises an eyebrow with an unbothered look.

"Because I called you 'Andy'? Or because I'm not listening to you for still wanting to go on a date with him?"

". . . All of it." He may be upset with you right now but he still savours your warm touch on his cheek before you let go.

"Andrew," you sigh. "Look, I know you mean well but relationships are never going to be like a fairytale. It needs trial-and-error. So, let me go on this date and see how it goes, yeah?" You smile that sweet smile so he can change his mind instead. Gosh, he wished he could kiss you right now.

"And if you end up crying?"

"I'll come to you and you'll be my shoulder to cry on?" You giggle at this.

Oh, he will. He will make sure you come back crawling to him and never disobey him again.

Andrew tickles your sides and you shrieked. You hear his chuckle indicating his mood has changed for the better a bit. It changed because he has a plan set up.

"And I would have the right to say 'I told you so'!"

-

The day of your stupid date has come and he's all set. He's nervous whether the plan will work or not, but in everyone's right mind, anyone would be heartbroken to see their crush kissing another person that's not them.

You were all dolled up it made his expression dark and deadly. Anyone walking by would be running after their lives.

He allows you to have fun with your date to let you have high hopes for something you would never get in the first place, just to be crushed and make you disgusted by that boy. He brought along his little sister, Ashley, for the plan.

"You're so weird, Andy," Ashley provoked while waiting for the perfect time to move. "You're letting your dear little sister kiss some random guy just for a girl?"

"As if you're not a slut with your boobs always sticking out," Andrew spits back. "And don't call me Andy."

Ashley rolls her eyes as she mutters under her breath, "Goes to show that you have been ogling at it like a weirdo."

"She's leaving. Go, now." Despite the little comment, she still obliges her brother and went after the boy you were dating. Andrew wasn't sure where you're going but the plan was once you return to your date, you'll be seeing a big surprise.

And surprise it was to see your dream boy talking to a girl, smiling and laughing and ending up kissing. Ashley notices your return. Thinking that this was enough sight for your sore eyes, she stuck her tongue out into the boy's mouth and pressed her boobs more into his chest.

Andrew admits he felt really bad for you but this is the only way to get you and make you understand that you don't need anyone else but him.

When the two parts themselves, you can see the boy's eyes filled with want before changing into guilt and fear once noticing you. And you really felt disgusted. You walked up to him and slapped your anger across his face.

"Oof, didn't know you had a girlfriend," Ashley says to act it out.

You heard your name being called by the boy after you left them and ran back home. In your room, miscalls and texts are lining up in your phone but you ignore all of them. There's no way you're going to let him explain what happened. There's no explanation to that evidence. The only person you want to calm you down is one tap away. But then, he would say "I told you so" because he was right and he claimed it. Gosh, you should've listened to him.

Your thumb hover over Andrew's contact but you hear a knock at your door. It must be one of your parents. You wipe your tears and suppress your anger.

"Yeah?" Before you could even tell them to come in or go away, the door opens and reveals Andrew instead. There goes the first person yet the last person you want to see. "Andrew?"

"I'm here." He walks in, closes the door behind him and engulfs you into an embrace. His warmth, his reassuring hug without saying anything, his presence; it all made you burst into tears once again.

"I should've listened to you," you sob into his shoulder, wetting his sweater. He's glad you couldn't see his face because he was smiling widely from his successful plan. He's sure, with this you'll be traumatized to find another man, traumatized that you might be disappointed again. And from here on, he'll have to make sure he'll always be there by your side whenever you need. Be it running errands for you, buying snacks that you can get yourself, or when you're lonely and sad, he'll be there for you to show that he's the only guy who would never betray, never cheat, and never make you run away.

All of these thoughts excite him that he didn't realize he kissed your head. Thankfully, you didn't push him away in disgust. That's the first step.

"I told you so."

[scarletwinterxx]

your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

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FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

end.

[eggtartz]

Hi Alin! I hope you are well and that your end of the year was very good. Can I request Mikey, Ran, Rindou and Chifuyu reacting to s/o staring at them (can be in public or in the presence of the gang) and the boys just ask her what she's looking at and she just says "I'm looking at my future husband"? Ty, be safe

a/n : thankyou for requesting anon <3

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mikey

your boyfriend was busy discussing about who knows what with draken while you were staring at him intently. the way he scrunches his nose and exhales dramatically, it never fails to bring a smile on your face. draken went to buy some dessert while mikey stayed with you. you moved closer to him stroked his blonde hair. "hm? what's wrong y/n? are you bored?" the man asked. you shooked your head. "nothing, it's just my future husband looks really handsome that's all" you said making mikey blushed and averted his gaze. you could see his ears were red and he couldn't even look at you. "o-oh? uh, good for him then.." he said while still looking away.

chifuyu

he was helping you with your mathematics homework while baji and ryusei was napping nearby. you couldn't help at how attractive chifuyu looked when he's super focused and when he's smart, knowing what he's doing. while chifuyu was doing the math you were subconsciously staring at him. "y/n? hello? earth to y/n?" he poked your forehead that snapped you out from your daze. "oh sorry chifuyu what was that?" chifuyu tilted his head "why are you staring? is there something wrong with my hair or something?" you smiled at him while ruffling his hair "no, i just thought that im currently looking at my future husband" the statement made chifuyu choked, baji and ryusei already laughing in the background when they're seeing chifuyu red. "g-gosh y/n.."

ran

"KAKUCHO!" the scarred man looked at you who was panting, eyes wild searching for someone. "HAVE YOU SEEN MY FUTURE HUSBAND?" kakucho frowned so much he's worried wrinkles are going to grow on his face earlier than expected. "your.. future husband? who's that y/n?" kakucho asks genuinely confused. it wasn't until you heard the lift dinged when kakucho sighed exhaustingly. "MY FUTURE WIFE!" the older haitani yelled when he got out from the lift. you two dramatically ran in slow motion and hugged each other. kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, tired with your shenanigans.

rindou

rindou was slouching around, your arm draped over him. it was a lazy day, the two of you wanted to go on a date but unfortunately it was raining so the two of you were stuck at the tenjiku hideout. rindou kept frowning as the members did a lot of mistakes with their fighting skills so he sighed a lot. ran kept checking on you two, finding some way so the two of won't get bored. alas, the older brother found some old, sketchy board game and asked the tenjiku higher ups to sit down and play. it was odd to see deliquents playing board games but they were bored so why not. rindou won the game that he cheered loudly, booing at the others. you looked at him while smiling "my future husband won huh?" izana looked at you and gave a sly smirk as they nudged the now quiet rindou. "okay rin you need to invite everyone to the wedding yeah? or you know what? let's get the two of you married right here!" mochi dragged your ass with rindou's to stand and he became the priest who pretended to wed the two of you. rindou blushed furiously, the teasing too much for him.

[shadowynn]

| the paradigm complex | two |

pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

genre: yandere!vampire!cult!poly! ateez au

warnings: yandere behavior, cursing

They'll do whatever you ask. Anything you need. Anything you want. It's yours. They'll fulfill your every desire and whim. Give you the life you had always dreamed about.

And in exchange, you wouldn't just give them your soul. Oh, no. They weren't demons. What good was your soul alone when your purpose was better served alive and well? Your soul was nice, sure but it wasn't all they wanted. It wasn't all they needed. They needed your body, your mind. Your blood. You entirely. Every single fiber of your being was essential and would soon be theirs and theirs alone.

The moment you signed that contract, everything would change. For them and for you.

You just didn't know it yet.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

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a/n: okay, okay, so i totally went into this as like a fun little side project, so i was and still am absolutely blown away by the support you all gave me for part one. like, i was not expecting that at all and just want to thank you all for all the love you sent my way and i'm so appreciative of you all. i totally planned on getting this part out sooner, but writer's block hit a little hard and i spent more time editing and rewriting than the first part due to the interest the part received. so, once again, thank you all so much and i hope you enjoy part two. :)

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"You're really going to wait and pretend to leave when she gets here and then sneak your way inside?" Seonghwa's arms crossed, shifting his weight against the doorway to the front office when he saw San idling near the building's entrance. "Just so you can 'accidentally' bump into her and introduce yourself."

"Yup," San replied without any hint of shame, simply bouncing on the balls of his feet next to the entrance. "It's only right that I go out of my way to introduce myself since we will be living right next door to each other and make sure she knows I'll be right there if there's ever anything she needs."

"Oh, wow, really? Who would have known?" Wooyoung's voice floated out from further within the office, heavy with sarcasm. "It's not like you haven't rubbed that fact in about a hundred times by now."

"Shut up, Woo. We all know you, Seonghwa, and Yeosang are going to get to see her the most." San's smirk slipped. "After all, you are the ones who'll be getting to work with her."

"Perhaps, but why do I get the feeling someone will be abusing their power to tweak the schedules and benefit themselves." Wooyoung's voice grew louder as he left his desk and made his way to the doorway Seonghwa leaned against, stretching out the muscles in his back from sitting. "I wonder who that would be, huh?" His eyes narrowed in Seonghwa's direction.

"Well, I am the senior manager." The elder made no attempt to rebuke Wooyoung's statement, simply smirking at the implication.

"A title you only got by fucking age, you bastard." Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "And if I start to notice a trend, I'm going to tell Hongjoong someone hasn't been playing fair."

"And you don't think he's not going to use his seniority to influence her either?" Seonghwa asked, shifting his position against the doorway. "We might all be sharing, but that doesn't mean it won't come down to every man for himself when it comes to who gets to have her first. And we all know playing fair won't be a part of this game."

At the thought of finally having you, finally tasting you, San was unable to keep his fangs from growing as a newfound thirst took over. His tongue rolled over their sharpened points, the image of your body beneath him and the supple skin of your neck bare and exposed just for him, all but begging for him to take you, filling his head.

"It'll be a while until we fully get to savor her though," Wooyoung interrupted San's thoughts, taking note of the direction his mind had gone from the fangs that had extruded past his lips. "Yeosang says she reeks of him. It'll be a few weeks before we get his blood out of her system."

"What was it I said?" Yeosang interrupted their conversation when he suddenly rounded the corner from the stairs, a cup of tea in hand and looking like he had just tumbled out of bed with the messy state of his hair and the yawn that followed. "Oh," his face fell, "she's not here yet."

"Fucking hell," Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. "You too?"

"Me too, what?" Yeosang cocked his head, an overtly innocent expression on his face as his thumb pointed to the mailboxes at his right. "I'm just here to get my mail."

"Dressed like that?" Seonghwa's eyes glittered dangerously as he took in the casual outfit Yeosang wore, the tight-fitting sweatpants and loose tank exposing his sides all but screaming for attention. For your attention. "And precisely," he paused to check the time on his watch, "two minutes before she's supposed to be here?"

"Precisely," Yeosang smirked and took a sip of his tea, making no further move to get his mail like he had claimed.

"And here I was thinking you were better than this."

"Then clearly you don't know me half as well as you think you do if you believe I'm going to waste an opportunity as this one." There was a slight edge to his tone, yet his expression remained playful, reminding Seonghwa and the others of the darker side beneath Yeosang's generally easy going attitude.

It had been a long time since someone had piqued his interest anywhere close to where you had, and his reaction only served to excite the others even more. If you had him this riled up, this eager for your attention, you must have been something quite extraordinary.

"I am the one who found her, after all," he quipped, leaning back against the wall behind him, "and I won't just stand aside to let the rest of you catch up."

"You didn't find shit, Sangie, and you know it." San shook his head, rebuking his statement. "She came to us, remember? Willingly. You just happened to be the lucky bastard who was working that day."

"Perhaps," Yeosang shrugged, "But that doesn't change the fact I was the one who convinced her to fill out the application and I'm the one she'll be thanking for helping her get accepted."

"God, why the hell did you give the open house to him?" Wooyoung whined.

"Because the one time I left you in charge of an open house, you ended up killing one of the attendees and then Hongjoong and I had to spend the rest of the day fixing things," Seonghwa answered, giving Wooyoung a pointed look. "And we all know Yeosang has the best sense of smell out of all of us, so it's only natural he's the one that picks. He hasn't failed us yet, has he?"

"It's a good thing I did it too because I highly doubt the rest of you would have been able to pick it out," Yeosang replied. "Sure, I was suspicious as to why another vampire's scent was all over her, but it wasn't until we were outside and the wind blew just right that I noticed the subtle hints of her own scent coming through. And trust me, there's no way she's not a-"

Yeosang was interrupted when the office phone began to ring, alerting them all to what was about to happen and ending their current conversation. In a matter of seconds, each man was moving towards the task at hand to ensure your first interaction with them was nothing but flawless.

Wooyoung collapsed into his chair, hurrying to press the button that would open the front gate for you, more than eager to finally see you face to face. He had seen the pictures Yeosang had snapped of you without your knowledge, and these had only added to his excitement, your beauty more than evident.

San kept his place next to the front door, checking his appearance one last time in the nearby mirror as he waited for the perfect moment to 'leave' the building and bump into you.

Yeosang took his time finding his mailbox, casually shifting through the few pieces it had contained while he waited for you to enter the building and have a chance to speak to you once more.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he strayed for just a minute longer, eyeing both of their childish antics with partial annoyance. He couldn't really blame them, not when this day was something each of them had waited centuries for. Not when this was something they had all begun to believe would never happen to them, all but losing hope someone like you would come walking into their life. If the roles had been reversed, he knew he would have been acting similarly to them, but today's events were important. What happened today would dictate your future with them and the last thing any of them needed was to fuck it all up because some of them couldn't be patient.

He knew their behavior wasn't really a cause for concern, however they might have annoyed him. You may have not been legally theirs yet, but you had sealed your fate the moment you had stepped into their domain and nothing you said or did would change that.

When neither one showed any intention of giving you space for the time being, Seonghwa sighed before following Wooyoung back into the office, taking a split second to check his own appearance in the mirror. Over the centuries they had been together, he had long learned there was little he could do to control any of the others. No matter what he said, they would do whatever it was they wanted and damn the consequences. Instead of concerning himself with their shenanigans, he needed to focus on the task he had been given and ensure you sighed the contract.

And you would. Willingly or not, it didn't matter. You wouldn't step a foot outside this building until it was signed. And if you showed any sign of hesitation, he would simply push you in the right direction with a little coaxing, your kind's mind weak and powerless to his power of persuasion. In the next few hours, you would sign your way over to them. He would make absolutely certain of it.

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"Oh, sorry!"

You stepped out of the way as the door to the building swung open before you had a chance to find the button to buzz the office. A man stood on the other side, head and attention directed behind him as he finished up his conversation with whoever was back there before he left.

At your soft apology, he turned to face you and you had a hard time stopping your cheeks from tinting pink as you took in his features. He was beautiful. A few inches taller than you, black hair effortlessly swept back from his face, bringing full attention to his strong cheekbones and sharp jawline. All of which made it more difficult to control the blush blooming at the back of your neck. And when he smiled down at you and motioned for you to come through first, you knew there was no way your cheeks weren't at least a little bit pink by now.

"Thanks," you reply, returning a timid smile of your own before tucking your purse closer towards you and slipping past him inside.

"Oh, hey, y/n!"

Your gaze was directed past him and to the right when you entered, surprised to hear your name being called out. A man stood near the mailboxes, smiling and waving at you as he shuffled through his mail. It took a few seconds for you to recognize him, the addition of glasses and casual wear a stark difference from the man who had been your tour guide a little over a week ago.

"Are you here to sign the lease?"

"Yeosang, hi!" You returned the wave, unable to stop your eyes from momentarily roaming over the rest of his body and wondering how you hadn't noticed just how attractive he was before. "And yeah, I think so. I was told to come in and meet with Seonghwa to finalize everything."

"Oh, you must be the new tenant of 604 then," the man who had opened the door for you spoke up behind you, directing your gaze back towards him. "I'm Choi San. I live in the unit right next to yours, 603."

"Oh, hi." You hesitantly took the hand he had extended in greeting. This? This was who you would be living next to? God, you could already hear the jokes Felix would start when he found out who your new neighbor would be. "I'm l/n y/n. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," San replied, an easygoing smile still stretched across his features. "I'm also one of the people in charge of maintenance here, so please just let me know if you ever have any issues with anything and I'll be more than happy to help."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

You had to admit that having maintenance right across the hall from you was nice, but as sincere as his willingness to help seemed to be, you knew it would be a while before you ever approached him for any help. The last thing you wanted him, or any of the other workers here for that matter, was to think you would be taking advantage of them in any way. They had already done so much for you with the new job and new housing, the last thing you wanted was for them to think you were trying to wring more out of them. No, you would do your best to pay them back for the kindness they had shown you and ensure you weren't a burden on anyone. Ensure that you didn't need to depend on anyone anymore.

"y/n, I presume?"

You turned in the direction the new voice had come, finding yet another very attractive man around your age leaning against a nearby doorway. He appeared slightly taller than the other two, hair dyed a bright, startling white.

"I'm Park Seonghwa, the senior manager here at the Paradigm."

Shit.

This was Seonghwa? This was the man who would likely be serving as your new boss?

"Hi, yes, I'm l/n y/n." You nodded, making your way over towards him. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I had some issues getting a few of the documents you needed and then there was a wreck on my way here that slowed everything down."

And by issues, it seemed someone had conveniently forgotten to give back the key to your lockbox that you kept on your keyring. It wasn't until after nearly ransacking the apartment looking for it that you remembered you had stowed a spare key in your car a year ago that you were finally able to get the identification documents you needed without having to call your boyfriend and ask him where the hell he had taken it and raising unnecessary suspicion.

"Don't worry about it," Seonghwa waved your concerns away, motioning for you to follow him inside. "I had a few things I still needed to finish up for your arrival, so your timing is perfect."

"Oh, well, I'll still apologize nonetheless. I'm incredibly thankful for this opportunity you've given me here and I don't want you to think I'm taking any of it for granted."

"I assure you, it's fine," Seonghwa replied. "Things are pretty relaxed here for the most part, so no one's worried about a few minutes here or there. And it's not like I haven't had to drag Wooyoung or Yeosang out of bed before when they've slept through the first hour of their shift."

"You're one to talk, Hwa." Hearing his name mentioned, the other man inside the office spoke up, alerting you to his presence. His head was propped up in his hand and a teasing smile was directed towards the man in front of you. "Or have you forgotten how you missed half your shift the morning after your birthday last year."

"Like I said," Seonghwa's eyes narrowed back at him, but he didn't try to rebuke his statement, "we're fairly flexible around here."

"I'm Wooyoung by the way." The red haired man's eyes moved towards you. "We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Right." You nodded, returning his smile and fully realizing how much more awkward you would have felt in that conversation if you had known just who you had been talking to in that moment. "It's nice to meet you, Wooyoung."

With greetings out of the way, you followed Seonghwa to his desk in the back, sitting down in the chair he pulled out for you. As he began to go over everything pertaining to your time with them, you slowly began to relax. Despite being originally intimidated by his appearance and status, Seonghwa truly was nice. He was easy to talk to and just as it had been with Yeosang, you felt a pull towards him and could see yourself fitting in well here with them. Easily slipping into the casual workflow they had here, much less stressful than anything you had to deal with at your current place of work.

But before you got around to signing the multiple documents to seal everything in place, Seonghwa walked you down to the on-site clinic to get your blood drawn before the doctor on schedule closed for the day. The nerves that had previously been quelled by Seonghwa and the others' affable personalities slowly crept back at the notion of having your blood drawn. You had done your best to push the thoughts aside when Wooyoung had mentioned it earlier, but you had a hard time remaining calm as you followed him, your fear of needles beginning to get the best of you.

You didn't know what you had expected when Seonghwa mentioned Yunho would be the one to draw your blood today, but it sure as hell wasn't the tall, gorgeous man smiling at you when you entered the room. But then again, after everything else you had experienced here this far, should you really have been surprised by the real life equivalent of Carlisle Cullen - minus the vampiric qualities of course.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked as he sat down on the stool next to you, taking the arm you extended towards him to begin prepping it.

"Yeah," you nodded, attempting to still your fidgeting nerves and praying you wouldn't come close to passing out like you had the last time you had been stuck. "I'm just not the biggest fan of needles, but it's fine." You were quick to add the last few words before he could say anything, not wanting him or Seonghwa who was still hovering near the entrance to the room to think you were trying to talk them out of this. "I used to give occasionally when I was younger, but then something must have happened because the last time I attempted to give, it didn't go well and I haven't been able to give since. I've wanted to start giving again though, so perhaps this is just the push I need to get over the fear."

You really didn't know what had happened to cause the fear. You had never liked needles before, but you had always been fine with them. It wasn't until two years ago that you had your first panic attack from them when you had gone in for your flu shot and very nearly passed out. And when you had tried to give blood a few months later, you had passed out and found yourself growing antsy at the mere thought of needles. You had no idea what had caused this sudden onset, having no bad occurrences with them in the past, but whatever it was, was enough to keep you avoiding them.

"Well, I assure you I will do my best to make this as quick and painless as possible." The smile he sent your way nearly had you melting in your spot and you felt your nerves begin to relax the slightest. "Just try and focus on me instead, okay?"

You nodded, unable to stop the blush that tinted your cheeks at his words, embarrassed at how your childish fear was playing out in front of him and all the more flustered by him because of it.

"So, y/n, tell me about yourself," he began in an attempt to distract you from the needle sliding in, but you still flinched, turning your head in the opposite direction. Looking at it was only going to make you more woozy than you already were. "What do you like to do?"

"A little bit of everything, I guess. When I have the time, I like to read, but with school and work, I don't have nearly as much time as I used to. I also enjoy both volleyball and skiing, but only really get a chance to do either of those during school breaks," you began, doing your best to focus on the conversation at hand and not on the fact there was a needle inside you at this moment, a thought that had you closing your eyes and sinking further into the chair. "And then I do quite a bit of art as well, which I suppose I would have to, seeing as I am getting a degree in graphic design."

"Seonghwa, I think we're all good here now. Feel free to head on back and I can walk y/n back to your office when we're done." Yunho diverted the conversation for just a second, turning his attention to the other male in the room before focusing on you once more. "You said you're getting a degree in graphic design. What do you want to do with that when you're done?"

"I'd love to work in the video game industry, but it can be a tricky field to get into and make a living off of, so who knows." You took a sip of the drink Yunho had handed you before he had begun, hoping the sugar from the juice would help keep your head level. So far, you were still feeling okay, but knew it could change in a second if you let your head dwell elsewhere for too long. "But my friend Felix is a computer engineering major and is also interested in gaming, so we've actually been working on creating our own game this past year. He handles all the coding and logistics, while I work on the artwork, animation, and story design."

"What's the game about?"

"Oh, well, it's still in pretty early development as neither of us ever have much time to work on it, but the gist of it is that you play as a character who has been transported to the middle of a giant labyrinth and must survive long enough to find a way out before it's too late. As you journey through, you'll find both enemies and potential allies and it's up to the player to decide just how you'll escape and who all will make it out with you. And with the labyrinth randomizing with each game, you'll be guaranteed a different playthrough each time. Or at least that's the goal."

It was hard to tell if Yunho was truly interested or not as you began to ramble on about your project, but his trick to get your mind off the matter at hand was working and you didn't dwell on the matter too long before you continued, unable to stop yourself from rambling with the nerves coursing through you.

"Felix also thought it would be cool if there was some form of romance in the game, so we've also recently started working on implementing some sort of relationship aspect to it. One which will not only allow you to form romantic relationships with the companions you meet along the way, but also friendships and enemies as well. So, if you end up making one of the npcs mad, you might just want to sleep with one eye open. Otherwise, you might just wake up with all your supplies stolen or a dagger to your throat depending on who you upset."

"And it's just the two of you working on it?" Yunho asked, to which you nodded. "That's impressive. It sounds very cool."

"You think?" You took a risk and turned your head towards him, attempting to gauge his response.

"Of course. It sounds like something I would enjoy playing." His eyes lifted upwards for a moment, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Oh, well, maybe I can show you what we have done so far sometime."

"I'd like that."

His smile was infectious and you couldn't hold back your own grin at his words before turning your gaze away once more. Was there anything about this man that wasn't perfect?

"Does that mean you like to play video games too?" you asked after a few moments, taking another sip of your drink to try and get a hold of yourself once more.

"Maybe not as much as some of the others here, but yes, I have played quite a bit over the years," he replied. "In fact, there's a group of us that usually gets together on Tuesdays for a game night. You should join us sometime when you're all settled in and feeling up to it. We'd love to have you, though I must warn that things can get heated at times. Some of us have a harder time taking a loss than others."

You laughed, knowing all too well what he was talking about. Your friend Felix also fell in that category of people. "Sounds like fun. I'll have to keep that in mind."

"And on that note, we are just about all done here," Yunho said as he applied a cotton ball to the crook of your arm to stop the bleeding before beginning to bandage you back up.

"What? Really?" His words surprised you, too distracted by your conversation to notice he had slipped the needle out already. "Wow, you're good. I didn't even feel it."

"Not so bad then?" he asked, collecting the vials of your blood and standing up to properly store them before they got sent off for testing.

"Well, considering I passed out the last time my blood was drawn, I'd say this was a vast improvement." You could feel the endorphins kicking in now that it was over, a huge wave of relief washing over you. "After that, I sort of stopped going around needles as a whole. My mother wasn't very happy when I stopped getting flu shots, but seeing as I haven't gotten sick in years, I'd say I'm okay."

"Here, why don't you eat one of these." Yunho extended a plate of cookies in your direction. "I didn't take too much since we just needed a sample, but you should still probably eat just in case, especially if you're going to be driving later."

"Did you make them?" you asked, taking one from the plate and giving it a try. "They're really good."

"No, sadly that credit has to go to Wooyoung. Despite how he may appear at times, he's actually a really good cook."

"Really?" Like Yunho said, this fact did surprise you. You hadn't pictured the playful redhead as someone who might have enjoyed cooking, let alone be good at it. But here you were. Was there anything about these men that weren't perfect? "I'll have to let him know if he's still around when I get back."

You waited there with Yunho until he was done putting everything away, taking the time to recover and sneak another cookie or two before getting back on your feet. Once you were good, and certain you wouldn't be passing out anytime soon, you followed Yunho back towards the front office when he had closed everything up.

You chatted idly with him as you went, finding him just as engaging as the others. When you arrived back at the front office, however, your attention was stolen by Wooyoung. You were too distracted by praising him for his baking skills that you didn't notice the additional male that had made his way into the room in your absence. It wasn't until you had finished up your brief conversation with Wooyoung and began making your way back to Seonghwa's desk that you finally noticed the man beside the senior manager. He was seated on the edge of the desk next to Seonghwa, and though his back was directed towards you, his head turned in your direction when he noticed your hesitant approach.

"y/n, this is Kim Hongjoong, the owner of Paradigm."

Once again, the introduction took you for a spin. Of all the mentions you had heard about the man, the person sitting before you was the very last thing you had ever imagined in your head. He looked no older than the rest of the occupants here, including yourself, making you wonder if he had inherited this place from a family member or bought it with a fortune he had inherited. It was the only two plausible explanations you could think of.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kim." You had a hard time stopping yourself from wriggling in your spot as he took you in. Not just from knowing this man was the one responsible for your admittance here and his role as your boss, but also from his appearance, easily just as attractive as the other coworkers you had met up to this point. "I'm extremely thankful for the opportunity you've given me here."

"Please, just Hongjoong. Mr. Kim makes me feel old." He smiled, alleviating a bit of your nerves. "And after everything Yeosang and the others have had to say about you, we're all excited to have you on board with us here. I just came down to introduce myself and make sure Seonghwa had everything in order."

"I believe we've just about gone through everything." Seonghwa motioned for you to sit down. "All that's left is to sign everything and you'll be all set." He pushed a stack of papers alongside a pen towards you. "Feel free to scan through these, but all of it is just a reiteration of everything we've already gone through or just a part of the lease agreement attached to the email Yeosang had sent you earlier. I've also gone through for you and highlighted each of the sections you need to sign or initial to make things easier."

You nodded, taking the pen that sat on top of the stack before beginning to go through and sign the various documents. You briefly scanned through the first few pages before signing them, but upon seeing Seonghwa was right, and each sheet was just a repeat of everything you had already talked over, you eventually began to just skim through the pages in search of the areas Seonghwa had highlighted for you.

"I think that is everything," you began, finishing your signature on the last page and briefly flipping through the previous documents in search for any spot you might have missed before handing the stack back to Seonghwa across from you.

Seonghwa took a second to flip through the pages as well, double-checking your work. "It appears everything is signed and in order." He dropped the stack back on his desk before opening one of the drawers to his left. "Congratulations on your new apartment, Miss l/n." The object he had reached for was a small bag which he now extended towards you. "I know you said you wouldn't be able to move in or start until two weeks from now, but your unit is ready and everything is in order, so here are the keys to your apartment and mailbox, alongside the card you'll use to unlock the doors to the building and the sticker you'll need to put on your windshield to unlock the gate to the garage. So, feel free to come and go as much as you'd like until then because for all extents and purposes, you are now officially a resident of the Paradigm."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Felix, I swear to all things holy, this place is going to be the death of me." You could hear the laughter this statement elicited from your best friend through the car's speakers, and you had a hard time hiding your own flustered smile despite knowing he couldn't see it. "No, I swear, Felix, how the hell am I supposed to work and act normal when everyone around me looks like the physical embodiment of a god. We're talking Haneul level here, Felix. Haneul."

High on finally finding a place of your own, and at The Paradigm no less, you had gone up to see your new apartment one more time before you left. You had spent longer up there than you anticipated, fully basking in the realization that this was now yours and no one else's. Just yours.

It hadn't taken long for the thought to overwhelm you, causing you to break down in the upstairs bathroom for a few minutes. The realization you were finally getting out and starting over hitting you hard.

Once you had finally gotten a hold of yourself, you had taken a picture of the lower level with your newly acquired keys to the place and sent it to your best friend in order to update him on your decision. It had only taken a few seconds after you sent the photo for Felix to call you, nearly as excited as you were.

"Haneul level?" At the mention of the coworker the two of you had both been admiring from afar the last few weeks, Felix's voice took a slightly more serious tone as you were finally able to drive your point down to him. "All of them?"

"Well, all of the ones that I've met so far, but yes!" you cried, though the hint of a giggle did break through, still giddy from the day's events. "Now do you see my predicament?"

"y/n, I don't think that's a predicament," he began, "I think that's heaven. And as your best friend, I think it's only right for you to let me come see your new place in person... and perhaps these gods in the form of your new coworkers."

You giggled once more at the way Felix quickly spit the words out at the end, rushing them to make it harder for you to make out. "Well, Felix, you're in luck because I just so happen to need some help moving a few things into the place this Saturday."

"I thought you weren't moving in until the following weekend."

"I'm not, but I figured I could get some stuff done this weekend since Jae is still on weekends." Despite the joyous occasion, you still felt your spirits fall at the mention of your soon to be ex-boyfriend, wondering just how you were going to pull this all off successfully. "I thought I would go out and get some of the items I need and move them in so I don't have to worry about all of it the following weekend."

"And you still plan on keeping it all a secret from him until the last moment?"

"Yes," you sighed, running a hand through your hair and wondering just how you were going to make it through the next two weeks without letting anything slip. If you had it your way, you would have moved in today, but knew that wasn't a smart move to make, not when you planned to finish up your scheduled shifts at your current job. If you were to break things off with him now, you knew he would come find you and convince you to change your mind and go back with him. "I know it's not right, disappearing with little more than a note after all these years, but I'm terrified of what might happen if I try to tell him in person. You know what happened last time I tried, Lix. What if it happens again and I ruin everything I've finally managed to set up for myself."

The last time you had pulled the courage to end things, Felix had offered you a spot at his place until you got back up on your feet. Everything had been set up and packed, and yet, when you had stopped and told Jae what was happening when he came home from work that evening, he had flipped. You didn't remember much of what happened afterwards, but just as before, all your belongings had been put back up and away. He had been extra attenuative to you that following week, even calling out of work to spend more time with you, making you wonder for a moment why you had ever tried to break things off.

"I'm not judging you, n/n. The guy's a piece of shit and doesn't deserve a proper break up after all the shit he's put you through," Felix replied, taking note of your fallen mood. "You, however, deserve the fucking world, including this new start with your supposed godlike coworkers, and I swear if he tries anything to fuck it up, I will personally kill him."

"Thanks, Felix. I don't know what I would do without you," you mumbled back, comforted by his constant support and friendship. You truly didn't know where you would be without him. "But if I'm being honest, as attractive as these men may be, I think it's time to take a nice, long break away from any sort of relationship and focus on myself for a little bit."

Sure, they were attractive, but you truly didn't have any intention of acting on anything at the moment. And even if you did, the chances of them not already being in a relationship or even remotely interested in you was slim to none and setting yourself up for something that was never going to happen would only make you feel worse than you already did. Though time had numbed the pain, you knew you were hurting after years of being stuck where you were now. Pain that would quickly resurface if you attempted to bounce back into the dating game before you were ready. You needed time to heal, time to recover from the shit you had been put through these past years. And the only way you were going to do that was if you spent a good bit of time focusing on yourself.

And this might have been what happened if you were heading to some place normal, some place sane. If you hadn't just unknowingly signed your entire being over to the very men you were just talking about. Each of whom had no intention of letting you do anything on your own now that you were theirs.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[thecatundertheladder]

how about fsm's and lloyds first meeting in the fsm lives au?

First of all thank you so much for asking!!! I had a lot of fun writing this even if took ages. Right so I haven't completely figured out when the ninja actually meet Fsm, but I'll get to that later. I do have a rough timeline so probably in between seasons five and six (Possession will obviously get retconned a lot). Garmadon is alive btw.

Lloyd had never really made the connection between his grandfather and the First Spinjitzu Master. Like sure he knew it logically, but there was a real difference between 'my grandfather is the First Spinjitzu Master' and 'the First Spinjitzu Master is my grandfather'. And besides, the guy was dead, as far as he could tell, so it didn't really matter other than 'hey I inherited cool powers and also his arch nemesis'. Honestly, the only things Lloyd knew about his grandfather were that he invented spinjitzu, used the golden weapons to create Ninjago, fought the Overlord, and he had two kids, who happened to be Lloyd's dad and uncle.

So naturally it was quite a shock when one day at breakfast Wu announced that his father was coming to visit in a few days.

What resulted from that statement was a rather long and, uh, productive (not really) conversation (a very loud debate).

Cole: What?! But he’s supposed to be dead! Kai: No no one of my village elders said he just left this realm and would return when we need him most. Morro: Nah grandpa just does whatever he likes. Though he was in another realm last time I checked, at least that's right. Jay: What the fuck does that even mean?!

That ,of course, sparked a whole other debate about why Morro knew that. It got sorted out in the end, eventually, after a few thrown noodle bowls.

But while the others seemed to calm down after that, Lloyd steadily got more anxious. Because this was his grandfather, the man who had created Ninjago itself, and fought the Overlord the first time. Yes, Lloyd had done that as well, but what if he didn’t met his grandfather's expectations? What if he was disappointed in him?

Morro, on the other hand, was pretty excited to see his grandpa again; it had been two years, and despite Morro taking advantage of Fsm's omniscience to inform him about various coming and goings, he hadn’t had an actual conversation, and he had a lot of things to show him as well. But Lloyd had seemed pretty anxious since Wu’s announcement, so, like any good older cousin, Morro cornered him on the way to breakfast.

Morro: What’s up with you? You’ve been anxious ever since dad told us grandpa was coming here. Lloyd, mumbling: What if I don't live up to his expectations? Morro: Huh? Lloyd, louder: What if he's disapointed in me? Morro: As someone who's actually meet him, his expectations are don't die, and don't kill innocent people. Pretty low expectations if you ask me. You'll be fine.

This makes Lloyd feel a bit better, but he's still anxious, and he refuses to talk to anyone else about it because, to him at least, it seems a bit dumb to be anxious about meeting his grandfather when no else is (they are, Lloyd just hasn't noticed).

Anyway fast forward to The Day of The Arrival. Lloyd gets up earlier than usual in order to mentally prepare himself for meeting God. And, since he's expecting to have a few hours before the First Spinjitzu Master arrives, he doesn't really bother to make himself presentable before making his way to the kitchen.

This was a mistake.

Because when lloyd enters the kitchen there's man(?) sitting at the table wearing a black kimono with gold detailing. And Lloyd's first though is 'fuck, its the First Spinjitzu Master' before he realises that the man (? seriously why is it so hard to tell) is in his late thirties at most. So Lloyd's next thought is 'why is this random person in my kitchen?'

Lloyd, suspicious: Who are you and why are you here? Fsm, smiling: I'm your grandfather, and I'm your grandfather. Lloyd: You can't be my grandfather! You're like thirty! Fsm: I am not thirty, I'm a shapeshifter. Fsm, now vaguely concerned: You didn’t know that? Why didn’t you know that?

So, luckily, Fsm, by being themself, manages to almost completely allay Lloyd’s anxiety by getting up, telling Lloyd to follow him, and going to find both his children so they can smack them on the head because come on you two this is Morro all over again (Fsm can't really talk though, his godly domain should really be 'forgetting to tell people important information'). Because he can understand Morro not knowing that Fsm - and subsequently their descendants - isn’t human, but Lloyd is actually related!

Lloyd, meanwhile, is shocked. God, his grandfather, is in his house, looking all of thirty, and stalking through the monastery all while grumbling under his breath about his kids not telling Lloyd something, all while Lloyd trails behind him like a lost fawn.

It’s then Lloyd remembers his pyjamas and bed hair, and he just, internally cringes. Like, c'mon, this is the First Spinjitzu Master, and here he is looking like he just got out of bed (that he actually did just get out of bed is completely pointless in Lloyd’s mind). But something about this thought process must have shown in his face and body language (never mind that Lloyd is behind his grandfather), because suddenly the First Spinjitzu Master (man Lloyd really has to get his name) is turning around, stopping Lloyd in his tracks.

Fsm: Stop that. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I am 25,000 years old, and I have raised two children, I have seen a lot worse than bed hair.

That makes Lloyd blush, but his grandfather is already on the move again, seeking out his children.

Of course, once Fsm does find their children, Lloyd has the pleasure of finding out that his grandfather his half oni, half dragon (“dragoni”, his father says, “easier on the tongue”).

But once Lloyd processes that he’s not fully human (and, like in the show, he’s pretty calm about because it makes a lot of sense when he actually thinks about) he starts to bond with his grandpa and damn the First Spinjitzu Master is not anything like he expected him to be, but honestly, Lloyd is actually kinda relieved about that. He’s a lot more approachable than Lloyd expected, and it seems he’s where Wu and Garmadon got the more, um, eccentric sides of their personalities. Lloyd is still a bit nervous around him, but that slowly goes away over the few weeks that Fsm is staying for.

Throughout those weeks, Lloyd kinda starts to get comfortable around Fsm. Lloyd shows Fsm a bunch of video games (I've decided this includes Minecraft because, listen, Fsm would be great at Minecraft (specifically creative mode) and you can't tell me otherwise), as well as board games, which leads to the interesting revelation that Mystake (Mystake?! Who runs the tea shop?!) banned Fsm from playing uno a few months after it come out because he tackled someone after he had to pick up 16 cards.

Hope you enjoyed!

But yeah I’ll probably do a separate post for the family bonding.

Also I feel like I need to give fsm a proper name at this point. I’ve been calling them imaragami (ih-ma-rah-gar-mi) since I started thing this whole idea up but tbh it’s just a bunch of random syllables put together (I’m kinda attached to it at this point tho). But anyway what do you think?

[starsoftheeye]

TMagP 17 Reaction

Pre-Episode

I've discovered that acting disinterested literally makes the episodes show up earlier on my youtube account, so I've gotta play mindgames on this app every thursday to get to see the episodes less than half an hour after they release lol

Pre-Statement

Ah Celia is back on her bullshit

Wait did she just nearly get ran over???

I feel bad for laughing at her but her only reaction being "Oh for gods sake" is super funny to me how long has she been doing this

oh hi sam

oh god she missed their date :[

something tells me a habit is going to be made of this, especially considering she literally cannot help it

"it really wasn't" yeah no wonder you nearly became roadkill

theyre so cute i love them

ooh shes mad

Statement

"catalyst" huh, have we heard that before or is this the first time

pfft not the interviewer getting read to shreds

wild theory before i keep going, based on the title "saved copy" and the "identity crisis", "existential horror", "temporal distortion" and "captivity" tags, im going to assume that this person going to therapys having the details of their life copied somewhere for something to replicate and replace them, and the doctors gonna attempt to get rid of them but obviously it didnt work. either that or the guy outside the office does something

as someone whos never done meditation before this is not encouraging me to start

ah office spaces, the worst of cosmic horror

wait did they get teleported or something

tbf if my taxi driver started driving completely the wrong way i'd assume the worst and start "exchanging words" too

oh my god was i right

wait is this copy based on their therapy, a version of themselves with no problems whatsoever? and is this gonna be a "there can only be one" type scenario?

oh wait no i forgot siblings exist

wait nvm them having the same name is weird

"dates and times" so this is where the temporal distortion comes in ig

yup

i'm sticking with the "rich-darrien is a copy trying to assimilate into og-darriens life" theory for now

yeah because thats not normal darrien, even if youre related no-one looks completely identical apart from glasses, teeth colour and a lack of a beer-gut

do they both think the other is the copy, or does sharron just not know?

oh god what is he hiding

does he beat up a real person every time hes upset

of course it was his father that makes sense

oh my god the sound design

oh my god he's the one who assimilated thats so cool

good for sharron i hope shes doing okay

off-topic but i love the way the voices get more real as the statement goes on then go back to their more robotic tone at the end

Post-Statement

as a celia fan i am eating well this week jeez

celia my dear what do you mean by that "not exactly the same though, it is?" girlie what have you done what are you hidinggg

alice!

who was playing the music in the background there?

as someones whos computing department in school consists of keyboard with never-before-discovered types of bacteria wedged between the keys thats valid

alice dyer i love you so much

ah the dyhard is dyharding

ah yes the mutual "i'm traumatised and i know you are too but i don't like you enough to give details on mine or ask about yours so we'll just sit and suffer in silence til the ice somehow breaks" dynamic

also colin mention woohoo i love the scottish man

the computer start up noise and power down noise at the beginning and end of every episode kind of makes me think that someone is watching all of this (maybe us, or more likely someone in-universe)

anyway that was fun, i'm doing this late but this was a nice way to spend my first proper off-day since finishing all my exams

[nonbinary-thot]

Spiderman definitely has a thing for bondage!!!

a/n please note that this is not about marvel peter park (tom Holland) as he is 16 and does not progress in age. Please don't bash me about this as I am making a statement before I posted this !!!

Spiderman, aka Peter Parker was your boyfriend of three years, and he had told you two years in that he was Spiderman. He couldn't really hide it well, he always came home beaten up and you'd fix him up.

Peter was having an especially hard day today. A villain had gone berserk today, robbing bank after bank and peter just couldn't seem to catch up.

So after fighting the villain for so long, he had come home beaten up, just wanting to rest in the warm crevice of your pussy. He didn't even wanna fuck, just wanted to eat you out for a couple hours.

But when he came home, and you fixed him up, you refused to let him anywhere near you or your body. "Peter, as much as I fuckin' love you, I can't keep fixing you up after every beaten. I'm tired of it. Either stop getting hurt, or go to someone else to patch you up." You huffed, crossing your leg over your right leg. You were dressed in that silky nightgown he had gifted for you, and it turns him on so much seeing it on you.

Peter just groaned slightly, feeling his cock stir alright. "Baby please.. just a bit? I just wanna taste.. just need it baby.." peter begged, getting on his knees to sit in front of you. His eyes half lidded, a prominent pout on his now glossy lips he had just licked.

That's how you ended up... Your hands webbed to the headboard, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he pounded into you, his fingers pulling and flicking at your nipples. All you could do was cry, fat tears running down your cheeks as your cunt clenched and spasmed around his thick cock.

Peter wasn't exceptionally big per day, he was 5 inches with an upward bent, but god was he thick in girth. It was so girthy and delicious, it made you cum so hard your legs would shake. And that's how we liked it.

"fuck, I just wanted to eat you out, mama.. but you just have to be so fuckin' bratty, huh?" He growled, on of his hands leaving your nipples and gripped your waist, slamming his cock deeper into you. Your jaw was slacked, drool dripping and eyes rolled back.

He was just so.. deliciously thick, it was hard not to cum. And he could tell by the way your cunt was suddenly squeezing, the way your cunt shifted from not so tight to tight told him you were close. "Don't you fuckin' cum, bratty bitch. You wanna be a brat? You can get treated like one." He whispered, slicking the sweat off your neck and bit down lightly, licking at the indented teeth marks.

You couldn't help but clench at his threat, and the thrusts he was giving? It was to much !! You came with a broken moan, your legs tightened and closing around his neck. That made him stop.

You panted, the sticky residue of salty tears on your cheeks and his deepening glare at you only fueled you. His hand suddenly landed on your neck, tightening so you could barely breathe, but wouldn't pass out.

"Dirty girl, how could you not listen to me? It was such a clear instructions.. I guess we'll keep going, and this time I'll make sure you don't cum."

Reposts are appreciated !!! Thank you for reading :))

[izvmimi]

a/n: not me butting into other people's aus but i love @strawberrystepmom's kakashi x reader au so much!!!

cw: alcohol mention. reader is at brunch with a friend (oc)!

"so you're fucking the hokage, huh?"

you nearly spit out the drink in your mouth while maemi looks at you, unphased by the words coming out of her mouth, and stirs her drink. it's 11am, there's relentless hustle and bustle at this outdoor restaurant, and the soft breeze of early spring is not enough to abate the heat rising from your mostly bare shoulders up to your jawline.

"shhh!!!" you hiss, leaning in, as though you're suddenly surrounded by reporters. maemi blinks.

"damn, you didn't even argue with me." she laughs as your complexion reddens even more, and takes another bite of eggs benedict. you're covering your face now, embarrassment thick and unrelenting, and she chews and swallows before leaning in.

"don't worry, no one is listening in. plus i'm pretty good at misdirection - good grades in genjutsu class, remember?" she insists.

you shoot her a dirty look before rising to a regular sitting position, and adjusting the pleats of your spring dress.

"fine, a codename." maemi suggests. "are we going with your usual?"

you sigh. "That Man and I have not fucked yet."

maemi looks at you, contemplating, then takes another bite.

"he's fingered you under the table, right?" she asks.

"please!"

maemi takes a sip of her mimosa, nonchalant, and gulps it down a little too quick. "manabu told me, and if he knows, more people know than you think."

your blood seems to run cold, or is it early spring chill? you can't tell. her partner doesn't seem like the gossipy type, but he does work close enough to the hokage's office that it is feasible that he's heard something - or worse, heard something.

"you know, i could tell that once you started this job it would end up like this." she taps her forehead with the back of one of her chopsticks. "you know, the authority kink and everything?"

you take out your hand and place it on the table, palm up. "knock me out right now, to be honest." maemi looks down at your hand then looks up.

"oh no, you're gonna have to ask the alcohol to do that for you." she says, declining to waste her chakra. with that statement, she finishes the rest of her mimosa, then raises her hand up for the waiter to bring them another round of drinks. once the order is given, her eyes turn foxlike as she smiles at you again.

"hey, can you get the hokage to promote me? i'm not gonna be able to compete with nepotism baby sakura at this point, unless i have some kind of backer."

you snort. "i don't think being a former hokage's apprentice necessarily counts as nepotism. maybe she's just good."

maemi furrows her eyebrows. "listen, i may not be as good as her but i'm not garbage and i need someone powerful to back me-"

you raise a hand. "even if i WERE-" you pause, then bite your lip before continuing, "making love to current Lord Sixth-"

"is that what you call him in bed?"

you can feel your head start to pound before giggling maemi raises her own hands in defeat. "sorry, no more jokes."

you cut your eyes at her, and continue, "- what makes you think i can ask that?"

maemi leans in, brown eyes glowing with humor at her own jokes. "just give him the old spit shine and be like, so i have this really, really talented friend-"

"get out." you hiss.

your next round of drinks come, and you dig into a plate of potatoes and chase it down with iced coffee. as the conversation shifts away from the fact that you are notably entangled with the most powerful man in konoha at the moment, you consider what it might mean for your future, both as a biographer but also as someone who hopes to live quietly in this country. maemi notices you are somewhat lost in thought, and stops her tirade about the hierarchy of konoha's medical-nin, and gives you a reassuring smile.

"i know i just gave you shit, but i promise if anyone bothers you, i'll be the first one at your defense. i already told manabu to write down the names of anyone who even suggests that you're anything but sweet and sought after," she mentions. "you'll be fine."

you swallow.

"thanks."

maemi gives you another look, able to tell you're not completely reassured.

"do you love him?" she asks, her voice softer this time. "... it's not wrong if you do."

you can't give her a yes now, but you can feel your heart, slowly but surely, moving towards it.

[loonatics-b1gf4n]

LU Relationship in my AU be like:

-*Lexi: and Duck: flirting with each other yet again* 

Ace:: And you two are sure you're not dating? 

Lexi:: 100%. 

Duck:: Of course not! Why would you think that? 

Ace:: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Duck. I fucking wonder.

-Slam:: Duck: keeps forgetting which WiFi network he supposed to use. 

Slam:: So I renamed ours to "Duck:, use this one" to help him out a little. 

-Lexi:: Well, Duck:, is there anything you would like to say to Ace:? 

Duck:: How do I put this delicately? You’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you. 

Lexi:: How about we frame our statement with “When you do this, it makes me feel this”? 

Duck:: When you live here, it makes me angry. Because you’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you. 

-Ace:: So, did everyone learn their lesson? 

Slam:: No. 

Tech:: I did not. 

Duck:: I may have actually forgotten one. 

Rev:: Also no. 

Ace:: Oh good, neither did I. 

Lexi:: *Exhausted sigh* 

-Lexi:: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes. 

-Lexi:: *sees someone doing something stupid* 

Lexi:: What an idiot. 

Lexi:: *realizes it's Duck:* 

Lexi:: Wait, that's MY idiot! 

-*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* 

Tech:: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. 

Everyone: 

Rev:: ...I did. I broke it. 

Tech:: No. No you didn't. Luna:? 

Luna:: Don't look at me. Look at Ace:. 

Ace:: What?! I didn't break it. 

Luna:: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? 

Ace:: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. 

Luna:: Suspicious. 

Ace:: No, it's not! 

Duck:: If it matters, probably not, but Lexi was the last one to use it. 

Lexi:: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! 

Duck:: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? 

Lexi:: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Duck:! 

Rev:: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Tech:. 

Tech:: No! Who broke it!? 

Everyone: 

Slam:: Tech:... Mylene:'s been awfully quiet. 

Mylene:: rEALLY?! 

*Everyone starts arguing* 

Tech:, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. 

Tech:: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. 

Tech:: 

Tech:: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here. 

-Luna:: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. 

Ace:: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult. 

-Luna:: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- 

Rev:: It was me... 

Luna:: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. Except Ace.

Ace:: Hey!?

-Slam:: Oh Ace:, we have a visitor! 

Ace:: Don't tell me it's Luna:. 

Slam:: It's Luna:. 

-Lexi:: You're smiling. What happened? 

Mylene:: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Slam:: Tech: tripped and fell down the stairs today. 

Inspiration from: @faafi

Their Relationship so good :) They like a family :)

I try to find the correct one for their personality. And I think I find it.

[desolateddreamur]

This is How You Villain

Professor Chaos x Villain!Reader

Story: Professor Chaos and the reader do some villainous shit and you decide to reflect on the night where you two first met.

V/n = Villain Name

V/n/n = Villain Nickname

Female reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Terrorism and a (failed) kidnapping

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You lovingly bring his gloved hands up by the sides and set them onto the handles. He smiled, resting his helmeted head atop your h/c locks and forcing the handles down.

Then came the hissing, lower then fastly raising in volume until a loud explosion halfway across town from where you were went off. The agonized screams from the unsuspecting motel riles the adrenaline inside you and when you look to the blinded eye of your lover- onlooking the wreckage pridefully, you could see the same satisfaction.

"Oh, V/n/n~! C'mon! You promised cuddles back at the lair if it went without interruption!"

His voice, matured now with age and trauma, still held his puppy-like glee whenever something went his way. Absolutely swooning, over here- it was something you were glad never changed. His ability to be so malicious and immediately go soft as a marshmallow when it came to anything related to the two of you having fun together.

You gave a dreamy sigh and nod, focusing on what was at hand. "We're not out of the woods just yet, Professor. We need to leave before they follow the wire to here! 'Else you won't get the cuddles~"

To think how Y/n and Leopold started such a destructive romance came from a stupid game of heroes and villains in their youths.

Flaaaaassshhhbaaaaaccckkkk

A little thump woke you from your sleep. It could've been your imagination... There was someone lightly shaking your shoulders.

"C-Could you please get up, Miss Y/n? I Uh- I can't really carry you if I'm going to kidnap you..." Spoke a familiar squeaky voice. It was Butters.

You crack open your eyes and stare up at him with a tired scowl. Not answering, you shove him off to sit up.

"Butters...? What time is it?"

The Blondie knocked his knuckles together awkwardly, muttering out 12:27 along with an apology and some explanation you didn't bother with hearing.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Let me get my coat and boots and we can get going. A'ight?"

You rake a hand through your knotted h/c hair and heave a sigh, throwing your legs off the side of the bed. Sneaking across the hardwood flooring, you grab your coat and shoes, slip them on, and go to your window where he was waiting.

"J-Just so you know, it's Professor Chaos!"

There was a small grin on your face as you opened the window and went out, legs first. Thankful for the fact your room was on the first floor, you then leapt the rest of the way out.

He followed suite and the two of you began walking down the cold sidewalk to the U-Stor-It.

"So at night you're a villain, huh? Wish I could be one..."

Butters looked over to you with a quirked brow. The statement took it's time to settle in before a grin spread across his face.

"Yeah! I do it to get back at those who wronged me! And I have a great idea... How about you play hostage, but then you ambush them when they come to save you!"

You looked over with wide, e/c eyes. "That's genius! And then they'll be the hostages! Oooo! What should I go by, what should I wear?!"

The two of you eagerly rant to one another about what to do for the trap for the rest of the walk.

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You leaned back in the chair you were tied against, ropes to your ankles and wrists. the boy in the tinfoil helmet gave a chuckle and rubbed his hands together.

"Now they'll surely be coming to- hey, how'd you get out?!"

You cock an eyebrow and finished untying yourself. Short, PJ covered legs stretch forward to their full extent and strain to wake them up.

"Note, professor, never use a bow knot. Use a handcuff knot. Now c'mere, I'll show you how to tie it using my ankles."

He comes over as you pull your legs up and begin to guide him through the knots securing it to your legs and making sure to answer all his questions thoroughly.

"Now, I want you to try it on my wrists. Don't be afraid to ask if you forget a step!"

He nodded vigorously and got to work, popping a question here and there about it and even some about yourself.

"Nice work! No way I'd get loose with these puppies on! Now, scoot, scoot! Back to your place! I hear them out front!"

You jerk your head to gesture him away with silent giggles as he quickly popped a bandana over your mouth to muffle you as he skipped into the shadows.

Sure enough, the heroes came.

"There's the hostage! Human Kite, survey the area. I'll go get the girl freed!"

The boy in the cloak command. There was a green M on his shirt and a matching green question mark bobble on top of his hood. What you wanted to do was laugh since he also wore his underwear on the outside.

Taking a deep breath you put on your best terrified expression and began to shake your head, begging him not to get close.

"It's alright, miss. We're going to get you out of here."

He soothes, finally reaching you. When he did he got to work on untying your ankles, then your wrists.

Just as you were freed, the boy in silver with the kite came dashing in. He was rather disheveled and a desperate glimmer was evident in his wide eyes and sluggish stance.

"MYSTERION, ITS A TRAP, SHE'S NOT A HOSTAGE!"

You took the bandana off your mouth and socked your 'savior' right in the face, taking his surprise to your advantage.

"Surely you weren't dumb enough to fall for this? Honestly, at first I was a hostage, but this is more fun!"

Mysterion dropped to the floor and held a hand to his nose. It began to ooze blood down onto his shirt as he stared up.

An all too familiar cackle came across the room.

"Well, well, well. Very good work, V/n! General Disarray?"

The boy in the glasses with red curls went out from behind Human Kite and tackled him to the ground, restraining him. You toss one of the ropes that had held you down over. Satisfied, you both tied the knot you taught them over their wrists and linked them to a pipe on the wall.

Gleeful, you run over to Professor Chaos and give him a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you! This is the best day of my life! I'm forever in your service, Professor Chaos! To teach you and to learn from you!"

He bashfully rubbed the back of his head, "A-Awe, hamburgers, you're too kind, V/n!"

[kraefishh]

RAINE

Multiples of 5, + #23 + Bonus question of your choosing.

*cracks knuckles* yeah alright

i'm answering #23 first and the rest will be under the cut just for the sake of knowing how long this post is probably going to get. SO!!

#23. Favorite picture of this character?

if we want just pictures of Raine alone-- THESE TWO IMAGES IN PARTICULAR THANK YOU VERY MUCH. both are by Dana Terrace. the Link one in particular makes me lose my MIND and if you haven't seen it before i needed you to see it now.

moving on to the other questions~~

#5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Just about every time i listen to tongues & teeth by the crane wives i think about them..... namely this animatic. that is the only one i can think of at the moment.

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#10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Probably not best friends??? But I do think we'd get along quite well!! I had a habit of making friends with just about all of my teachers and Raine is very much... mentor esc. I mean they did teach, at one point. Point stands! As someone who is very musically inclined, we would simply bond over that.

They are also the kind of person you can sit in silence with for HOURS and it not be awkward. Sure we would probably have music playing, but their company is not inherently prone to chaos without an external push for it.

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#15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Okay well this question was literally just an excuse for me to talk about Raeda, I see. I even went out of my way to include Raine-only pictures!! [dramatic sigh] I guess I'll just have to include my thoughts.

Ahem-- Raeda. It's... That's obvious, if you know me at all. Eda is my favorite Owl House character. And I knew before even starting the show itself that I was going to get attached to Raine. You put in a character who is musically inclined, a nerd, a genuine person and was best friends with your favorite character?? Yeah of course I was going to love them together.

Hell I made a fankid for them. Two fankids, actually. I haven't done that shit in years. I made a playlist for them 3 days after my friend and I finished the show entirely. That was a new record. I went several months with songs in my back pocket about a separate ship before making the playlist.

They make me feel so normal.

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#20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

OH HANDS DOWN DARIUS. Those two were obviously the two that sat in the back of the class silently judging everyone. Like I love all of the Hagsquad equally (Eda, Lilith, Raine, Darius, Alador, Odalia(?)) but there's something about those two making fun of each other in all of the... few SPEAKING SCENES they share that really got to me.

Those two single-handedly came up with a plan to take down their corrupt government (With obviously the help of Eber, I can't forget Eber). Even if they happened to misunderstand each others' goals during their times as Coven Heads for most of it, I think they had that mutual understanding of hatred towards their situation.

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#25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Like I said in #15, I walked into the show already knowing who they were, at least vaguely. I knew they were Eda's ex and I knew that they meant well. And already knew that they weren't inherently evil.

Coming out of watching it, holy SHIT THEY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK, CAN THEY???? NEVER ONCE DID THE CREW GIVE RAINE WHISPERS A FUCKING BREAK, HUH?? GOOD LORD.

I love them so very dearly they are genuinely one of the most powerful characters in the entire show and I live by that statement. What a fucking power move they pulled just about every time we saw them.

'Them's The Breaks, Kid' solidified my growing love for them. They're so silly but they could break your fucking bones, and I respect that.

[fog-and-rust]

Skyrim Incorrect Quotes

My LDB is called Renata Aquillia, she is like General Tullius but for East Empire Trading Company (problem solver). Her squad consists of Lucien Flavius, Inigo and Redcap.

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The most accurate incorrect quote ever!

[This takes place in Falkreath graveyard in the beginning of that quest when former jarl Dengeir asks to kill his vampire ancestor]

Renata: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Lucien: Cenotaph.

Renata: What?

Lucien: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Renata: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Lucien: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Renata: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Lucien: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Renata: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Lucien: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

***

Lucien: Inigo, is that legal?

Inigo: When there's no guards around, anything's legal!

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Lucien: Never gonna make you cry!

Inigo: Never gonna say goodbye!

Redcap: Never. Gonna. Tell a lie—

Renata: I will hurt you.

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Renata: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Lucien: I saw you.

Renata: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Inigo drawn by Redcap.

***

Renata: I’m gonna mix a bottle of Cliff Racer with all the ingredients I have and then chug it while Lucien and Inigo chant “Splattering, squishy, squashy, spiders” in the background so I can perceive all Daedra realms at once and find where my soul will go if I die.

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Renata: Why are the guards at our front porch screaming at us?

Inigo & Lucien: We stole all the sweetrolls in town in broad daylight… It didn't go down too well.

Renata: … Without me?

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Renata: I screwed up.

Lucien: On a scale of The Potion Incident and That Time We Never Speak Of how badly did you screw up?

Renata: Roughly the same level as The Daedra Disaster.

Lucien: … Oh oh oh.

Renata: Yeah.

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Lucien: Are we even meant to be in here?

Renata: Honestly? Not really, but at this point, trespassing is the mildest of our many misdeeds.

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[After the cultists’ attack]

Inigo: This is about to get a hell of a lot more complicated, isn't it?

Renata: Unfortunately.

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Lucien: Are all daedra this childish?

Renata: Don’t look at me, this isn't even my pantheon.

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Lucien: Do we really have to go through there?

Renata: Well it's either that, or deal with the consequences of our actions.

Inigo: … Blind leap into the void it is.

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[In Falkreath]

Inigo: I can't figure out what's more mind blowing. The fact that you slapped a jarl, or the fact that you didn't even get in trouble for doing so.

Renata: To be fair, he was being a moron.

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[After killing Vittoria Vici]

Renata: And I'd love to be sorry for that, but we all know I've done much, much worse.

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Lucien & Inigo: Ayo, what in Oblivion is this?!?

Renata, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Blood Horkers, that’s what.

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[In Blackreach]

Lucien: Where are we?

Renata: What makes you think I’m any less lost than you are?

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Renata: I would do anything for East Empire Company.

[Later]

Renata, covered in blood: The statement still stands!

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Renata: Tilde tgm.

Lucien: Hey, this isn't a game-

Renata: *jumps off a cliff with no damage*

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Inigo, to Renata: Please, picking locks is my specialty.

Inigo: *throws a stone through the window*

Inigo: Okay, let’s go.

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Lucien: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Inigo: Please, just say fuck.

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Daedra Prince: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Renata: No returns.

Daedra Prince: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

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Renata, to Inigo: ...And I need you, Lucien and Redcap to help, and by "help" I mean "do everything."

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*Renata is casually searching around the room*

Redcap: Hey. What. Are. You. Looking for?

Renata: My will to live.

*Lucien walks into the room*

Renata: Oh, there it is.

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Renata: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Lucien, rushing in: Ren! Redcap tried to make a beverage in your alchemy lab and now it's broken!

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Inigo, about Redcap: He’s speaking some kind of gibberish.

Renata: Let me handle it. I speak giantic. It's the same thing.

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Redcap: So. How. Long. Have you. And Renata. Been. Together?

Lucien: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. She and I are not together. No. No.

Redcap: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

***

[After "A Night to Remember"]

Jarl: So, Inigo, Lucien and Renata.

Jarl: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Skooma Abuse, Magic Use…

Inigo: We had a bad day.

Jarl: And… MURDER?!

Renata: It was a pretty bad day…

***

[before she started training him]

Renata: I believe in you, Lucien!

Lucien, to himself: Divines, I must suck. The nicest thing Renata can think to say to me is that she doesn’t doubt my existence.

[eskelwolfed]

where do all these rules come from?? you weren't so strict when you started

Hi nonnie. So your ask sat in my inbox since yesterday and I thought about this statement a lot.

Answer under the cut. It's salty.

cw anon hate, cw roleplay etiquette, cw negativity.

I'm part of the RPC on Tumblr for maybe 1.5 years ... well since I started with Eskel in January 2022. I've been RPing on other social media for more than a decade now..but nothing could really compare to Tumblr.

The anonymity of this platform in particular is something that plays a huge part in why I started being very assertive of my boundaries.

I started out casually with a few rules here and there, but over the cause of over a year I learned a lot. Learned about the community works and what red flags to look out for. I learned how to improve my writing, how to spot partners who might be a good match. Learned how to tag, how to run a hub, how to run single blogs and multi blogs etc.

Through RPing on here I also realized a lot about what bothers me. Which wasn't all that clear to me. So over time I collected turn offs and turn ons, limits and likes.

That's a universal experience, a lot of RP partners told me the same.

As a people pleaser I tried to not be "weird" and have a whole set of rules and have potential partners jump through hoops. I tried to be as kind, benign and approachable as possible for new interactions, since RPing is just such a fulfilling hobby and I love making new friends and partners.

But as I started to be assertive about boundaries, I got hate.

And I wonder for what reason anyone would send a roleplayer hateful messages because they got more strict over time? Like?

Do I even want to have partners who don't respect m boundaries? I think not.

There has been drama, ghosting, hate, god modding, force shipping, mass dropping, vagueing, confronting me with my triggers over and over and over and at one point enough is enough and you rage type your rules down, sit on them for a week and then write them down again in a calm and neutral manner.

This is how my set of rules came to be.

Ngl when I joined and stumbled over the first rule docs with passwords in it, all cap pinned posts saying DON'T FOLLOW FIRST or NO OLD PEOPLE (they literally meant people over 21)—I scoffed. I thought, okay, some people are really full of themselves, huh?

But now I get it. Even all caps, red bold letters in bio and pinned post won't stop people from ignoring your boundaries completely and feel entitled to justifications of the other person's rules.

I described threads as a partner project and I mean it. That's why it's essential to know your own and the partner's boundaries. Boundaries are a good thing. Took me very long to understand that. And it's not a decision against someone else, it's a decision in your own favour and for your own comfort. Not everyone has to like or understand them but the demand to respect them isn't narcissistic, entitled, arrogant or whiny. It's basic human decency.

If someone thinks they're above you and your boundaries don't matter—screw them.

[m4niackkyun]

Idk what this is (trying to explore thier dynamic)

It was 2 AM, the house was dead asleep. A soft yawn escaped from his gaping mouth, he covered it up quickly with on of his hands. His hair was curlier than usual as he has just woken up to get some water from the kitchen downstairs. Just was he flipped the light switch on, a dark figure was sitting on the couch in the center of the living room. He raised an eyebrow, squinting his dark orbs to get a better look at the person in range.

“Hyung...?” he called out.

Hearing himself being called, the ravenette turned to the tall frame who was now rubbing one of his eyes from the sudden flash of light. “Oh..Jaemin-ah, uhm..s-sorry, I couldn't sleep.” he gave him a brief smile before averting his gaze back onto his fiddling hands. He'd been pricking at the skin for the past hour until a bit of blood started trickling out of the abused finger. Jaemin, who knew him far too well, instinctively grabbed a few paper towels from the kitchen counter and rushed towards him.

Sighing briefly before scolding the older, “Dae hyung.” he voiced quite sternly. Looking tentatively at his older brother as he wiped the blood off his fingers. “Huh? O-oh, ah-shit. S-sor—” “It's fine, hyung. You don't need to apologize for everything.” Jaemin reached for the small box under the coffee table, it's filled with all the things a first aid kit would have. He grabbed a band aid and handed to the ravenette.

“Here, patch yourself up. I'll make us some warm milk,” he instructed, earning a light nod from Dae-Jung as he quickly fiddled with the packaging.

Trying to be as quiet as possible as it is already so late, he grabbed a few cups from the cupboards and some milk from the fridge. There was only oatmilk left but, that'll do for now.

As he was heating it up on the stove, silence filled up the atmosphere between them. Nothing but the ticking sound of the living room clock that almost seemed like it echoed through the room.

“What...” Jaemin paused, a bit hesitant to say something. Dae-Jung turned around after hearing his voice briefly, “..yes?” their eyes locked onto each other. A bit awkward to say the least, “Did you...have a bad dream?” he started. A took a few seconds for the ravenette to respond, shaking his head lightly, “No, I just...couldn't sleep at all in my room. I figured I might fall asleep here but, didn't work..” Jaemin Nodded from his explanation.

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

“I..I hope you know that you're always allowed to ask for help. From me, hwan-ie, soohwa, mom, and dad.”

“....Hm.”

The curly haired teen slowly made his way towards the sofa, sitting right next to his hyung.

It took some time for him to convey the words he wanted to say, one thing's for sure though, with the way his bottom lip was trembling. He was scared.

“promise me, hyung. Promise me you won't hold it all on your own...and leave without saying goodbye.”

Dae-Jung shuffled slightly from where he sat, a bit caught off guard with his younger sibling's response.

“I know what you've been up to. You're planning to find him right? Your so called ‘father’. ” Dae-Jung's eyes widen from his statement, “How did yo—” “A-are you...” he swallowed, “Are you really gonna believe those lies people are telling you?? What about us?? Do you not see us as family to you...? You'd rather leave us to be with someone you never even knew let alone even exist in your life?!” Jaemin's raised his voice slightly, not too loud but enough to express his anger.

“I-i...” the younger let out a quiet sigh, “I'm not saying you don't deserve to know...but what will happen if you do? Are you gonna leave us...a-are you gonna leave me...?” he couldn't help it, he couldn't help but let the pools of frustration flooding his eyes flow down as lets out a sob, Dae-Jung pulling him into his embrace. He placed one hand over the younger's head to give him a sense of reassurance.

“I'm...sorry.” was the only thing he could respond with as he heard the quiet choked sobs of his younger brother, who was desperately trying to hold him from slipping away and never come back, forgetting what it means to find home.

[earth-b0y]

🔐

[This memory will be visible only to Henry, @bridges-to-ashes ]

You push open a pair of white double doors, heavy enough to make you exert effort to open them with a little grunt. Beyond the doors is an elegant room, one a fair size, but not too large, that the others call the tea room. You just think of it as the room where most of the desserts are kept, and you're in the mood for sweets.

The room has an almost celestial air to it, embracing a timelessly classic baroque-style with a white and gold colour scheme, save for the powder green boiserie panelling providing a muted pop of colour.

Sitting at the round table in the corner is Liar, standing out with her brightly 70s trousers and flowing-sleeved blouse. She grins from ear to ear when she sees you and sets her cookie down on the dainty plate it came from. "Well, well, well! If it isn't the little darling Min! It seems we both had the same idea, hm?"

"Mhm, guess so!" you chirp in response, trotting over to the midway point between her and the buffet table.

You glance at her plate, thinking cookies seem like a good idea, and you look at the array of delicacies set out on the table, and then it becomes much harder to decide which sweet you want. At times like these, it's sometimes easier to mirror someone else than pick something yourself, so you reach out to take a chocolate chip cookie from one of the tea platters, only to be stopped by Liar's hand placed softly atop your wrist.

"Huh? What's up?" You look at her, puzzled.

"Oh, Min, you should know that you can't eat those kind, dearie," she playfully chides, and you're even more confused. But after a series of jumps in logic, you shake your head.

"I'm not allergic to chocolate, Kri is," you say, figuring that she must have misremembered. Still, Liar smiles back, and their eyes twinkle behind their black birdcage veil.

"Ah, those aren't chocolate, they're raisin, and you can't have those, either!" She laughs, patting you on the head as you're about to protest, tell her you're not allergic to raisins, but she cuts you off with a slight drop in her tone. "Because you're a dog. Little pups can't eat those things, dear; they'll make you sick."

Liar chuckles and stands, swiping her plate from the table in one swift motion and sauntering to the door. You're too busy being taken aback by her statement to stop her, and then she's gone. Upon further inspection, you find that the cookies really are chocolate chip.