#was just thinking about when i first started my exchange year & there were basically 2 eateries on campus

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I wish all food service workers who are weird about regulars always ordering the same specific thing and tease them for it a very “please don’t do that”

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hiiii ! could you write a part 2 for the charles and the vibe fic?

YIPPEE!!

i was gonna write it anyways but now i have an excuse to do it!

warnings: this is pure filth, threesome (mmf,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT,) mirror sex, carlos is an ass guy, charles is a boobs guy tho, kinda exhibitionism?, creampie, sex under the influence kinda?, it's all consensual though!

all you wanted to do was tease charles. all you wanted to do was see how much you could tempt his resolve before it would crumble. you had no idea it would result in getting eaten out in the bathroom and then promptly realizing that carlos had heard the whole thing and had covered for you and charles.

in exchange, carlos wanted to make even on a bet that he and charles had made at the start of the 2023 season.

monaco. february 10th, 2023.

"what do you think the odds are that one of us wins a race this year?"

charles looked up from the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowing. "what do you mean?"

"i was looking at the red bull and mclaren numbers and our car splits them. we have a fighting chance this year, so do you think one of us will get a win this year?" charles moves a rook, taking one of carlos' pawns.

"it depends. if my entire radio just sounds like 'we are checking, we are checking' and i have to make my own strategy and tyre calls, maybe. if xavi learns basic engineering and communicative skills or gets replaced altogether, i'd say yeah, there's a chance."

"you wanna bet?"

"what are we betting?"

carlos hesitates, then looks up when he hears the door opening. something clatters in the closet before you can be heard cursing quietly, then rearranging the fallen shoes onto the rack. eventually, you come through the doorway to the living room, and, when you see carlos, your face lights up.

"carlos! cómo estás?" (how are you?) you walk over and lean down, kissing his cheek in greeting.

"bien. un poco nervioso para bahrain, pero el carro maneja fantástico este año. y vos?" (good. a bit nervous for bahrain, but the car drives amazing this year. what about you?) you walk over to the kitchen while he's talking and pull out ingredients to make yourself a bowl of yogurt and berries- your favorite snack to have after work before you take your pit bull out for a walk.

"i'm alright. the marketing team made a stupid mistake so i had to do some damage control that took way longer than it should have, but i know martin is going to give them absolute hell tomorrow for it, so at least it doesn't reflect badly on me." your bowl clinks on the countertop as you sit down at the island and take out your computer, your headphones that were previously resting around your neck being slipped over your ears. "i've got some emails to write for an upcoming content creator collab we're doing, so i'll be in my zone. you guys know the drill?"

charles nods. "hermit mode?"

you smile, slipping the second speaker over your ear. "hermit mode."

a few moments pass before carlos speaks again. "are you okay with betting her?"

charles' eyebrows raise. "what do you mean?"

carlos makes his move on the chessboard. "if i win more races than you this year, i get her for a night. if you win more races than me, you can use me for a night. however you want."

the thought of his teammate and closest friend getting to fuck you lights a fire inside of charles, and while he wants nothing more than to agree to the bet purely for the stakes of it, he needs to check in with you first. "can i run it by her and get back to you on that?"

carlos nods. "just get me an answer by bahrain so we can figure something else out if she doesn't want to do that."

italy. february 3rd, 2024.

you had forgotten about the bet. charles and carlos had not.

now, just minutes later, you find yourself with your back once again against the wall, but this time you're staring into carlos' eyes while he fingers you gently, your legs wrapped around his waist and charles leaning against the vanity facing both of you. your eyes unintentionally flick over carlos' shoulder to your boyfriend who is an absolute mess. he's palming himself over his slacks, and you can tell just from the flush in his face that creeps down to his neck and the way his eyebrows are pinched together that he likes what he sees. before you can eye-fuck him the way you know he likes, carlos pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, but he carries you over to the vanity and taps your ass to get you to let go. "spin around, amor. let me see that beautiful ass of yours."

this is a side of carlos that you've never seen before, and it would be a lie to say that it's not hot. without a second thought, you spin yourself around so that your back is resting against his chest and your ass rests against his crotch. "come on, hermosa. bend over." as slowly as you can, you lean forward, resting your hands on the vanity and grinding yourself against him and you swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of his own black slacks. as soon as your forearms are fully resting on the granite vanity, carlos runs his hands down your back and to the front of your legs where he pulls the scarlet fabric of your dress to gather on your left side, the slit opening so that your entire ass is exposed. "no panties?" oh. you forgot about that.

"i kept them for good measure," charles says, pulling them out of his pocket. "you want 'em? you might have to shut her up. she never stops moaning."

"i know. i heard everything. you two are lucky i was the one outside and not anyone else. now," carlos says, taking your panties from your boyfriend and shoving them in his pocket, "do you feel like returning the favor?"

the whiskey you'd downed earlier is taking its effect, and you can't help but bite your lip and nod. normally, you wouldn't be nearly as confident as you are now with someone other than your boyfriend having you in the position you're in right now, but you trust carlos and frankly, you're too turned on to care. charles is in the same room and you're both comfortable enough in your relationship that it's okay. "yes, carlos. i'll return the favor. whatever you want." as you're talking, you can hear carlos unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks, and when there's finally one layer of fabric between the two of you, carlos reaches into his jacket packet and pulls out a condom. before he opens it, though, you pipe up, your voice embarrassingly breathy and high. "i'm clean and on the pill. don't waste it if getting me pregnant is your only concern."

"are you sure?" carlos says, glancing over at charles. your boyfriend only responds with a shrug and points his thumb at you.

"whatever she says. you're the one fucking her."

carlos doesn't waste a second setting the condom on the vanity, pulling his slacks and underwear down his thighs just enough so that it's comfortable, and pushing into you. you have to bite your lip and cover your own mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, the stretch from carlos being so different to the one you're accustomed to with charles.

when you look up, carlos' head is thrown back and his hands grip your hips so tight his knuckles are white. it might be the hottest sight you've ever seen. "carlos." your voice is whiny, and you're shocked you can even get his name out.

"hm?"

"fuck me, please."

"are you sure?" his voice lilts in the way you're used to hearing, but this time, there's something slightly different about it. maybe it's the fact that he's currently buried inside of you, his hips flush with your own, or maybe it's the fact that every time you move your head to look up at him, your cunt squeezes around him so perfectly he fears he might cum within three thrusts, but either way, you feel so, so perfect.

"positive. now please. fuck. me." slowly, carlos pulls his hips back before pushing into you, slowly increasing his pace until every time his body meets your ass, you're shoved forward slightly on the counter and your breasts bounce forward, almost falling out of the low neckline of your dress.

"mierda, amor, tienes un coño hecho para mi," (shit, love, you have a cunt made for me,) carlos groans out, pulling your arms back and holding them with one hand while the other goes to hold you up by your neck. the restriction to your windpipe makes your head spin and the new angle has carlos' entire cock running against your g-spot with every thrust. you're able to wiggle your hands free, your left hand reaching back to tug at carlos' hair and your right goes down to rub circles around your clit, making you tighten around carlos' dick, and the combination of the pain from his hair being pulled and your cunt spasming around him makes him tip over the edge.

the feeling of carlos filling you up in turn sends you into your own orgasm, and as you cum, you look to your left, where charles jerks himself off watching you. when you make eye contact with him, though, it's the last straw and he spills into his hand with a quiet groan and his head thrown back.

the three of you catch your breaths and carlos pulls out of you gently, then shoves his cum back inside of you. the forgotten egg vibrator in charles' coat pocket is reinserted into your cunt and you whine at the overstimulation, slightly anxious that charles might tease you again, but he whispers a quiet promise in your ear that you've been good tonight, he won't turn it on anymore.

eventually, carlos slips out of the bathroom and you follow shortly after, walking back down the large hallway to return to the event. later that night, after speeches have been made, hollow promises have been spoken, and many, many bottles of expensive champagne have been toasted with, you make your way back outside, your arm linked with charles' as he calls his car to be pulled with the valet service. carlos walks up and stands next to the two of you, his car already on its way up, and turns to you.

"i'd say the bet is settled, no?"

there you have it folks :D

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friday nights || byun baekhyun

1:34 AM 250424 

word count: longer than i expected

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader (ft. im changkyun)

description: baekhyun ignores you for an entire week, and you don't know why.

genre: bestfriends to lovers!au, jealous!baekhyun, mutual pining, angst-ish, fluff after lmao

a/n: kinda rushed ending (?) lmk if you guys want a part 2 or a longer version!

You and Baekhyun have been best friends ever since you both got stood up by your dates on prom night. You vividly remember Baekhyun's reaction as your dates began making out in the middle of the dancefloor, leaving you both partnerless — and almost miserable. So, you invited him that exact moment to ditch the night and have some fun of your own, basically and invitation to sit on the gutter as you eat your melting ice cream.

But, that was a story for another time - now you’re in your third year of college. Your friendship’s been that long, and you swore, the last time you checked, the platonic energy between the both of you was almost tangible. Although you had a moments when romantic thoughts about him invaded your mind.

You swore it were mere milliseconds, though – and that you didn't think about how his hands could perfectly fit in yours and, how sweet his lips would've tasted like. Nothing of that sort, really. You knew that the both of you were awfully platonic, and nothing more. You didn't want to entertain thoughts of you and him together romantically, because it would never happen. Plus, you went out on a date last week.

You and Changkyun were totally hitting it off. And you would've told Baekhyun about him, but he's been ignoring you for the past 5 days. No calls, texts, nothing. Everytime you'd visit him on his breaks, he's always be out, or busy, or just not in the mood — which rarely happened.

So, you planned to corner him into telling you what's wrong. You really had no clue, but you've got a feeling that it had something to do with you. It was your break, and you checked your phone for Baekhyun's schedule. You both exchanged schedules the beginning of the semester, which is also probably why he'd been successful in avoiding you.

There was an overlap between your schedules. His class would end at around the same time as yours would start. But you were really determined to know what the hell's wrong you could just be late to class for a couple of minutes. And after a long, painful wait — catch him, you did.

He walked out with two of his friends, who you knew as Minseok and Jongdae. It was Minseok who spotted you first. He called Baekhyun and pointed at your direction.

"Hey, Y/N." Minseok waved at you, and so did Jongdae. You smiled and waved back as Baekhyun's eyes widened.

"Go on first, I'll catch up later." He told his friends, his eyes avoiding your gaze. The two walked off after saying goodbye.

"What are you doing here?" Baekhyun held your arm, gently pulling you to the side.

"You were avoiding me for a week, what's up?" You asked, eyeing him carefully. He reached to the nape of his neck. He removed his cap, fixed his hair, and put it back again.

"I... wasn't avoiding you," he said, still avoiding your eyes. You weren't convinced, so you pulled his face to meet yours.

"There, see!" you exclaimed, "you avoided my eyes again. What's wrong, Baek?"

"Nothing," he muttered. He glanced down his wristwatch, and urged you to move. "You're literally five minutes late to your class, get moving dumbass."

"No, I'm not leaving 'til you tell me what's wrong. Is it something I said? or did? Or, like, did something happen to your family? Come on, talk to me, don't shut me out like this."

You were honestly nervous, you feared that the friendship you had would be gone in a blink if you didn't do this.

Baekhyun sighed, and met your eyes. You heart dropped to your stomach. It felt different from his usual teasing glints, there were hints of longing. His eyes glossed a little, eyes bloodshot red. You immediately reached to his face, and his eyes closed and he leaned to your touch.

"Baek," you sighed softly, "have you not been sleeping?"

"Mmhm," Baekhyun hummed, hand on top of your hand on his cheek. "Let's...talk later." His eyes met yours this time.

You nodded with a soft, gentle smile. "Of course. Come over later? Let's watch a movie tonight." Your thumb ghosted over his cheek.

"But that's for Friday?"

You swore you saw Baekhyun frown a little from the loss of touch as you retreat your hand from his cheek, but you decided you were just crazy and that it wasn't like that.

You shrug, hands on your pocket. "We could do it like, two days earlier, it's fine."

"Why? So you could ditch on me and go on a date again?" He blurted out.

You audibly gasp, earning stares from passerbys. Your hand flew to your open mouth. "What do you mean? I didn't ditch you, I asked you if it was okay and you said yes!"

"I didn't!"

"You did! I even have the text messages here if you need refreshments, dude."

"Don't dude me, Y/N," Baekhyun groaned, rubbing his face roughly. It was an a look of frustration, and you felt it was directed to you.

"Is this why you're mad at me? Because you thought I ditched you?" Your voice slightly trembled. Now you were frustrated and confused.

"No!" he abruptly said, "No, I'm - I'm not mad at you, I just, Friday nights are for us," You internally winced, because you took that in way that isn't how friends should take it as.

"And you — "

"Baekhyun-ah!" You both looked at the direction of the voice. It was Junmyeon who called out with a smile as he approached you. "Oh hey, Y/N, what's up?"

You smiled and tried to push the argument you just had at the back of your mind. "Hi, oppa."

Baekhyun sighed, "What's wrong, hyung?"

"I couldn't find Chanyeol, he told me he'd be with you." Junmyeon's lips parted a lottle, "Did I interrupt you guys?"

"Yeah, we're kinda bu—" You interrupted Baekhyun.

"We just finished talking, oppa," you glance at your watch to avoid Baekhyun's intense gaze. "I have to get to class, I'm suuuper late. See you later!" You waved Junmyeon goodbye, and turned away quickly.

You hear Baekhyun call to you as the distance grew farther. You didn't want to lose Baekhyun over a fight like this, especially when you thought of him in a different light yet again.

~ • ~

Baekhyun's heart broke a little as he looked at you walk away. He let out a heavy sigh as he massaged his eyebrows.

Junmyeon noticed. "Are you good?"

Baekhyun looked up at him and nodded yes. Junmyeon was not convinced though, but he decided not to push it. "Come on, let's meet them."

Baekhyun stayed silent. He moved on autopilot, basically just following Junmyeon's footsteps — but not before looking back to the place you once stood at.

The guys laughed loudly in the middle of the restaurant. Baekhyun and Junmyeon settled down, "Did you get food already?" asked Junmyeon.

"We ordered pasta and pizza, you could order more if you want to, though," Minseok said. "It's Jongdae's treat for missing the last get together."

"Nice."

The guys continued to talk, and joke around. Food kept arriving at their table, and everyone dug in except Baekhyun. He was staring at nothing, just picking on his food with a fork.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Jongin nudged Baekhyun. He looked up, and forced a smile.

"Yeah, of course." There was a moment of silence before Chanyeol broke the ice.

"You guys remember Changkyun?” He asked. Baekhyun’s ears perked up, the name was familiar. Too familiar, in fact. His eyebrows knitted tightly, he couldn’t help it.

“What about him?” Sehun popped a fry in his mouth. Lay tilted his head slightly.

“He’s throwing a party tonight, he invited us.”

“What’s his business inviting us? We don’t even know him,” Baekhyun bitterly spat and did not go unnoticed by his friends.

Chanyeol and Junmyeon exchanged glances with Kyungsoo, who sighed and said, “We can just not go, it’s not a big deal.”

Baekhyun just drew a big sigh and ruffled his hair. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He’d been so bothered about you dating other guys, and he hated the fact that he couldn’t even tell it to you directly.

After all, you both agreed on staying strictly platonic after having witnessed your sister and her then bestfriend get married and divorced on the same year.

“What’s with you, Hyung? You rarely act this way,” Jongin asked, eyes full of concern.

Sehun snickered, “He always acts this way whenever a certain someone’s involved.”

Minseok hummed in agreement. Baekhyun groaned as Kyungsoo spoke, “You mean Y/N?”

“Precisely,” Sehun confirmed with a smirk.

“Aren’t you strictly platonic?” Jongdae asked.

“Yes.” Sadly.

“Huh, so why are you jealous?” Kyungsoo asked.

“I am not jealous.” Lie.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m not.” Yes, he was.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“What?” Yes.

“You do!”

“What are you even —“

“Someone’s got a crush —!”

“I—“

“Just admit it, Hyung!”

“N —“

“Baekhyun —“

“I love her, damn it!”

Silence filled the table. Everyone suddenly laughed out loud after his outburst — they knew you got Baekhyun fucked up in the head and they love to see it.

Now, Baekhyun’s admitted it and there was no going back. He had avoided saying it for the longest time for the fear of it “coming true” when he knew that he had no say in his feelings from the get-go.

“Just tell her, confess, do something,” Kyungsoo said.

“That’s easier said than done.”

“Would you rather lose her to Changkyun?” Lay suddenly spoke up. Baekhyun looked at him, and he knew his hyung made a point. He had to do something.

~ • ~

Time went by fast, and it's been two days since you last saw Baekhyun. Still, no calls nor texts from Baekhyun. You were beginning to doubt your decision of avoiding the conversation — you start to think that you should've let him finish talking before walking out like that.

Is he gonna drop by tonight? It's literally friday, its — its your movie night. Or is he never gonna talk to you, and you end up losing the love of your life?

Wait, no. He's your bestfriend, so you love him, right? Its that kind of love that's purely platonic, isn't it? Plus, you had a date! And you totally hit it off, you swore to god.

Okay, maybe you lied. You and Changkyun were bonding over relationship traumas instead of building up a new relationship. You both had a cup of sweet tea, but the conversations you had left a bitter taste in both your mouths.

Changkyun also mentioned someone he liked, and was in fact, asking for advice. That's why you both set another date for tomorrow, solely for the sake of advices. Besides, you also enjoyed complaining to him about Baekhyun's annoying habits that you secretly liked.

You then pace back and forth, probably hyperventilating and on the verge of another panic attack. You bite on your nails as you watched a late night game show, or atleast tried to watch.

You couldn't focus on it. You sat down, your knees bounced up and down. So you stood, but you kept pacing back and forth. And you'd look at the television, but would later find yourself starting at the clock. You were so immersed that you failed to notice the numerous missed phone calls.

Until the door bell rang. You sprinted towards the door, opened it in one motion.

And there he was, holding a bouquet of roses. He offered a sheepish smile, and offered up the bouquet.

You didn't even realize you've been holding your breath 'til you saw him on your doorstep. You immediately engulfed him with a hug, your tears threatening to spill.

He hugged you back as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. You missed his scent, so much.

You pulled away, "I - I thought you wouldn't — "

He cut you off, "Don't go."

You look at him, confused. You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, settling your hands on his biceps. "What? What do you mean?"

"On that date," he said, eyes intensely on yours. "Don't go on that date, please."

"Well, that's for tomorrow still, I —"

"No, you don't understand. I," Baekhyun took a deep breath. "I don't just mean tonight. I mean, don't ever go on a date with another man. Please."

You were speechless as you watched Baekhyun frown in thought, trying to compose what he wanted to say.

“I,” he paused. He looked his shoes, and licked his lips in anticipation. “I get livid when I think of another man touching you, or holding your hands, and the mere thought of you kissing someone else makes me go insane, you have no idea.

“My heart races when our fingers touch, and I can’t help but want to kiss you when you do something childish. Or when you cry because of a stupid movie — I want to grow old with you, sit under a tree and watch as our children run across the fields. I — I love you. For the longest time, I’ve loved you. I love you, Y/N.”

You were speechless and shaking. Here was the man you longed for, confessing his love to you — and you couldn’t believe it. Your jaw drops, and he looked at you with great intent.

“I love you, too,” you said, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You dumb idiot, what took you so long? I kept it all in, I waited for you for so long! I —“

He captured your lips with his in the softest way possible. A moment lingers as he pulled away,

“I’m sorry for making you wait, Y/N. I —“

You pull him back in, deepening the kiss as you hook your arms around his neck — bodies flushed against each other. He dropped the bouquet, and put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Shut up and kiss me, baby.” You said in between breaths and kisses.

[tf2-bhs]

Meet "Spy".

The most arrogant student in all of MANN high school and sixth form. Once he had a perfect life, over in France. Not an orphan, posh house, and perfect grades, and because of those perfect grades he was offered a chance to go over to England as an exchange student, which he obviously took. However, as soon as he got to the people he would be staying with, he soon realized that it was one of the worst opportunities that he had ever taken.

8 children, under one small roof, with only one familiar woman looking after them. He immediately clashed with the clan's youngest member a, then, 13-year-old boy called Jeremy. The pair often got into verbal spats whenever the younger boy's mother wasn't around.

However, despite them often fighting, the pair developed a sort of brotherly bond, with 'Spy' telling Jeremy long and intricate stories sometimes about things he's done in France, other times just to hit him with a 'your mom' joke. And sometimes Jeremy goes to 'Spy' for advice with the SAME SIXTH FORM GIRL.

'Spy' was only supposed to stay in England for his time in year 10, however, he made a special request to stay for an additional year, which his old school agreed with, as long as Ms. Sullivan was okay with it, and due to reasons still unknown, she was.

He's the second most mysterious student, second only to the 'Pyro', and that is primarily because we actually know that 'Spy' is human and speaks plain English, however, his identity is still unknown as he has never taken his hood off in front of someone and he always answers the register before his name is said.

Despite his posh exterior, he's partial to video games, especially a shooter game called 'Band Bastille 2.' He is an absolute sweat at it and is by far the best 'Infiltrator' player for miles. He even has a nemesis on the game who goes by the gamer tag 'ProfessionalwStandards', who primarily plays the 'Assassin' role, which he hates all player.s of but, and I quote, ", especially this so-called professional! He dares to say that he has standards!? All assassin players are just a bunch of pathetic lost souls who don't even know how to move their own characters!" - Spy, overheard at lunch, the other week.

Another one of his online activities that he loves to do is to get into arguments about the stupidest things. It could be about politics, a movie franchise he hasn't seen, or even basic trivia. Sometimes he purposely says the wrong thing, just to illicit a reaction from the person, and when the perfect time comes, he strikes and instead of putting an actual answer, he just puts the person's IP address and never looks at the conversation ever again.

Something that he just can't stand is vapes, and I quote, "Horrid, horrid things. With their dreadful flavours and stupid batteries. h, and do not even get me started on the braindead people who got the toilets permanently locked because they were using them there. I prefer to take my lung cancer the proper way with cigarettes!" -Spy again.

GCSEs

Trilogy

French

History

Drama

Art

Relationships

Jane 'Soldier' Doe: Apart from maybe Merasmus, 'Spy' is the only person to not put up with Jane's loud-mouthed attitude, saying "It wouldn't be tolerated in my old school, it won't be tolerated by me here."

Jeremy 'Scout' Sullivan: Read the first bit again, and then look me in the eyes and tell me you need this.

?? 'Pyro' ??: 'Spy' wonders what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask, but more so he wonders how, even when he's in isolation, he can always be found by the creature.

Mikhail 'Heavy' Ivanov: They often talk about literature that they've read, meaning most of their conversations take place hidden behind bookshelves in the library making someone think the school is haunted!

Mun-dee 'Mick' 'Sniper' Mundy: Do not let these two exchange gamer tags. They're at each other's throats enough already.

F??? Pauling: 'Spy' is her go-to when getting advice for help with the gals

??? 'Ma' Sullivan: They both know and they know the other knows.

Tavish 'Demoman' Degroot and Ludwig 'Doc' Koch: Nothing too bad, they have pleasant chats

[cocteaucherry]

this idea just popped into my head

but what if the reader was a first year, and they liked to call nanami their best friend (like gojo, but less menacing and more understanding and soft ig?) because they enjoyed nanami's reaction and reader was basically a happy little furball until they see a second year, gojo, declare that nanami is his best friend and it basically ends up in small little competitions between gojo and reader on who is nanami's best and better friend, and during those mini competitions and months, they start to realise something about each other and in the end, it ends up turning into gojo tyring to secretly impress reader and reader secretly trying to impress gojo, and nanami is just stuck being in the middle of all that.

this is the cutest concept so here’s what I have! For now I’ll probably make a pt.2

“Come on Kentoo! Why can’t we check out the new crepe shop?” A frown appeared on your face crossing your arms, “I already told you I have a long mission tomorrow.. and knowing you we’ll be out until morning.” He sat against the stone step, his head resting in his hands.

“Uhm.. nu uh..” you said in a teasing tone, you sat on the step next to him poking his cheek with your finger, you had met nanami on your first day attending Jujutsu High. You sat miserably outside having forgotten your lunch in your dorm, this didn't go unnoticed by Nananmi and he very kindly offered to share his. Ever since that day you and Nanami are usually always together.

“Please please please? Just do it for your best friend!” You pleaded clasping your hands together to give him a feigned pitiful look, Nanami knew what kind of game you were playing but his body betrayed him. Anytime you called him your best friend butterflies would erupt in his stomach and his skin would burn causing a blush to spread across his body.

He rolled his eyes trying his best to contain his composure, “F-fine-“ he was interrupted by you hugging him tightly, “Yayyy! Well let’s get inside, it’s chilly,” you exclaimed standing up, Nanami sighed standing up, he walked a bit up the steps opening the door as you stepped through. “So what flavor do you think-“ Your question was interrupted as you were bumped out of the way by a tall figure, “Nanamii! What’s happening?”

A lanky arm was wrapped around his shoulder as Nanami stared annoyingly at the figure, “Seriously Gojo?” He groaned out a very apparent vein popping above his right brow, ah Gojo you’ve heard of him around campus but you didn’t see him.

All of a sudden you felt a glare hit you and it caused chills to radiate down your spine, “Nanamii! Don’t tell me you’re cheating on me?” He pushed his shades down to stare at you, his bright blue eyes glaring marks into you. “Oh no no! He’s just my best friend.” This statement wouldn’t help your argument as a strange grin appeared on his face.

“Ohh? Well I’m sure Nanami could attest when I say I’m his best friend.” The senior snickered as Nanami peeled himself away from Gojo’s grasp, “I can assure you’re not-“ a finger was placed on his lips as the snow white haired boy kept his gaze on you, “As much as I’d like to entertain me and Suguru are going to that new crepe spot,” he bought his finger away to play with the bridge of his glasses. “I’ll see ya later nanamiii and y/n '' he said, opening the door and walking out into ending summer breeze.

He knew your name? But more importantly was the competition bestowed in front of you, nanami saw your face and offered a weak smile. “Don’t mind Gojo.. he’s a little too cocky for his own good.” You turned out his voice, already debating your next move, little did Nanami know a bounty was placed on his head

“Anything he could do I can do better”

Challenge one- Gift Giving

A week later the challenge had begun, you weren’t sure if Gojo had reciprocated the glares you exchanged with him in the halls but you sure had. You decided you needed to go all out, on Nanami’s desk that very morning a bento box wrapped nicely along with some little candies. Coincidentally Gojo had been walking with Nanami to his class, when both their eyes locked on the cutely wrapped lunch various reactions appeared, Kento had confusion and Gojo had confused anger.

“It’s very nice of her don’t you think?” Kento smirked to himself holding up one of the candies, Satoru’s jaw ticked a delayed nod following after. “Yup.. well I gotta get going.” The white haired boy said walking with quickness to get out of that classroom, he stood outside the door pondering his move as he sensed a specific energy pass through the halls.

A pep in your step and a sick smile on your face as you passed by, you glanced up at Satoru giving him a shit eating grin as you turned the corner. A vein popped in his neck as a grin passed on his face, “So that’s how it is..”

“Anything she can do I can do better”

Satoru passed around his dorm In a fitted rage, his anger being experienced by his tired eyed best friend sitting on his bed. “Can you believe she did that? I mean! I didn’t even get to make the first move!” He was upset he didn’t make the first impression. “Satoru.. is it that serious?” Suguru stretched his hands staring at the mini pieces of paper Satoru had him cut and write on, ‘100 reasons why you’re my best friend’. “How many years have we been friends, I’ve never even gotten a hundred reasons.”

“Anytime I try to express any emotion to you I get shunned.” Satoru rolled his eyes, staring at the gift basket he had arranged for Nanami, “I need more ideas.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Can’t believe you’re letting a first year work you up like this, I mean.. shouldn’t you be trying to impress some of our superiors?” Suguru smirked, tapping his fingers on his upper thigh, “well, personally I don’t give two shits about them.. they’re weak.” Gojo mumbled kicking at the wood floor.

“Oh? Is the Satoru Gojo sweating over two first grade sorcerers, never thought I’d see it.” Suguru huffed with a grin.

Satoru’s jaw dropped as he quickly tried to correct himself, “No! No! I’m not!” he exclaimed, sliding his glasses off to thump his head with his own finger. Then a metaphorically lightbulb appeared above his head, “What time does the bakery open tomorrow morning?”

Oh you were pissed, that afternoon you walked with Nanami to the training field carrying his large gifts from this morning, you weren’t able to see the set up but apparently. A blue gift basket was there stuffed with scraps of paper, flowers, candy and about seven different varieties of bread. Kento walked, taking small bites of bread as he walked, the expensive blue name tag hung from the basket and mocked you. “Y/N, I’m telling you it’s not that serious”

But now it was serious Satoru check matted you on the first round, you’ll have to bring your A game to the next challenge Acts Of Service

[thegnomelord]

was thinking about drawing Ifrit from "Hell has a basement floor" and had some headcanons on his appearance.

on one hand i was thinking to make him tall and burly, built big to store all the mana and power he has, make him built like a volcano.

on the other.... what if and hear me out.... Ifrit.... skinny. tall and gangly, long limbs, underfed, outlines of bones poking out from underneath the skin, sunken eyes for that extra unsettling factor. besides magic does have a cost. maybe it's just your body that needs to be exchanged.

now i thought of the second hc because tall and skinny isn't exactly associated with the kind of brute force Ifrit has but he's still strong even if his lifestyle is gonna put him in an early grave. now imagine when he's finally part of tf 141 they notice that he's not very well in the food and weight department for his height and the amount of energy he spends so... they start feeding him (especially Price and Soap because protect and care hoard/pack)......

i've also been getting into the trope where characters gain weight as a sign of health and living a better life. so yeah tell me what you think

and maybe share your hcs on Ifrits appearance because i don't want to butcher your creation on accident

Okay 1: you have no idea how happy it makes me when I hear ppl want to draw fan art of my stuff :DD, internally I'm like that dog video where the dogs happily tapping his paws lol bc he can't contain his excitement lol. And also yeah, I'm a huge sucker for the trope and your little idea with Price amd Soap tickles my brain.

And 2: man you did some mind reading bc your hcs are actually very close to what I've made up for the lore of the whole au. While I want to overall leave Ifrit's body type ambiguous to give readers some space to imagine themselves in Ifrit's place, Ifrit is 100% underweight with more of a volleyball/basketball player type build, as mages focus on stamina and endurance rather than raw strength bc that can be augmented with magic. Also has stretch marks because their weight fluctuates a lot lol

Okay lore spoilers so if y'all want to find out through the story skip this-

Okay so— magic is increadibly taxing on the body, not just by eating away flesh and creating mage marks as a Mage's power grows, but just by simply existing inside the body magic stresses the body. Because fundamentally magic is toxic to humans, and even mages who have the needed adaptations to utilise magic are no better than our ancestors when they were first learning to stand on two legs.

The best metaphor I have for magic is chemo drugs. They're used to kill a cancer but they also damage healthy cells. Magic, similarly, damages the body by existing inside it, but also is used by mages to heal the damage as soon as it happens. This uses a lot of calories and also why mages have really irregular weights, losing 10kg in a week isn't an uncommon thing.

Someone possessing even half of Ifrit's capabilities would need to eat 3x that of a regular human of the same height and weight. Mages are literally Shaggy from Scooby Doo lol. And that's only to get the bare minimum their body needs, caloric need becomes much bigger if they're active like Ifrit is. So you'll find that many mages, but especially military ones, are underweight and need to regularly get Iv fluids and nutrients to help their body recover from using magic. They also need to eat a lot of highly caloric food, which isn't easy when one of the most common side effects of magic use is puking your guts up.

Most military mages don't reach 30. The average life expectancy is around 25, with active duty (i.e. constant missions and daily magic use) mages lasting on average 3-4 years before their body basically breaks down, but they can last longer depending on how conservatively they use magic.

Now, knowing all that, Ifrit has been actively using strong magic on par with military mages since they were 14-15 years old and while they're not the healthiest, they're healthy as a horse when compared to most mages. The reason behind their continued survival — their mage marks.

[doomsdaydicecascader]

my problem with postcanon jade was that it said she was a cis girl before fusing with bec. i took it as the same "true in a transmisogynist way" troll as transmasc roxy

like, truly, i miss transfeminine roxy every day, and my house is fairly glass when it comes to things here considering i'm writing The Butch Lesbian Jane Comic, but like. the way homestuck fans exert ownership over the text of homestuck is fundamentally what the homestuck epilogues and post-canon are about. act 7 is about the dead calliope saying "fuck canon" and making her own, and she does not know how to care for the characters in question. i genuinely believe reconciling these facts, that what homestuck wants to be and what fans want homestuck to be are tangibly, ideologically opposed, is what post-canon is about

"fans read this character as X identity" is fine and good but that's paratext at best, and making demands of a text that has no obligation to respect them at worst. the epilogues are cashing in that desire to not respect them. homestuck has always been shaking off its readers who exert too much ownership, feel too comfortable with it. this goes way back as far as act 5 act 2 - the author commentary describes switching between walkaround sprites and hussnasty mode in such close proximity as a means of saying "if you always get what you expect, you will become complacent and that's no way for a reader to be", the "come in, go away" routine of homestuck is so repetitive now that i'm surprised basically nobody's caught on - homestuck is always doing insane flips to try and shake people off of it.

and now homestuck is doing that with your headcanons. like, this is a thing i see genuinely, all the fucking time in fandom over the past 15 years or so, people hype themselves up on paratexts and pretend the paratext is the source. the worst i ever saw of it was people having full blown self-harm threatening panic attacks because klance was not endgame in voltron legendary defenders. genuinely, i remember this so well - i think there were still two more seasons of the show after that event too, but i didn't watch it.

i only looked on from afar because what i saw of season 1 wasn't especially novel. castiel was never gay, no matter how many times he was caught leaking omegamusk in walmart or whatever, i'm stealing valor with this joke i was never a superwholock omegaverse girlie. there's so many fandoms i'm not a part of, it's unreal.

anyway, my point is people get really invested in their reads on characters and pretend it's real for the same reason a normie's sports team is gonna go the distance this season. and when they don't, they riot. this is literally just sports fandom 101. we may as well be talking about fucking inflategate here. i also don't go to sports. it's basically just homestuck for me these days.

i imagine this is what it's like to run my little pony before bronies came along: the show was negligible in relevance beyond its capacity to show off the new toys to play with. but the difference is that my little pony is about the toys, it's about encouraging that kind of play, it's fundamentally a set of toys they made a show about, as opposed to homestuck, which was always niche art for webcomics weirdos that caught on, quite literally, with the brony audience. i remember the first time i ever saw dave strider was on fucking ponychan, chronologically it would have been mid-act 5 act 2. it was an image of dave ransacking the lohac stock exchange, which is an a5a2 thing, it was before season 2 started, etc etc.

this is one hell of a tangent to say as far as the text of mspaintadventures is concerned, problem sleuth characters have gender signifiers that are more similar in nature to drag and performance of gender roles than any actual sexual dimorphism. homestuck characters are built atop the gender expression of problem sleuth. jade was a 13/16-year old girl, and that's the only information there was. over time, this changed.

this was an explicit change, too - it's in the change to act 6, passing through the fourth wall, that these characters, who fundamentally are game pieces, that homestuck starts to contend with the fact that people are emotionally invested in them as people. people don't like dave or vriska in the same way that people care about problem sleuth or nervous broad, and this comes out in the text. we get a lot of the best stuff in homestuck out of that change, too, like. the retcon only works because of that emotional investment, and i go so hard for the retcon. the retcon is the coolest thing ever.

and with that change, now, in 2024, she is explicitly a 39 (? i think she's 39.) year old woman with a penis. she didn't go from "cis woman" to "trans woman", she went from game piece to human person. there is no "cis jade" to be overwritten. you're assuming a "cis is default" worldview of a team of transgender and/or nonbinary people and thats just like. its not ideal, really

[bestofmultiverse]

I see heaven (crush me)

Chapter 2: Come on i dare you to love me

Trigger warning: this chapter contains bad written p0rn and horrible stuff as rape, violence etc.

haven't checked for mistakes, sorry in advance

Read on ao3 • chapter 1 on tumblr

Casey was late, again.

It was her second year first day, and last class for the day.

Alex's class.

In her defense, this time it wasn't her fault, she was pulled into an after class conversation by professor Callahan, that sexist asshole, and he just didn't want to let her go.

When she got into the classroom she met with alex's stern glare,

"Miss novak, are you trying to make a new tradition of being late to my class on the first day?"

This time, in contrast to last year alex let casey come into class and grab her sit at the front.

The class went smoothly afterwards, nothing too special, when it ended and everyone got up to leave alex spoke up.

"Miss novak, my office" alex said before leaving the room and walking toward her office.

Casey exchanged looks with her friend Elle - who was one of her favorite people in class. (A/N - yes i mean the original iconic legally blonde herself)

The blonde gave her a shrug and mouthed good luck as she went towards the exit.

"She has a death wish i swear" olivia said to one of her friends with a chuckle.

Casey sent her a glare.

When the redhead got to alex's office she got a stern look from the older woman.

Alex sat on her chair, casey decided to sit on the chair opposite from her , she felt she was in the principal office for scolding.

"Hey to you too"

Casey said sarcastically.

"Well?" Alex glared.

casey sighed

"I swear it wasn't my fault this time. It was this creep Callahan" casey said and alex raised an eyebrow

"The professor?" The blonde asked confused

"Yeah yeah he basically cornered me to have a long conversation about his goddamn ego"

"Well, he is a defense attorney" alex finally said after a moment.

Casey chuckled

"You're still mad?" The redhead asked and alex rolled her eyes and got up from her sit.

She crossed the room to make sure the door is locked before she went to casey and straddled her.

"Yes, but i think i have an idea how you can make it up to me" alex said and kissed casey's lips softly.

when she was about to break the kiss casey pulled her into her again, a bit roughly, her hands sneaking into the older's woman hair,

Alex's hands lowered from casey's cheeks to her throat.

To be honest at the last few months- since casey's end of season game the two were annoyingly in love, although life had different plans for them,

Their whole affair started while casey was still cramming for the last exams of the semester.

and than although it was the summer break- and they they found themselves spending some quality time together- both were fairly busy, alex took a work trip to NYPD to help the new york finest as a temporary ADA while casey started working as an intern in a law firm in Massachusetts along side some of the finest lawyers alex met.

To say alex didn't pulled some strings to get casey there will be a lie, but she would've done it either way, every year she chose the best first year in her class and gave them a chance to experience the real world.

This year it happened to be casey- who ended up being the top of her class, her friend- Elle woods a few steps behind.

The two barely seen each other in the past 2 weeks and they were craving each other's touch. Their make out session was getting a lot more intense by the second and alex found herself gasping for air as casey's hands opened a few buttons in her blouse, to reveal a red lace bra.

"You're so hot baby"

casey whispered before pushing alex's blouse off, leaving her in bra and skirt only.

"I don't think thats a good idea case"

alex admitted as casey pulled herself up with alex in arms, toned arms flexing as she led them to the couch.

"No one will know, everybody's gone home"

casey reassured the blonde before she pushed her down on her back.

Alex thought casey was the hottest human to exist, with strong arms that quite literally could carry her everywhere.

The older woman pulled casey into a bruising kiss, casey climbed on top of alex and kissed down her neck to her shoulder

she stopped and unlocked the clip of alex's bra before she threw it away somewhere and attacked her nipple with a skilled tongue.

Left hand pinched and played with the other nipple.

Alex moaned softly, both knew she needed this release, and soon,

To say the two waited a lot before jumping into bed will be a lie.

And god bless both, each time they had sex it was mind blowing.

Which also meant, that the fact they hadn't slept together in two weeks made both very desperate.

"I need you to fuck me , soon" alex said and pulled casey into her.

"Do you have any preferences?" Casey asked

"Hard"

Casey meant tongue or fingers but whatever.

The redhead smirked before she kissed down alex's half naked body.

she pulled the older woman's skirt and panties down in a swift flick of her wrist before she started kissing and licking her clit.

Alex whimpered and tried to keep herself from moaning loudly.

Before alex could even speak casey pushed two fingers into her, starching and filling her in matter of seconds.

Alex pulled one of the pillows to her mouth to muffle her moaning, she couldn't contain herself from making them at this point.

Casey's fingers curled and pushed in hard and fast.

she continued doing so while her tongue played with alex's clit until she felt alex's walls clutching around her fingers.

Moments later the older woman's body rose a few inches in the air as Casey helped her ride her orgasm.

"Am i forgiven now?"

Casey asked when the professor calmed down

Alex threw the pillow on her face while she still tried to fix her breath, both women laughed before casey laid down on the blonde's chest.

----

"How long?"

George asked when the two roommates set together in their living room, casey's long lags spread on her best friend's lap as she zipped through the channels.

"Till I'll find something good to watch? I don't know man, honestly everything is total garbage"

George chuckled at his friends clueless answer

"I meant how long you've been sleeping with your professor"

Casey almost dropped the remote

"I dont know what you're talking about Georgie" she tried to keep her heartbeat from spiking and failed.

"Case, come on, it's me" he said and she sighed.

She knew damn well this man was too talented for his own good.

"Damn you george huang" she said before she pulled her legs away from the man's lap.

She pulled her knees to her chest.

"Technically around 3 months, but she's been gone for a big part of it, we did our best but haven't saw much of each other" she admitted.

She looked at the man with raised eyebrow.

"How did you know?"

"Im good in reading people" the man said with a small smile

"And also, you have a huge hicky on your neck and i saw the way you look at her when you think no one can see you"

"Oh" she whispered

"Is it serious, case?"

The future psychologist asked and put his hand on his friend's shoulder

He didn't want her to get hurt

"We haven't actually made it official or anything, about it but i think it is."

"Maybe you should then"

George said before he snatched the remote from her grasp.

"You're so damn bad at picking movies, case"

Casey laughed.

----

Case: lex? You awake?

It was around 12 am, mid week, and casey was tossing and turning in bed. Her conversation with George repeating in her mind.

Lex: i am, is everything alright?

Case: i have a question

Lex: okay

Case: what are we?

Alex hadn't answered and casey started to get nervous.

Lex: i don't know, what do you want us to be?

Case: girlfriends i think.

Is it something you want?

Lex: yes. One hundred percent yes.

Casey smiled softly at alex's reply

Case: can i come over? I know you have a morning class to teach but i just want to be with you.

Alex smiled at the text before she put on a sweatshirt and grabbed her glasses and car keys

Lex: I'll be outside your building in 20 minutes.

Case: thank you

Lex: nothing to thank me for baby, im getting cuddles.

Casey chuckled to herself

who would've thought the great alexandra cabot, the ice queen herself, is actually a big softie.

When casey got out alex was already outside, the blonde was leaning on her car with a tired expression.

"You shouldn't have come, i could take a van or something" casey said and walked towards her.

"Nonsense, i wanted too"

She said and greeted the younger woman with a kiss.

Casey melted into the older woman, A soft contained sigh leaving her lip.

"Hello girlfriend" casey whispered to her as she broke the kiss, their noses brushing.

Alex chuckled and kissed her nose.

"All mine" she promised

The drive to alex's apartment was quick and before casey could even get sleepy in the car she was already in alex's bed, tugged into a warm blanket and her girlfriend's warm embrace.

Alex kissed her temple before she turned off the lights as the two women drifted off to sleep.

The morning came faster than expected and alex groan as she heard casey's alarm.

"Turn it off" alex grumbled and casey laughed before doing as she was told.

"Why are you waking up now you don't have classes until noon??" alex asked with an annoyed expression.

Casey chuckled

"I'm going for a run"

Alex rolled her eyes

"That's horrible Cassandra"

Casey laughed and tried to pull away from her girlfriend's grasp

the older woman pulled her back to bed.

"You stay"

Alex commended and wrapped her girlfriend in a bear hug with a pout.

How is that a grown ass woman

casey thought with a chuckle as she laid on her girlfriend's chest.

"Lex you're supposed to get up in like ten minutes, you know that"

Alex ignored her and closed back her eyes.

casey, who got bored after 45 seconds of staying still with no apparent reason started to suck on the older woman's neck with a smirk.

If she's not getting her morning run, alex not getting her sleep.

"Baby don't start something you cant finish" alex groaned and casey smirked

"You owe me my cardio" she said in a sultry tone.

Alex opened her eyes and glared at the younger woman.

If she wanted to play, alex would play.

Before casey could even understand what was happening Alex switched up between their positions so she was on top and then pulled her girlfriend into a bruising kiss.

"Then try to keep up" alex taunted.

It wasn't long before Alex's long fingers were curling inside casey's cunt.

The redhead whimpering and moaning with no restraint.

Her nails digging into alex's naked back as her girlfriend fucked her with no mercy.

Casey's body was a piece of art, in alex's mind,

Especially when it was naked, scratched and marked by her own nails and lips.

Abs flexed to perfection, skin glistening with sweat, hair messy and eyes widened.

Alex loved seeing casey like that, all vulnerability and at her mercy.

"Oh god lex- I'm so close"

Casey was bagging, her naked body rising up with every thrust of alex's fingers.

The older woman was fucking casey so hard she felt her wrist getting crammed.

Alex's alarm went off - the annoying beep making alex curse.

"Dont you dare cuming" alex said before she pulled her fingers out and turned it off.

Casey gasped in shock.

"You fucking asshole" she groaned

"I told you to not start something you can't finish" alex taunted "we're out of time now"

"Please alex" casey whimpered, she tried to pull her legs together , hoping the friction will help ease her needs

"You're trying to make yourself cum? now thats something id like to see"

Alex challenged and casey whimpered again while she sent her smirking girlfriend a deadly glare

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't an ass" casey said angrily and alex laughed before she parted casey legs open again and pushed two fingers in again.

"You fucker" casey breathed out and alex grabbed her girlfriend's neck with her free hand, pressing on it,

it wasn't hard enough to do any harm of course, but enough to make casey moan louder.

The whole ordeal it turned alex on.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" alex asked and used the thumb of the hand that was fucking casey to press on her clit.

Alex kept eye contact between them the whole time , blue eyes boring into green.

"Yes lex - please" she was bagging.

Alex smirk grew and she took the younger woman's lips into a deep bruising kiss

"Then cum for me baby" she encouraged her girlfriend and pressed a bit harder on casey's neck.

Casey needn't more encouraging than that, in a matter of seconds she was shaking, her orgasm ripping violently through her body as she was moaning hard.

Casey's nails dug deep into alex's arms and back as she came.

"Good girl" alex encouraged her as she came down from the high.

The blonde kissed her so softly casey thought she might faint - the contrast between that and their recent activity was dizzying

"God you're good at everything, that's not fair"

She couldn't complain, really, as the person who profited from this the most.

Alex chuckled and kissed her again. Their noses brushing.

"Trust me, you're not too bad yourself"

Alex wasn't even trying to hide how good casey made feel every time they had sex, she genuinely meant that.

Casey wasn't just crazily dedicated and smart, she was kind, beautiful, funny, an incredible cook, had killer body and was the best sexual partner alex had in her 40 years on earth.

Alex lied back down, half on casey's chest and half on the bed, nuzzling her nose into the redhead's red neck.

"I love you, case" alex said as casey played with her hair, she felt secure in casey's arms.

"I love you too, so fucking much" casey returned the sentiment "and also, i think i cant walk"

Alex burst into laughter, knowing damn well casey will be sore for days to come

"Im serious tho, how am i supposed to go to class without people asking questions"

Alex laugher echo in the room.

"Tell them you fell down again" the older woman chuckled

"Yeah? On my pussy? Im sure that will work" Casey joked

"Well, you're pretty flexible, they might buy it"

"Shut up will you?" Casey kissed alex's temple.

"Never" alex said and kissed her nose, lips, and dimples as the younger woman rich laugh echoed through the bedroom.

---

Alex and casey's relationship was going perfectly,

Of course the two kept it a secret from everyone- except George that figured it out but swore to keep quite,

Their time together was priceless for both, in between casey's job , classes & softball practices and alex's loads of work.

It was a Friday night when the two were getting ready to different parties.

Casey was going to a house party of some seniors she worked with in the cafe- this time she promised to grab a cab to alex's when it ends instead of trying and walk by herself.

The fall semester just ended and Christmas was right around the corner, and of course there was a Christmas party- a bit earlier than the actual holiday- alex had to attend.

She preferred almost anything but be there, but the high society woman that she was had to attend. Especially because it was full with many of her colleagues.

"Baby, have you seen my black strapless dress?" Casey asked as she walked into the bathroom where alex was fixing her eyeliner.

"The black one?"

"Yeah" casey said and kissed alex's shoulder

"You left it at your place"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah babe, why don't you use one of mine" alex said with a shrug.

"Oh yeah I'm sure no one will think it's out of place I'll be wearing a Versace or Dior to a house party while i'm here on scholarship" casey said, a bit harshly.

Money was a uncomfortable subject for casey, Alex knew,

While alex grew up in the elite of NY, as an only child of a very wealthy family, her girlfriend grew up in a middle class household- with 3 other siblings, they weren't poor, but casey definitely wouldn't be at harvard if it weren't for softball and both knew that.

Alex turned to her girlfriend and kissed her lips.

She knew Casey wasn't mad at her, just a bit defensive in her nature.

"C'mon i have some short fun ones you'd like, i promise they're more casual looking" alex reassured her girlfriend and packed her forehead.

"And if someone will ask questions tell them you have a sugar mommy" she smirked and casey chuckled.

Overall; alex was right, casey looked incredible in a short cocktail dress that made her ass look terrific

The cute bonus- that was dress alex wore the night they went to the ER after casey broke her nose. She wondered if the dress had the same effect of last time, just that this time the one to suffer will be the older woman.

One glance at alex said yes.

"You look incredible case" alex admitted before she kissed her girlfriend's shoulder.

"So are you" casey said truthfully,

Alex was wearing a white backless evening gown and her blonde soft hair was framing her face in curls .

"I gave you something" alex said with a smile

Casey looked at her amused

"A token for your friendship?" She said sarcastically

Alex chuckled and pulled out a case,

When she opened the fancy case casey saw the most beautiful necklace she ever saw, it was a white gold neckless with a moon shaped pendant.

Casey knew it was expensive without asking.

"You didn't have to"

"I know" alex said with a smile, casey smiled back.

"Can you close it?"

Casey said and alex nodded before putting the necklace on her neck- leaving a small kiss there when she finished.

When casey turned back to face her girlfriend she noticed alex's neckless.

It looked suspiciously like it was made to match with her own- opposites attracted kind of thing, instead of white gold moon It was gold with a sun pendant.

When alex noticed casey's stare she blushed.

"They're not completely different but not exactly the same, i wanted you to have a piece of me, even when I'm not there, same for me"

"Love the sentiment baby, but we're not going anywhere, I'm here to stay" casey chuckled and kissed her girlfriend hard on the lips.

They were officially together for 4 months now, growing stronger by the day.

"I ordered you a cab, the driver will be here in 10 minutes" alex informed her girlfriend when they broke apart.

Originally casey was going to go with her friends in george's car but since Elle and her boyfriend were joining them as well, she decided against it so no one will ask questions.

"If you decide to it stay at your place let me know, okay? So i won't worry" alex said as she grabbed her purse and kissed her girlfriend's lips again

"Of course baby, have fun!"

"I doubt i will, but thank you darling"

Casey rolled her eyes

"Bye baby, drink smart" alex chuckled before she went outside to her own cab.

---

Casey remembered partying being a lot more interesting, she went to at least 15 since the beginning of her college career, which wasn't a lot compared to others, but still.

The party was fun enough this, she played beer pong and danced with her friends and got to get loose before the exam season started.

after a few hours she found herself sitting outside in the house's backyard, having a conversation with a guy she never met before.

She didn't actually started the conversation - she originally went outside for a cigarette and to text alex, who asked about her well being, but the guy seemed nice so she tried to be polite.

He introduced himself as charlie, and was a business major

She was certain he was trying to hit on her- although she mentioned more than once that she was in a relationship and not interested.

To her annoyance the man didn't seem to notice or care about that.

Luckily for casey she managed to find a decent enough excuse to get away from the guy and go back inside to search for her friends

She found Elle first, the blonde was just about to search for her ti let her know she was leaving and that George was somewhere in the kitchen.

Elle ended up being right and casey found the man in the kitchen having a conversation with a friend of his.

When the redhead joined them, the woman, melinda, politely introduced herself and was eager to include casey in the conversation.

the three spoke among themselves for a few minutes or so before a fourth voice joined in.

Some fret guy butted into the conversation, clearly trying to make a move on melinda and put his arm on her shoulder, George looked at him with a glare as he saw his friend uncomfortable by the gesture.

George wanted to pull her away from the stranger but couldn't think of an excuse to do that without leaving casey alone with him as well- which he found unsettling as well.

At some point casey left the group in search for the bathroom, unfortunately for her she was drunk and the house was big and it took her 5 minutes to find the her destination, when she finished she opened the door to find a Charlie standing there.

It looked like he was waiting in line for the bathroom,

He was blocking the way, she figured it wasn't on purpose, so she waited for him to move, when he didn't she tried to push past him but Instead of moving away, as a decent person would've done, he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her back into the bathroom.

----

George and melinda were searching for Casey for a while, it's been over 20 minutes since she left to the bathroom and the two got worried.

The redhead wasn't answering her phone - which wasn't like her considering the fact she texted alex none stop through the evening.

When they did found her he gasped in shock,

She was laying on the floor, unconscious with an ugly bleeding gash on her forehead, her dress , alex's dress, was pulled up and whoever done that to her basically ripped her panties off.

George wanted to run towards casey but couldn't move, luckily for him, melinda was quick to react and was already checking for pulse.

"Call an ambulance" the woman shouted at him.

George couldn't move, he couldn't breathe.

"What happened?!" He heard, he turned around to get glimpse of brown hair.

He never had a conversation with the woman next to him, but she was familiar enough.

Olivia benson pulled her phone out and called 911 before she took off her letter jacket and covered casey half naked body.

"Is she dead?" Olivia asked melinda,

"no, but we need that ambulance now"

-

In the meantime at the other side of town alex was already in the apartment.

She managed to get away from the Christmas party eventually , it was around 2 am at this point and she had an unpleasant feeling in her gut.

Lex: getting here soon?

Alex sent casey a text before she went and changed to sweatpants and one of casey's t-shirts.

After her whole makeup removal and skin care routine she checked her phone for new messages but there was none.

Alex trusted casey, full heartedly, but she started to get worried, it wasn't like her to not text back pretty instantly.

Lex: babe?

Nothing.

Alex decided to call casey, maybe the younger woman hasn't checked her phone for a while.

When she reached voice mail she gotten more worried.

She waited another 30 minutes, sending some more texts and tried to call again

Still no response.

After the 3d try she got a call back.

Casey's name flashed on the screen.

"Where are you?"

She answered worriedly.

"Professor cabot?"

Alex's eyes widened in shock.

"Who is it?" She asked.

She'll have enough time to freak out about this later.

"It's olivia benson. Im with casey in the hospital"

Alex felt herself getting dizzy and sat down on the couch.

"Casey's been attacked" olivia said , her voice calm.

--

Alex hated hospitals and her shoes weren't made for running, she found that out, as she ran to the section olivia told her they were at, when she got there she was met with 3 traumatized young adults.

The first, alex didn't knew who she was, was sitting with her head in her hands- seemingly trying to calm herself down, there were a few blood stains on her shirt and alex almost fainted out of fear.

The second was casey's roommate, the man was pacing with eyes bloodshot and wet cheeks.

Not a calming sight.

And then there was Olivia benson,

The brunette was standing near the wall,

She didn't adress the elephant in the room, which was alex being there as someone other than a concerned professor,

She got to the point quickly and took alex out of her misery.

"They're still examine her, we found her unconscious, i think she was hit in the head with something but we don't really know what happened, we're just guessing at this point"

Alex chocked and covered her face with her hands

"You should sit" the brunette calmly said "Ill get you water"

Alex wasn't even in condition to argue, everything she felt was clouded with worry and anger.

"Cassandra novak" a doctor came out.

Alex bolted to him, the others not far behind.

"Cassandra has a concussion and will stay here for a day or so. But there's more"

When the doctor said what the other 3 already dreaded to hear alex started to sob.

Cassandra was raped.

He said

"Can we see her? Is she awake?" She choked on her words.

"Follow me" the man smiled sadly at them before showing them the way to the room casey was at.

Just when they walked into the room a nurse and a police officer left, alex figured it was someone from the sex crime unit and made a note to herself to call to an ADA she trusted in the morning.

When casey saw her she started to sob uncontrollably, without thinking alex quickly got to her and pulled her into her arms.

Casey flinched for a second.

"I tried to fight him off" casey sobbed and alex's heart broke, she felt a tear escaping her own eyes as she kissed her girlfriend on the head.

"I know baby i know" she whispered to her.

---

Alex was worried sick.

It's been months since casey got attacked and raped by the poor excuse of a man and she was slipping away.

She became a lot more angry, suspicious and scared, and the worst part was that she wouldn't adress the situation.

She was frightened by touch, one time a classmate in alex's class touched her arm and she instantly pushed him and left the room- alex wanted to go after her, unfortunately for her being the professor meant that doing that might look suspicious to others.

Luckily for both olivia was quick to do so.

[nakanotamu]

good day madam, i am a hungry lesbian in need of your gayest wresting moments. can you spare me a cup of gay?

Anon you have come to the right person. Everything's been leading up to this. This is what it's all been for. This will probably be long.

Anon I got so excited about this I even solicited my friends for THEIR gayest moments so I'll do those first. You were recommended:

Mahiro Kiryu briefly getting a takarazuka gimmick in TJPW's Hyper Misao produced show HYPE

Giulia vs Konami from the 5 Star GP 2021, which was described as "the first match I remember watching and going OH MY GOD KONAMI AND GIULIA ARE FUCKING", and their feud did later give us a promo where Konami was like "Hey Giulia, you know how I bully you and you like it?" and Giulia was like "Ahaha, yeah?" and Konami was like "Well that's basically our entire relationship, so there you go." She did have examples.

pretty much anything with Raku/Pom Harajuku/Yuki Aino in TJPW, who my friends have lovingly dubbed the Pomycule

Okay enough from them though. You didn't ask them, you asked me and I asked them. Now for the me. I think it's important to note as well, anon, that not all of the gay shit in wrestling happens in a match, or even in the ring. Sometimes it's just shit on social media, a lot of the time it happens at press conferences, you must maintain constant vigilance. Anyway.

Whatever the fuck Syuri and Utami have going on, which I wrote about here.

There was the time Himeka kissed Syuri last year

There was Komomo enjoying getting beat up by Saki Kashima a Little Too Much, which I wrote about here.

There was the exchange between Utami and Syuri at the press conference for Stardom Gold Rush last year

There was Tam Nakano starting an entire faction to, in her own words, surround herself with women with big boobs (their focus has since shifted)

There was AliKaba, the tag team of Giulia and Syuri, which was basically just one long enactment of gay longing from Giulia

There was the time Giulia posted this picture with the caption ^-^ and then deleted it

There was the time FWC, the tag team of Hazuki and Koguma, spent 5 hours in the bath together (sadly they just talked about that I don't have pictures)

another time FWC both got matching bruises at the same time, and then later confirmed that yes they got them together. In the bath again

There were both Cosmic Rules matches at Stardom in Showcase 1 & 2 which I unfortunately don't have any great screenshots of but I'm positive were inspired by lesbian porn

There are constant small exchanges like this that don't even have a lot of context they just happen all the time

There was the time Hikari Noa had a hardcore match against Nao Kakuta and after they did this

There was the time Mina Shirakawa spat on Saya Kamitani and then licked her face

There was this shit in Act Wres Girlz, which for the record kind of depressingly does not do gay stories super frequently but has legitimately I think the highest percentage of out wrestlers I've seen in any company

There was the brief Tam Syuri feud which shockingly somehow did not involve anyone kissing but had the vibe that they were kissing mentally the entire time

There was every single exchange Tam and Natsupoi had before they realized they were still in love with each other but ESPECIALLY their cage match

And, for my money, the gay moment that lives the largest and dearest and most bittersweet in my mind was when Tam and Unagi had their singles match as part of the 5 Star GP last year, which was, unknown to us at the time, something of a farewell tour for Unagi before she went freelance, where afterwards they hugged in the ring for two minutes and then kissed.

I'm gonna cut myself off there but trust me I could go on and on and on for way too long but that's why I think you should watch for yourself. Wrestling is always moving and new gay stuff is always happening. In conclusion,

[dutifullyscreechingdragon]

Blitzø X human!assassin! Reader

First encounter

Summary: Blitzø gets a commission for your murder. Naturally, you'd prefer not to get murdered. Unlike his previous victims, you actually have the skills to avoid bullets... And to charm the imp.

A/n: This is the first part of the short series. I will definitely post at least two more parts. Here you have links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First Encounter -> you're here:)

Part 2: Blooming feelings

You were an assassin

But unlike Blitzø, you were selective in your targets. You didn't JUST kill. You killed the worst of the worst: rapists, murderers, basically the scum of the Earth

No wonder, you ended up on Blitzø's hit list. You had a lot of enemies in hell, it was only a matter of time, until one of them commissioned your death.

Yes, your line of job was dangerous and demanded killing people. You know what else it demanded? Not being killed in return

Which is why Blitzø's first assault on you failed miserably:

You were walking down the street, minding your business, really. You were off work (aka not killing people at the moment). A rare occasion, which is why you decided to use it to the max and enjoy your day to the fullest. So yes, you were making your way down the street.

That's when the shooting started. To say you were pissed would be an understatement of the year.

"Come on" you grumbled falling to the ground, trying to avoid the bullets "Why can't I have a single day without having to fight for my life?"

Blitzø didn't expect this to be a hard job.

He didn't think of you as a strong or capable, for that matter, oponent.

You didn't think this fight would last long.

You didn't think your assailant was very much capable either.

Needless to say, both of you were very much wrong.

Half an hour has gone by and your fight was still in progress. You were currently behind a car, which was starting to get filled with more and more bullet holes.

"Hey! Maybe stop wasting bullets?" You shouted in frustration.

"Wouldn't have to if you just died" you got a reply. You rolled your eyes. "And anyways, why are you bitching about my shooting? Like you could do better" his voice was grumpy, like a small child about to throw a tantrum

"Yeah, I actually could. I'd kill you with one"

"Why haven't ya then?"

"I forgot my gun at home" was your pissed reply

You heard laughter from the other side of your impromptu hiding spot.

"Haha that fucking sucks for ya, bitch"

"Yeah, I figured that much..." You said in resignation.

You risked a glance from behind the car and earned yourself a rain of bullets.

That's how you spent the next 20 minutes: exchanging quips, followed by series of machine gun fire and repeat.

Sometimes you had to change your place of cover, seeing as the assailant managed to destroy it or approach you from the side.

And finaly, time came for the question:

"Why'd you want to kill me anyway?"

"Well, hmmmm" the shooting stopped for a moment. 'Guess we're back to talking', you thought.

"How do I say it?" He continued nonchalantly "I got a comission to kill ya. Got paid hard cash for it. So soz, but ya gotta go babe. Nooooo hard feelings" he said in a childish, mocking voice.

"Oh! Who was it?"

"Whaaaat?"

"I mean, who payed for my ticket to the other side?" You clarified.

"Uhh just some dude named-"

"Wait! No! Let me guess" he didn't protest, so you started listing off names:

"Was it... Rogers? Adams? Smith? It must've been Smith, that son of a gun had it out for me" seeing as he didn't confirm it, you continued, "Not Smith, then. Uhhh Carols? Barnes? Danvers? No? Was it the leader of that cartel I shut down a month ago?"

Finally Blitzø had to interrupt and actually tell you who it was. He was startled (and slightly impressed) by how many people actualy wanted you dead

When he ran out of bullets, time came for hand to hand combat. You didn't disappoint him in this area either.

Aaaand you got a chance to get a better look at the guy. Though.... you had your doubts whether it was a 'guy'... His skin was red, with some white marks, and he had horns, long, curving slightly towards the end. From your rich experience with human beings, he definitely wasn't one...

You ducked from a punch coming your way and retaliated with a sweeping roundhouse kick.

"What's" you said between the heavy breaths of exhaustion "your... Name?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Blitzø, the o is silent" he breathed out "Yours?"

"Y/n" you replied

"Cool" he replied as a few more punches came your way. A bit later he continued:

"Now if you'd let me do my job..."

"Gosh, you're so stupid. This is so inefficient" you stopped abruptly, causing him to stop as well.

"I can't just let you go. I have to kill you!"

"Ugghhh, don't you get it? You should wait until your have at least 5 more murder requests for me. That way you get quantuple the amount of money. Gosh you're so stupid "

"So, you don't mind me killing you? Cuz, you see, that's kind of hard to believe, sweetcheecks"

"Look, I'm telling you the most efficient way to use your resources. I'm not telling you I'd be an easy kill...."

"Well I guess I could-" Blitzo was cut off by an explosion. The air was filled with smoke. In one swift movement, you jumped over a fence and a few minutes later you were on your merry way home.

You see, you weren't just idly hiding from the bullets.

You didn't have ammo, but you had knowledge and... Some chemicals you forgot to unpack from your bag. With your limited supply, you managed to produce some semblance of a smoke bomb.

And that's how you got away.

Blitzø tracked you down again. And you escaped. So he found you again, and you managed to avoid death oncemore

At first, you took your 'rivalry' seriously, you really did. But there's only that many times you can engage in mortal combat with a person before it becomes ridiculous to deny that there is more to it than just killing each other.

You realised, that you started to look forward to Blitzø's surprise attacks. And Blitzø realised that maybe sometimes he has been throwing off his aim on purpose

Both of you were scared to admit your feelings, but the whole endeavour was starting to cross the line to absurdity

Something needed to be done about it

So..... You took the initiative:

It was another fight. It was becoming a routine by now. This one, however, would end with a small twist

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

314 159 2653

You got a text this very evening

A/n: that's part 1! Hope you liked it:) The second part will encompass your and Blitzo's developing relationship… so.... Stay tuned ig

(I'll probably post it somewhere around 6th or 7th May?)

[twiceasfrustrating]

A Difference of Opinion 2

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Main Character/Reader, Barbatos, Diavolo

Additional Tags: Yandere, Conniving, formally sick burns all around, antagonistic tension, non-consensual kissing

Summary: The only thing that matters to you is that Diavolo thinks of you as an equal. You may not entirely understand the politics of the Devildom, but you know you would be good for him and his ideals if given the chance. Diavolo’s attendant, however, silently disagrees and always finds a way to let Diavolo know.

A/N: One of the enablers won. They basically poked me until this came out. Only a year and a half later.

Word Count: 3919

Prev

Diavolo invited you to tea. Just you! Not Lucifer or Solomon or Simeon. Only you! He wanted you enough to ask to see you alone. You were positively delighted as you knocked at the front door of the palace, waiting to be let in. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the pleasure of being greeted by Diavolo as you had wished.

Instead, Barbatos glared at you for only a split moment as he opened the door, eyes burrowing so deep that it seemed he was trying to pierce straight through your eyes and into your brain. Just as quickly, as if he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to greet visitors in his master's stead, he corrected his expression to a painfully formal one. Disappointing. You were hoping to watch him lose his composure a little longer so you could mock his unprofessionalism.

"Welcome," he said with barely restrained contempt. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" The unstated wish for you to remove yourself from the premises hung heavy in the air.

Unfortunately for him, you didn't care what he wanted. "Diavolo invited me. Didn't he tell you?"

"Ah, yes," he smirked, "he did tell me to expect a guest, but from the way he spoke I thought it would be someone important. That was my mistake."

Oh how you wanted to ring his neck. "Are you claiming that Diavolo's precious exchange program isn't important? He would be so heartbroken to hear that."

"Please refrain from spreading falsehoods like that. Such baseless rumors would be the true detriment to his morale." He opened the door wide, motioning for you to step forward. "Lord Diavolo is in the drawing room. You may see yourself there."

“Oh? You won’t see me there? And here I thought you prided yourself on being Diavolo's loyal dog – I mean, his beloved butler.”

“Please,” he tried and failed to hide the annoyance in his voice, “we both know I have better things to do with my time than walk you down the hall like an infant. But if that’s what you wish, I would not deny any guest of the Young Master’s hospitality. I would hate to think that even the most unworthy failed to see the extent of his generosity.”

“No thank you,” you said as you stepped inside to let him close the door at last. “I think I’ll be able to find my way there without the assistance of a nanny.”

“That is wonderful to hear, because we do not have one.” He bowed to you, but it was clearly in jest; not low enough to show respect, his head still turned up so his eyes stayed locked with yours, and he was too quick to stand back up and walk away before you could take your first steps.

It must have been destroying him inside to know Diavolo cared about you enough to invite only you to a private tea with him. The poor butler probably had to realize by now that he would never be able to compete with you, the personification of all of Diavolo's ideals. 

It was fun to watch him try though.

You knew the royal palace more intimately than the back of your own hand at this point. Every turn and corridor held a story you could recount with exceptional detail and elegance. That painting on the wall was the one you first asked Diavolo about when you couldn't think how to start a conversation. That wooden podium was the same one you'd stubbed your toe on and Diavolo had worried about you so much that he carried you to your destination. Around that corner was the room where you'd listened to him quietly humming to himself from just outside the door before Barbatos had found you and ruined your private moment of peace. Further down the corridor was where Barbatos had unceremoniously dragged Diavolo after you'd attempted to rescue him from the endless pile of paperwork and forms that kept him away from you. 

The drawing room wasn’t far into the palace, but each step reminded you of another precious memory you secretly shared with Diavolo inside of your heart. Everything he did was simply too wonderful to neglect or forget. Soon, you wondered if your heart may just explode from trying to keep them all contained, and, if it did, would Diavolo help you pick up the pieces? You would die of embarrassment if he saw everything inside of you displayed and laid out so shamelessly, so vulgarly.

The thought made your face run hot and you had to take a moment to temper yourself as you finally reached the entrance to the drawing room. In front of Diavolo, you would do him no less than proud. You would be his perfect human through and through because that was what he deserved.

Taking one final breath to calm your frayed nerves, you finally opened the massive, ornate doors in front of you.

And nearly burst a blood vessel as you saw that Barbatos had beat you back to Diavolo’s side.

Despite the unwelcome sight, you kept your face cheerful by focusing on the sight of Diavolo already seated and wafting the aroma of his tea upward to enjoy the fragrant scent that flooded the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said as you let the doors close behind you and walked toward him.

His face lit up even brighter than before as you walked closer. “No. You’re never late!”

“Actually, My Lord,” Barbatos interrupted, “they were supposed to be here nearly two minutes ago.”

Pedantic as always.

“What’s two minutes between friends?”

Bless Diavolo’s pure heart.

You took your seat at the table and smiled pleasantly at Barbatos as you dared him to pour you a cup of tea, as was expected. He did so with a polite smile expression on his face, but notably overfilled your cup so that it would spill slightly over the rim if you did not pick it up carefully.

For a moment, you genuinely considered letting the tea overflow onto your hand so Diavolo would fret over you, but that would also allow Barbatos the opportunity to critique your manners. It was better to behave immaculately in front of Diavolo.

You picked up your tea cup with a condescending smirk as subtle frustration crossed Barbatos face at your steady hand keeping the cup level.

“What were you two talking about?” you asked, knowing that they had been speaking of something or other before you opened the doors to the drawing room.

"Oh! Don't worry about it." Diavolo lifted his tea to his lips, seeming to avoid having to speak further about it.

"Do not be so humble, My Lord," Barbatos cut in. "You've managed to finally convince one of the oldest noble families in the Devildom to hear out your vision for the future. Such things should be applauded. Your goal is closer than ever before."

"You flatter me," Diavolo chuckled as he set down his cup. "But I am glad."

You set down your tea, using your pinky to cushion the bottom of the cup so it didn’t clink against the wooden table as you had been begrudgingly instructed some time ago by Lucifer and Barbatos when they were teaching you the basics of high class manners. Thank goodness they had too, otherwise you may have slammed the porcelain cup against the table and shattered it in the process. 

"I'm sorry," you said with a smile to try and appear more affable. "I don't think I quite understand the good news."

After all, the only thing you heard was that some haughty demon too big for their breeches had made a move on your prince.

"Oh!" Diavolo's face practically glowed as he began to speak. "The House of Lords and I have never quite seen," he paused, searching for the right words, "eye-to-eye on our relationship to the Human and Celestial Realms. They've had issues with my plan from the very beginning and having that kind of strife between me and them has been… difficult.

"But," he beamed, "the House of Abaddon has finally agreed to meet with me to discuss our future diplomacy with them."

"Having their support is a great boon, since they are one of the oldest noble families." Barbatos did not smirk outwardly, but you could hear it in his voice as he silently berated you for your lack of Devildom political structures. "They command a great deal of respect and power among the others."

You shot Barbatos a brief glare that seemed to leave him entirely unaffected.

What was more pressing now was recalling which demons belonged to the House of Abaddon. Considering they were a noble family, that meant they were most assuredly invited to Diavolo's balls and soirees, which meant you had surely seen them at some point since you often attended those same parties as the symbol of Diavolo's precious ideal future. The issue was that the demons from the House of Abaddon weren't coming to mind. Neither their demonic faces nor their human facades came to mind.

Who could they be?

"Young Master," Barbatos intruded in the conversation yet again, "I believe you have forgotten that they are from the human realm. They are not familiar with the noble families or their members."

Diavolo looked shocked for a moment before laughing boyishly and blushing so brilliantly that it made your heart skip a beat. "You're right, Barbatos. I should explain, shouldn't I?"

Oh, Barbatos was a sly fox.

He hadn't pointed out your confusion out of a sense of altruism. He had done it to highlight your ignorance. The divide between you as a human and Diavolo as the future king of the Devildom was now made apparent and seeing you as anything other than an outsider in this situation was now impossible. There was now a fissure between where you and Diavolo stood.

A fissure that only grew wider as Diavolo began to speak.

"The new head of the House of Abaddon took over only a few years ago. He's been stabilizing the family since the last head died unexpectedly." No doubt due to outside influences. "I believe you met him once before. His name is Apollyon."

That name sent an icy cold trickle down your spine because you had indeed met Apollyon. He was a handsome demon with thrice spiraled, corkscrew horns and black-scaled wings that he often kept folded back. He also had an eye that somehow reminded you of that brief moment of panic you had when you found yourself falling up the stairs after missing a step. 

"Now that you say the name, I do recall meeting him."

He was one of the leeches that had been clinging to Diavolo lately. Whenever he looked at you, his one good eye was always twinkling with contempt for your presence because you didn't pretend to be swept up in his false charisma. Unlike Diavolo who was so easily taken with even the lowest of scum if they smiled at him and showed even the most vague of interests in his ideals. Despite his ability to tell when someone was lying, Diavolo seemed to overlook all fibs and falsehoods when it came to advancing his planned future.

"I wasn't aware that he was a friend of yours."

"Well," he held the word for a beat too long, "we've known each other for a long time."

Ah! So not a friend. He would be more appropriately described as a potential business colleague. Somehow, that was more frustrating. In order to turn Diavolo’s attention away from a demon that promised to advance his grand plans, you would have to break his innocent heart. Doing something to harm Diavolo like that was outside of your comfort zone. You would have to get creative with sabotaging his efforts.

Every plan you could think of ended poorly though. Either you failed to convince Diavolo, or he overlooked Apollyon’s antics for the sake of furthering his goals, or you ruined your own relationship with him. When you were up against Diavolo’s ultimate plan, you would never succeed. It was that drive that made you love Diavolo, but it also frustrated you to no end.

You set your cup back onto the table and stood from your seat.

“I apologize, but I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon.”

Diavolo’s eyes squinted for a moment before he opened and closed his mouth.

“I understand.”

You excused yourself, going into the hall and walking toward the bathroom so you have privacy to think through your next move, but failed to make it there. Instead, you broke down in the hallway out of frustration. Tears started to slowly run down your cheeks as you tried to formulate any kind of plan that would free him from whatever hold this lying demon had on him. No matter what you thought of, though, you couldn’t separate Diavolo from him so long as promised what Diavolo most wanted; the future. And if you tried to push the issue, you would be the one who was pushed away. Not gotten rid of, but you would damage your relationship beyond repair.

The tears only fell faster as you tried not to scream.

How could you show Diavolo that Apollyon was manipulating him just to say he had the future king as an ally?

You felt so lost and hopeless as you stood there.

That was until a voice like nails scraping against your eardrums broke you out of your planning.

“You seem to forget that lying to the Young Master is not an option.”

You knew that voice. Of everyone that had to see you like this, it just had to be him. He was probably loving the sight of you broken down so hopelessly, wiping fat streams of tears out of your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

Well screw him!

"Are you already letting your terrible butler facade slip? It's rude to stand around and watch someone cry."

"Do not flatter yourself in thinking I care about what state you happen to presently be in." Barbatos reached into his pocket for a black handkerchief which he held out to you with only two fingers. "Lord Diavolo is kind enough to worry about his guests, but often needs a reminder that he does not have time to waste on their emotional outbursts. Clean yourself up and return to him at once so you stop causing him distress.”

You sneered at him, no longer attempting to play at being civil with him. "They're using him. You see that, don't you? How can you pretend it's not obvious?"

These demons didn't respect Diavolo. Every single one of them saw him as nothing more than a naive pawn in their political games; a piece they called king but that they all danced around as they took the entire board for themselves. He was too kind to see how thoroughly they were trying to use him.

"Unlike you," he spit the word out with so much bile that you thought it would erode the very air around him as he folded his handkerchief up again and returned it to its proper place, "I have faith in my lord. If he believes the next step to achieving his vision is to align himself with the nobility, then I will support him."

"Then you'd watch him be torn apart by wolves hungry to take whatever bits of his flesh they can in their pursuit of power."

"I understand that it's not my place to question his choices."

"Oh right," you laughed dryly. "I almost forgot that Diavolo sees you as nothing more than a serv-"

You couldn't finish the statement as your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. Barbatos had your wrists pinned above your head, gripping them tight enough to bruise. His eyes flickered and glowed an eerie, iridescent green as he glared down at you. His gaze danced with loathing and spite at your mere existence. His horns were already protruding from his head, proving that he had lost his calm.

"With all due respect," meaning none, "Shut. Your. Mouth." He accentuated each word, practically spitting in your face, and fangs gleaming in the light as he opened his mouth.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your throat went dry. For once, he actually looked like the demon he was rather than the butler he played at. Still, you refused to show him even the slightest ounce of fear.

"What? Are you going to finally tear my throat out? Poor Diavolo, having his exchange program ruined by someone he trusts. I suppose it's fitting since every other demon around him is a liar too."

"I would never dare to ruin Lord Diavolo's precious program, especially when he's making such great progress." He lowered his head, stopping when his face was only a hair's breadth from yours. "You, however, could stand to improve your manners."

"You mean like this? Get be-"

Again, he quickly silenced you. This time though it was by pressing his mouth against yours, teeth clashing together as he swallowed down your shock. His tongue slipped by the flurry of gnashing teeth as he silently tried to establish his dominance in this exchange, so you bit down with all of your might to punish him for thinking so little of you.

He pulled away not because it hurt but because he refused to let you get away with that. His own fangs harshly teased at your bottom lip, sinking in until you felt them break the skin and the faint taste of iron filled your mouth.

"You-"

No other words managed to leave your mouth as he grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing until your mouth was forced open so he could shove his tongue down your throat again. A deep growl that originated from his chest rumbled all the way through you as he licked the inside of your mouth and sucked at the blood running from the wound he'd given you.

When he finally pulled away, you turned your head to the side and spit out a glob of red just to get his saliva out of your mouth. 

"Disgusting." It was the only word to describe him and what he'd just done.

"Spitting is an awful, dirty habit," he chastised with harsh, hazy eyes glaring at you as if he hadn't just had his tongue and, therefore, spit in your mouth.

"Then you better clean it up, Mr. Belvedere."

Again, always mocking him for his role like a spoiled child. It was as if you seemed to assume so assuredly he could never break away from.

"Again, I ask that you kindly shut your mouth." This time, the words sounded sweet, but you could hear the poison dripping from them despite his best efforts.

More so than usual, however, you weren't in the mood to play around with him. Your lips curled up at one side and, with a devilish smirk, you asked, "What would Diavolo think if he knew you were harassing his exchange student?"

What was disquieting was the smile he gave in return. "He'd think you were so very weak and small and in need of protection. Someone that could never stand at his side."

You could feel the deep frown that carved itself across your face as he let you go and stepped back.

His usual distantly polite smile dawned his face yet again as his appearance reverted to his more human facade. "Do feel free to tell him everything that happened here. I will acknowledge my wrong doings against Lord Diavolo's precious, delicate exchange student without hesitation."

He really was infuriating. 

Without even sparing him a glance, you wiped the back of your arm against your mouth and stepped around him. As you walked and he followed at a respectable distance behind, you brushed away whatever frustrated tears were left and held your head high.

“Did you really have to resort to putting your revolting lips on me?” 

Barbatos walked calmly beside you, as if nothing had happened. “Did it upset you?”

“Immensely.”

“Then yes. It was a requirement. Plus, my hands were full.”

You scoffed. “You really should switch professions. There is nothing about you that seems pleased to serve others.”

“Others? No. Lord Diavolo? Most certainly.”

And someday, you would find a way to ruin their relationship as well. After all, the only person Diavolo needed was you. You could find a way to make his dreams come true without a single other person interfering. 

For now, however, you would have to tolerate his liar of a butler.

When the two of you reached the drawing room again, you had both reverted back to fake smiles and formal niceties. He even had the decency to pretend he was joyed to open the door for you and let you back inside.You had the common sense to thank him, despite wanting to spit at him, as you walked inside and returned to your seat with Diavolo.

He looked at you with a face full of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I was overwhelmed by everything you were talking about,” a tactical half-truth so he hopefully wouldn’t see through you, “so I left to get a little space and calm myself down. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

You reached for your tea, finding it had cooled in the interim and smirking internally as you held it toward Barbatos.

“Sorry to bother, but it seems I need a new cup of tea.”

Barbatos smiled politely at you, but you could feel every ounce of anger pointed your way. He poured you a cup without complaint though, so you would forgive him this once. 

Now, it was time to establish your position in Diavolo’s life. Rather than focusing on ruining how he saw others, you realized that you had to strengthen your own. Or, better yet, you could accomplish both goals at once.

"Diavolo," you smiled as you picked up your fresh cup of tea, "would you mind if I joined your meeting with Apollyon?"

Both Diavolo and, more importantly, Barbatos looked at you in shock.

"Why would you want to do that?" Diavolo asked.

"When I took my time to process everything, I had a thought. I think it would be good for me to go as an exemplar of the merits of cultural exchange between the realms. It's easier to envision the future when you can see where it leads, after all."

Barbatos frowned, but Diavolo smiled so widely that you could see all of his teeth.

"That's an excellent idea! You should definitely come with me! It'll be exciting for you to see more of the Devildom!"

"I'm looking forward to it," you said as you placed the cup to your lips and took a sip. Now it was time to switch the conversation topic to something other than work and politics. “Oh, did you know that they opened a new charms and curses warehouse in the strip?”It was simple: if the divide between you and Diavolo was about being king of the demons and a random human, then you had to remind him that you weren't a regular human; you were the human he chose. As long as Diavolo never forgot that fact, you could keep the fissure named Barbatos from creating a rift that would tear you apart from your beloved prince.

[atelier-slime]

DRAGON QUEST'S LOCALIZATION SUCKS, ACTUALLY. PART 1

There's a thread blowing up on Japanese twitter right now about the poor quality of localization. It's the first time I've ever actually seen a japanese perspective on the topic, and it's been extremely gratifying to see a ton people from over there talk about specific translation issues they've seen or learn for the first time that japanese media is often given the short end of the stick here in the USA.

Most of the time over here in the US, criticism of localization gets shouted down as whiny fans who think they know better than the translators. It's been heartening to see that people from japan are also annoyed by it, and its inspired me to write up a whole long-ass rant I've had simmering in the back of my mind for years, so buckle up, long post(s) incoming:

Let's start at the beginning with the first thing that ever caused me to start thinking about localization. This little guy:

If you've played Dragon Quest in the past 2 decades, you probably know this guy by the name "Spiked Hare." Not me though! I got into DQ on the game boy, in the brief window of time where DQ's localization was handled by Nob Ogasawara, the same guy responsible for translating every pokemon game up until Platinum. In the DQ games Nob worked on, he chose to translate this guy's name as "Almiraj." Why the huge difference in translation? I'll get to that in a minute.

The almiraj is an extremely minor enemy in Dragon Quest 3. It's pretty weak, and it's only real defining feature is that it can occasionally cast sleep spells on your party members. It's just one of hundreds of monsters in that game, and aside from it's cute design, it's pretty forgettable. As a weird kid overly obsessed with linguistics though, its name always seemed odd to me. You don't really see words that end with a "J" in english. It stuck out enough that one night, when I was bored, I decided to google "almiraj" to figure out what the name meant. It sent me down a rabbit hole (almiraj hole?) that taught me all sorts of cool shit, and permanently altered the way I looked at localization. The path I tumbled down that night went something like this:

The Dragon Quest almiraj is named after the almiraj, a "real" mythical creature described as a hare with a large horn on its head.

The original inspiration for accounts of the almiraj (as well as the jackalope, wolpertinger, etc.) is likely the Shope papiloma Virus, which causes rabbits to grow weird, horn-like growths on their face and head.

It was described by Zakariya al-Qazwini, an Iranian lawyer, author, and all around knowledgeable guy who lived in the 13th century.

al-Qazwini described it in the Aja'ib al-Makhluqat, a massive cosmographical treatise that attempted to describe basically everything in the known universe at the time. It was so popular in the Islamic world that it was copied and translated into dozens of languages, which meant plenty of copies have survived intact to modern times.

The almiraj was brought into the limelight in modern fantasy when it was introduced in the first edition of Dungeons and Dragons, as a relatively weak and unassuming monster as part of a campaign to expand the game with monster suggestions from fans of the series.

Dungeons and Dragons-style role playing games were brought into the digital world with the release of the first Wizardry game in 1981.

Yuji Horii was a massive fan of Wizardry, which he first discovered as part of a developer exchange program when he visited America in 1983. Three years later, he decided to try and recreate the things he loved from the series for console gamers in Japan, and the the original Dragon Quest was born.

One little name was all it took to open up this entire through-line of history that I had no idea even existed before that night. It's a tapestry of human experiences over 800 years in the making, spanning continents, cultures, languages, and medium. It's probably because I'm the type of person who sits around thinking about stuff too much, but I honestly get a little emotional wondering what al-Qazwini would think if he could see the mythical creatures he described all those years ago as little dudes hopping around inside a computer.

And the thing is the tapestry doesn't end there! Dragon Quest is still pretty niche in the west, but in Japan it's fucking titanic. There's an urban legend that the Japanese government banned Square Enix from releasing Dragon Quest games on a weekday, because so many people would skip work or school that it would impact the economy. (It's not true by the way, but the fact that the rumor exists at all is a testament to how huge the series' influence is over there.) I don't think it would be an overstatement to say that what Lord of the Rings did to modern western fantasy, Dragon Quest did to modern Japanese fantasy. Almost every JRPG, manga, or anime with a fantasy setting has the fingerprints of Dragon Quest on it. Countless other works have been inspired by DQ, and those works will go on to inspire others. A million different threads weaving tapestries back and forth across time and borders, all over the globe. And the almiraj is a part of that! It might just be a single, tiny, white and purple thread, but it's still in there helping to tie things together.

So back to the question I asked earlier: Why is it "Almiraj" in Mr. Ogasawara's translation but "Spiked hare" in the current one? Simple: Nob actually translated the name.

You can see on the DQ wiki that the original japanese name of the monster is "アルミラージ" which is literally just "almiraj" written in katakana:

The current DQ team has instead decided that all monster names should be puns. I'm not against puns or anything. "Spiked hare" for a rabbit with a horn is great! I might even raise my eyebrows and exhale slightly if I read it for the first time. Dragon Quest in general tends to have a lot of goofiness in it, so it's not like puns are out of place or anything. My problem is that, by deciding to replace monster names arbitrarily like this, all the little threads start to come unraveled. You lose the ability to look back down the line and discover all these different connections to history and nature and art that you might not ever learn otherwise. The almiraj isn't the only monster to get this treatment. A huge portion of the monsters in Dragon Quest are taken from mythologies around the world, and many of their names are literally already in English, just written with katakana.

The almiraj sticks out in my mind as a particularly egregious example because of just how much I learned because of the foreign-sounding name, but there's plenty of other name changes that have resulted in straight up confusing, ambiguous, or otherwise stupid outcomes in the current localization.

CONTINUED IN PART 2

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

what if you give us like insite on your oc and katsuki's relationship? (this is totally not because I wanna have our ocs meet over a cup of coffee and talk about their versions of the feral blondie) I think your oc is very silly. Also, is there any other ocs you have that exist in the mha universe or other animes?

much love - Kovu

hey moot !! so this is SOOOOO long overdue i have a lot of long overdue stuff in my inbox super sorries :((( but id LUVVVV to tell you more about my oc and katsuki while im at ittt :DD tysm for asking !!! thank you btw ! i think your ocs are very silly too !

katsuki n ryoko's relationship !!

katsuki n ryoko met in childhood when they both were just kids (OF COURSSEE) keep in mind this is very cheesy but i am nothing if not a sappy cheesy lovesick moron ! so no regrets for me >:3

ryoko came to school like in the middle of the year, and the moment she got introduced it was love at first sight lol😭 YESS YESS BOOO TOMATOES TOMATOES I DONT CAAARRREEE !! i love love love wins over all 😌💗 so basically he wants to talk to her immediately, but also even back then he was emotionally constipated and had no idea how to introduce himself normally. ryoko never met any other kids her age formally before then, so she was always sitting alone and reading and katsuki would randomly come up, comment on the book shees reading, get embarrassed, and then leave 😭

"...whatcha reading ?" ryoko gets nervous to talk to new people, so she shows him the book title. and after he looks at it for a good ten seconds he mumbles out a "that one sucks" and runs away, leaving her a little shocked😭

she got kinda used to him doing this every day, and slowly but surely he starts staying a bit longer and the longer they talk the more boasty baby katsuki shows up and then he's back to his loud behaviour. he gets her to introduce herself to his friendgroup, w izuku in it. (hes a wee bit jealous that she actually ends up liking izuku a lot)

katsuki is the first person that came to talk to her, so he's very close to her heart, and he's her favourite !! fun fact ! the rpp series is pretty much based on their relationship !! anyways they start dating somewhere towards the end of their second year in middle school, cus katsuki acts more subtle in his bullying of izuku when shes around cus he knows she will get mad and not talk to him,, and two izuku is her best friend too (much to his chagrin cus HES her numba one bff tf😑) and they've been together ever since !!

2. do i have any other oc's in the verse !

i do !! and they (mostly) all have s/o's bc i am a very hopeless romantic 😭 !!

first i have himari 'mari' hamasaki ! shes dating shouto, and no worries their relationship has a bit more depth than katsuryo 😭😭 !! but theyre cuties and i love them ! her mom was a pro hero called voltri who passed away when she was 7 and her father is a famous hero gear inventor ! their relationship isn't the best unfortunately.. mari has a mecha related quirk !!

next up !! kyosuke nishiyama !! he's himaris older cousin ! and by older i mean by like..two days lol, but he loves holding that over her head cus hes a little shit like that😭 they love to act like they hate each other, but theyre very close, so they just call themselves (and his other siblings) brother and sister, and not to mention they look a lot alike, so ppl don't rlly question it much ! he has a chain related quirk like kurapika ! his dad is a business man/ househusband and his mom is also an inventor :3 ah, and he has a boyfriend (who is my friends oc !!)

keisuke and kensuke nishiyama are kyosukes older brothers !! kensuke is 22 and in college to be an inventor, and keisuke is 19 studying criminal psychology :D ! keisuke has a girlfriend also not girlfriend called furaha i say gng bc he's built awkward asf and had no idea she was in love with him and he with her, but they'd make out and kiss n act like a couple contstantly until he realized he liked her 😭 !! furaha is a congolese exchange student from canada !! lil funfacts for them kensuke is a stoner (lol) keisuke is a speedrunner, and furaha can do her own hair !! (im jealous)

amara 'gogo' kanyinda and omari 'king' kanyinda are both siblings ! omari is the leader of an underground crime syndicate and amara is an assassin in that syndicate ! (much to omaris displeasure) omari n amara were both in an abusive household and since omari is older, he escaped first and told amara he'd come back to get her when he got his shit together, and he did !!! they act like they hate each other too, but omari would rlly do anything for his sister and he's a major softie ! they're both congolese ! omari's nickname king comes from the fact he's the boss of the syndicate and because of his attitude, because his personality is kinda shitty LOOL😭😭 also he has a dog named guts !! (yes hes a manga nerd)

i don't have a quirk for him yet unfortunately 🤧 tho im thinkin of a super strength one ! amara's quirk is called ball n' chain ! she has the ability to control and manipulate a ball and chain made of energy, it extends from a central point, typically the hands but she prefers to use her legs ! she can manipulate it telepathically, can control the length and thickness of it and can imbue the chain with energy so she can cut through objects or give an extra impact ! gogo is the nickname she got from her friends bc her quirk is similar to gogo yubari's ball n chain from kill bill ! and she liked it sm she ran with it :3 amara has a boyfriend (who is my friends oc) !! they're very in love and i love them more than my entire life.

these are all my main ocs i talk about the most !! i tried not to ramble tooo much !! 😭😭 my bad if i did

much luvv xxx tysm for reading if you did !!

[pettyrevenge-base]

Think you can bully kids, Karen?

This just happened today, and I can't believe I witnessed this.

My husband, kids and I are at a really nice hotel. My family, along with a few other families, were enjoying the pool, hot tub, and separate water slide. Everyone was really well behaved, no kids screaming or acting rowdy.

2 boys, around 8 or 9 years old, decided to step into the hot tub. There was no one in there and they were being careful and taking their time to get in. Then came Karen, who had been drying off and putting on her robe. Karen is about 65 - 70 yrs old, short grey hair, tall and thin. Karen goes up to the one boy and starts telling him off and demand that he gets out right away. I didn't hear everything she was saying at first but it caught my attention when she was wagging a finger at the poor boy who had been minding his own business. It was when I heard her tell him to get out that I looked at my husband across the pool. Without a word exchanged between us, we started heading towards the stairs the exit the pool.

As we are moving, Karen starts in on the other boy who was just sitting on the side with his feet in. Boy leaves, obviously upset, and heads to his mom. Karen moves back to her seat beside the pool and continues to dry off with a smug look on her ugly face. She didn't even want to use the hot tub!!

Cue Pettiness.... Without even talking to each other, a bunch of us adults yell out for our kids and we filled the hot tub, including inviting the boys she just bullied, back into the hot tub with us. In fact there were more kids than adults.

The adults stared at Karen and basically dared her to say anything. She got really uncomfortable and grabbed her stuff and her husband and left.

If they were being rowdy or unsafe, then I can understand wanting to step in, but she was just being nasty to kids for no reason. I got to talk to their mom and them, they were just really sweet boys just trying to enjoy their vacation. I am glad we got them some hot tub time.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[crystaljins]

Stars above | 01

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3.3K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: So here it is! The beginning of the end! The long awaited alien!tae drabble series. 

For many of you, you may have heard that this is my last bts fic. It’s a bit of a cop out to do a drabble series as my last ever fic but it’s got 11 parts and I think it’s got enough content and a character arc to be satisfying, and I feel it’s fitting that I started this little blog with a taehyung x reader fic and I’m finishing it with one.

Thank you guys so much for the last few years and I look forward to going on one last journey with all of you. Without any further ado, I present to you the fic!

Masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

You’re suspicious from the moment your roommate shows you the flyer over breakfast one morning. It’s brightly coloured, with information neatly categorised across the glossy surface and your university’s insignia proudly nestled against the corner. 

“Planet BTS-0713 exchange program?” You read out loud, through a mouthful of cereal. She nods enthusiastically, still brandishing the paper like it has the recipe to world peace printed across it. She seems absolutely smitten by the idea but you remain skeptical; after all, while Nayeon has a list of endearing characteristics, altruism unfortunately does not make the top 100.

“Doesn’t it sound exciting? And they don’t just cover our rent, we get extra since it’s part of that intergalactic-peace treaty-agreement thing they’re trying to establish.” She explains. Ah, there it is. The ulterior motive behind her sudden desire for an alien roommate. “It would really help after Yura skipped town last month. I know you’re struggling too.”

You pause, swallowing your cereal contemplatively. As skeptical as you are, there’s a strong element of truth to Nayeon’s words. Yura had always been a little bit of a dodgy roommate- she’d always get a bit weird about paying rent and seemed to think she shouldn’t have to pay the same amount because her room was the furthest from the bathroom, not to mention you’re sure she’d been secretly stealing your nutella despite her insistence that there would be strictly no splitting of groceries. But she’d hit her peak when you and Nayeon had returned home from a night out to find her packed and moved out, the day before rent was due. Of course, none of your calls or desperate texts came through. She’d literally vanished off the face of the planet and the two of you had had to scrounge together your savings to pay her share, and were now struggling to maintain a three-person apartment on the income of just two people. Financially, the government exchange program would help massively, especially since you haven’t been able to find a third roommate in nearly two months now. 

“I’d be keen if it were just a matter of giving them a place to stay.” You finally admit. “But the reason the government offers so much compensation is because you’re basically their legal guardian while they’re on this planet.” You inform her. “The extra money is allowance for showing them around and you’re supposed to help them adjust to all their classes and the transport systems and culture here. You can barely keep a goldfish alive- I had to bury Sergeant Sprinkles the first through to the fourth in Jin’s flower box on the roof. He’s getting suspicious. How will you manage an entire alien life form?” 

Nayeon wrinkles her nose at the thought, but then she steels herself. 

“It’ll be fine!” She insists. “They’re different to goldfish. And Sergeant Sprinkles the fifth has been alive for nearly two weeks now! Besides, I’d really love having a little exchange student to show the best places to get burgers and where the cheapest tequila in town is! Plus,” she glances from side to side as if there’s anyone to overhear you in your apartment at 8 o’clock in the morning. “I hear that they’re just really attractive versions of humans. I’ve been so lonely since Hoseok and I broke up. ” She confesses. And there it is- the final confirmation that altruism is the furthest motive from Nayeon’s mind. With a sigh, you gather your bowl and shuffle over to the sink. In truth, Nayeon has a way of getting her way. And it’s not like a third roommate will magically appear. Your bank account is zooming dangerously close to that dreaded elliptical number.

“Ok. If you’re really that determined.” You relent. You pause midway through your scrubbing of the bowl to point accusingly at her. “But you’re taking full responsibility for our alien roommate! If I hear a single complaint then you’re on garbage duty for a month.”

Nayeon nods eagerly and obediently before throwing her arms around your neck in excitement.

“Oh, thank you (Y/N)!” She cries. “This is going to be so fun!” She promises.

++

 Despite Nayeon’s promise, having an alien roommate is, unsurprisngly, not fun. Kim Taehyung is a nice enough guy- curious, with a sweet disposition and wide smile. And he certainly lives up to to rumours of the good looks of his fellow aliens. 

It’s just that he’s well... he really is an alien. You’ve never met someone quite so eccentric. 

Admittedly, he hadn’t arrived in your apartment with too much fanfare- you were working on an essay in your room and Nayeon had lead him into the apartment, narrating the layout of your apartment loudly enough that it filters into your room and you know he’s arrived. 

Other than a wide smile over dinner and a cheerful introduction, you had tried not to interact with him too much- you hadn’t wanted to adopt yet another of Nayeon’s responsibilities that she didn’t follow through. And judging by her constant swooning, you had nothing to worry about. 

But the next day is really when his alien nature had struck. You had come out of your bedroom to find him in hysterics over breakfast and Nayeon waving a spatula around in confusion. After much probing and hysteric crying from Taehyung, you had eventually discerned the source of his distress; Nayeon had made him scrambled eggs for breakfast. 

That in itself wasn’t the issue- scrambled eggs are one of the few dishes that Nayeon is actually good at. She’s mastered the art of a hangover breakfast and scrambled eggs is her specialty. No, the issues lay with Taehyung’s discovery of what eggs are. 

“You EAT their FOETUSES!” He had cried, eyes swollen and nose snotty. An interesting thing to note is that people from his planet have differently coloured tears to you guys- shimmering blue lines had traced down his cheeks and the effect would be rather hauntingly beautiful if it weren’t for the fact that even on Planet BTS-0713, their nose runs when they cry. 

“Stop crying!” Nayeon had cried back. “It’s not a FOETUS the eggs are UNFERTILISED.”

It had taken an emergency trip to the grocery store to buy vegan-friendly groceries for Taehyung (and obviously you had to do it since Nayeon wouldn’t know a vegetable if it slapped her in the face) and a bottle of strawberry milk (although you chose to withold the information of where milk comes from) to calm down his hysterics. 

And then there’d been the time you’d had to sit with him in the emergency room because he’d watched a documentary on his planet about the pets that humans keep and had tried to pet a squirrel. Apparently the documentary had confused squirrels with dogs and he had gotten bitten. Luckily, he’d had his rabies shot before he came to earth but you’d still had to hold his hand while the doctor cleaned his wound and your favourite shirt was stained blue because he’d cried onto it. 

Probably the last straw, for Nayeon at least, is when the two of you find him throwing up into the sink. She’d left her Urban Decay Naked Ultraviolet Eyeshadow Pallette open on the coffee table because she likes to do her makeup in the living room even though you keep telling her the landlord will get mad if she stains the carpet, and Taehyung had mistaken them for a snack they sell on his home planet. 

“Can we send him back?” She had begged you, a far cry from his first night where she’d insisted on sitting next to him the whole night and personally served him dinner. He’d only managed to crunch through one of the slabs of makeup before it had occurred to him that he’d made a mistake but the impression left by his teeth tells the story well enough. 

“He’s not a toy. You can’t just return him because you didn’t think things through.” You scold, hands on your hips. “Have you even taken him out once since he’s been here? What happened to taking full responsibility?”

She pouts, folding her arms and releasing an annoyed huff. 

“(Y/N),” she tells you with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen upon her face. “He ate my makeup pallette. Do you see this? This is a bite mark.” She says, brandishing the pallette for good measure. “You can’t seriously expect me to spend time with him.”

You groan. You should have known it would come to this when you agreed to let him stay. After all, you had just finished cleaning Sergeant Sparkles the fifth’s tank not an hour before because it had gone bright green and Nayeon had insisted that he was dead and that there was no point in cleaning the tank because she’d just be traumatised by his dead body. The clean had revealed him not only to be alive, but also possibly slightly mutated due to the near radioactive levels of faeces floating in his tank. She hadn’t managed to keep the goldfish alive for more than two weeks; you’d had to take over for her, like you usually do.

“One night.” You say. “Give him one chance, and do your job once. If you don’t end up enjoying it, then you can talk to the manager of the program.” 

She cheers in relief. 

“Thank you! Also can you help me fill out this compensation form? I want them to cover the cost of this pallette.”

++

You should clarify: Nayeon is a great friend and roommate. She never leaves dirty dishes in the sink and she usually remembers to ask your permission before having friends over. She’s always happy to offer outfit advice, and every now and then she’ll even give you lifts into uni because you hate finding parking. And even with all her personality quirks, she’s a peaceful roommate and you’d even go so far as to call her one of your closest friends. 

What she is not, however, is reliable. In any way, shape, or form. You can never ask her favours because she’ll forget and on the rare occasions you do need something from her, you have to send her a reminder text the day before and on the day of, stick sticky notes with reminders on her bedroom door, the fridge, her car keys, the front door and on her shoes and even then she’ll still sometimes forget.

So really, it’s on you for being surprised when she stumbles into the apartment the next night, drunk and without Taehyung in tow. 

“You went clubbing?” You cry, catching her before she careens face-first onto the coffee table. She squints at you and hiccups a little. “For his first night out on earth?”

“You told me to do something fun.” She slurs at you accusingly. You grimace, because you had said that when the two of them had left earlier in the night. You should have realised that that’s the coat Nayeon wears when she wants to hide the fact that she’s dressed to go to a party and not her friend’s place for a study night during exams. 

“Fine. Ok. But where’s Taehyung?” You demand. You look around for a sign that he was coming up a little later than Nayeon, but your scan confirms it; the hallway outside your apartment is decidedly lacking the presence of your intergalactic guest. 

Nayeon frowns, and her face wrinkles up in the way that it does when she’s thinking very hard. 

“We got separated during the night.” She recounts slowly. “And then I couldn’t find him so I assumed he made his own way home.”

You nearly drop her in horror. You grab her by the shoulders. 

“Nayeon!” You cry urgently. “He’s an alien! He can’t find his own way home. He asked me what a train is yesterday! And I’m still trying to convince him cars aren’t sentient after you made him watch that weird disney movie the other day!” 

She gasps in drunken offence. 

“Cars is a classic.” She insists. You’re too busy to answer, your heart sinking as you think about quirky, crybaby Taehyung, lost in the middle of the city and completely naive to the ways of Earth people. Not to mention that a lot of people on Earth are still hostile to people from his planet. You’d been so insistent that this not be another instance of you taking over for Nayeon and becoming a glorified babysitter yet again that you’d let Taehyung bear the brunt of your negligence. No matter how unreliable Nayeon is, in the end, you’d been the one to agree. You’d relented because you didn’t want to deal with her incessant nagging, and you’d ignored every sign that Taehyung needed more help and support than what Nayeon was willing to give him. 

And now he’s lost in a random Earth city with no money and no phone, abandoned by the closest thing to family he has on this entire planet. 

You feel like your heart has been pummelled with a sledgehammer and it is in that exact moment that you decide that it’s time to take responsibility for your actions. 

And to take responsibility for Taehyung.

You just manage to pry the name of where Nayeon had left Taehyung, and then you grab your keys and sprint out the door, still in your loungewear and house slippers. 

++

Taehyung regrets signing up for this exchange program. It was supposed to be his chance, to “prove himself”. All his friends and family had all insisted that he was too much of an airhead to ever make anything of himself and that he wouldn’t last two seconds on a cutthroat place like Earth. He’d just been foolishly stubborn- there had been something magical and enticing about the cultures and the landscapes shown in the documentaries that aired on his home planet. He’d thought he could handle it; how wrong he has been. 

For one thing, his roommates, his supposed legal guardians on earth, hate him. Nayeon hadn’t stopped complaining about the makeup incident for twelve hours now, and you had been quiet and recluse in the same way you always seem to be. Not to mention he’d overheard your conversation the day before- he had one chance to prove to Nayeon that he could live up to the fun alien roommate ideal she had in her head or he’d be homeless and stranded until the end of his exchange. 

Not that he’s even sure he wants to continue this exchange. Between the barbaric food (they eat unborn chicken babies!) and the unfriendly culture, Earth seems like the most horrible, primitive, cruel society to exist across all thirty galaxies and planet systems with intelligent life forms. He should have gone on exchange to MonX instead. 

At least then he wouldn’t be stuck here, in the rain, cold and wet and alone. He’s not sure where Nayeon went- she’d been quick to ditch him the second they made it inside the doors of the “fun place” she’d promised to take him to. Said “fun place” turned out to just be some horrible, noisy, crowded, dark room where humans seemed to lose their minds and drink a substance that sounded suspiciously like a potent neurotoxin when Nayeon had described it to him. He’d been kicked out soon after, and with no way of contacting Nayeon, he’d decided to wait out on the side of the road. Only, then a lady had come up to him and slapped him, unprompted, accusing him of being a “filthy space demon” and he’d been quick to try and find a new corner to loiter in and wait for Nayeon to take him home. 

It’s been a few hours now and there’s no sign of her. It’s also been raining steadily for at least an hour now and he’s soaked through and chilled to the bone. He feels stupid and childish when the hot tears start to trickle down his face but he’s scared and alone. 

He’s about to dial the “sos” alert they had given him for strict emergencies when he’d first arrived on this planet when he hears it. 

It’s difficult to discern through the steady stream of rain but it definitely sounds like his name. He squints forward, and he makes out a figure racing through through the rain towards him.

As the figure draws nearer, he’s able to identify it- it’s you. You’re sprinting desperately through the rain, still dressed in what he’s come to recognise as your house clothes, with your house slippers still on, soaked and muddied. 

He watches, bewildered, as you skid to a stop before him. Your hair and clothes are soaked through and you’re completely out of breath. 

“Are you ok?” You gasp, between pants. You double over, trying to gather yourself, and he just stares. When he doesn’t respond, you try again. “Are you hurt? Gosh, she didn’t even leave you an umbrella! I told Nayeon to check the weather before you left. And the bouncer at the club told me a drunk woman slapped you?” You crouch before him, examining the tender skin of his cheek which has probably gone a soft purple thanks to the swelling from the angry woman’s earlier slap. “Taehyung!” You call urgently again. With your fingers pressed into his cheeks, he experiences the rush of emotions coursing through you- panic, worry, guilt. It’s for him, he realises with a start. It’s a shock to realise that the standoffish, quiet girl who had a knack for acting like he didn’t exist and scolding her roommate was capable of this level of distress on another person’s behalf. And with the prolonged contact of your fingers to his cheek, the sensation only grows to the point that he’s baffled that anyone, let alone you, could feel like this towards a random alien they hardly knew.

It’s enough to shake him out of his stupor. It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but you’ve genuinely left him at a loss for words. He doesn’t know if it’s the way you’ve clearly raced straight from your apartment to get him, or if it’s the sheer relief at not being stuck on the side of the road on a random planet light years away from his actual home. But whatever it is, something peaceful settles within him. All the lonely days, the crippling embarrassment from silly errors, the homesickness, melts away at the sight of you, soaked in the rain and genuinely concerned for his wellbeing. 

He drops his head onto your shoulder, which is still warm despite the icy chill of the rain, and he’s crying before he knows it. 

He doesn’t really mean to spill his guts out to you, but one of the most valued things on his home planet is companionship, and he’d been sorely lacking in that since coming here. But he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders by the time he finishes. At some point during his rant, you’d wrapped your arms carefully around him and as the bare skin of your neck tickles his cheek he feels a rush of something through his body, though he’s not sure whether it’s from you or from him. It’s an unfamiliar emotion- one that feels warm and sweet, almost fond, but tinged with hesitation and concern. 

“I’m... sorry.” You finally say. “I didn’t realise it had been that bad. I’ll... I’ll try harder.” You promise. 

And when he pulls away and gazes into your eyes, he belatedly realises that you have warm eyes. Despite your aloof and sometimes grumpy nature, the way you regard him is gentle, and sweet, directly contrasting your supposed personality. But, glimpsing that, he knows from that moment that things are gonna be better. 

You lead him back to your car with the promise of dry clothes and a warm dinner at home, and Taehyung finally feels like maybe this exchange won’t turn out to be that awful. 

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I just thought of this while I was at was at work. heads up it isn't going to be very coherent but is still long. spoilers ahead for all of obey me and nb

ok so I was just thinking about what might happen in season 3 of nb. specifically on if they will introduce Michael or not (more likely not but whatever) I basically was thinking that if the were going to add him they would probably add in other characters as well. the reason I say this is cause they added 3 new characters at once last time. so I figured they would do multiple new characters at once instead of just adding 1. so I got to wondering on if that's true who would be added as well. at first I thought it would be cool if it was the other exchange students ( the ones that went to the celestial realm and human world. I know the game forgot about them but I haven't) Like Beel named one demon that went to the human world so could be possible. maybe someone brand new. then, I don't know why, I thought about Diavolo's dad. then my brain went off

ok I'm going to sound absolutely insane right now but.... what if Diavolos dad is the reason we went back to the past. wait!!! hear me out before you put the straight jacket on me. I have some things that make sense to me but are still dumb.

number 1 Diavolo's dad is still "alive"

if I am remembering correctly Diavolos dad (who I will be referring to as dd) is not dead but just asleep. granted its been thousands of years since he's been asleep but not dead. like if he was dead then dia would be king instead of just a prince right? so theoretically he could make some appearance in obey me at some point. but why would I think he would?

number 2 the trailer.

in the description for the video it says "You have reformed your pacts with the brothers and returned to the present where a new event at RAD is waiting for you. Things look to be as lively and comforting as ever, but something feels off and no one else seems to notice..." what if something feels off because dd has woken up. like to be the king of all demons dudes gotta be really powerful. so what if him awakening gives off weird vibes across the devildom. hell it could be some what similar to season 2 when mc powers got too strong.

ok so if we go with this theory that dd would show up what does that have to do with anything? a lot according to my mind. ok so what if dd is nightbringer? again hes would most likely be really powerful so what if he has the ability to send someone to the past. I mean asside from Barbatos, Michael has been show to at least be able to tell and communicate when someone has been sent back in time so whos to say that dd couldn't as well? also if I remember correctly in og's new years event Dia stopped time for a bit so if he could to that its not that much of a reach to think that daddy can do the same or more. "But Lisa what if by that they meant that Dia asked Barbatos to stopped time since he's the one with time powers" oh you think I haven't thought of that!? if he doesn't have some type of time powers then he could ask Barbatos to do it for him. maybe dd thinks that it would be some what beneficial for Diavolo in the future to send mc to the past. and since Barbs want to do what's best for Dia and if what dd says is true then he would oblige in sending mc. or maybe cause he's the king and barbs has to listen to him but whatever. anyway this is more of what I think could have happened. i think we can all agree that everything leads to barbatos being the one who sends us back in time. but this can still be true with dd being the mastermind behind this. also dd can kinda take the blame if people start not liking Barbs cause of this.

ok but why would dd want to do this? why have Mc go into the past to remake pacts that they already have? at this point I a grasping at straws (as if I wasn't already) what if some kind of danger is coming to the devildom. maybey its becuae I just want some bigger stakes but what if theres some conflict brewing between the devildom and the celestial realm.

reason 1 solomon bringing up sides

i feel like hes brought up mc picking sides a litttle too much in the first season for that to not mean something. hell he even has a conversation with nightbringer about who mc would side with if anything would happen. not to mention trying to make mc promise to always protect the human world if something should happen.

reason 2 Michael and the celectial realm

Honesly like whats his deal. and im not saying that cause i wanna smack him. like what was up when he cure mc of their coma. dude litterally was like don't make pacts with the brothers or face the consequences. not to menion raphael mentioned the same thing while trying to get the brothers back to the celestial realm only for it to reveals at the end of season 1 that it was actually michale discised as Raphiel. it was also mentioned at the end of season 2 that the only way Lucifer could have been convicted and sent to coctus that it had to be agreed apon by 2 representatives from each world. Now I'm not saying one of them was Michael.... But I wouldn't be surprised. Kidding honestly it could be any angel but that would be more interesting. "Lisa that was in the past things are chill now" is it!? Yes technically everything in nb is in the past but, like I said, Michael knows when mc fucks around in the past. Plus we totally didn't listen to his threat about not making pacts. Dude is probably pissed when mc comes back to the present having pacts² with the bros.

Idk to me it feels like there could be some kind of conflict brewing. Now this could be because of anything. Maybe just some animosity between angels and demons. I think it was mentioned before that the devildom and celestial realm have fought before but haven't in a long time. But it's not hard to believe that some angels don't think to kindly of demons or vice versa I mean look at Luke. He didn't like demons at all in the first season of og even tho there hasn't been any real conflict in ages. Or hell look at the house of lords that were constantly mentioned and caused issues in nb. They had problems with the brothers because they were angels as well as with diavolo cause he was helping them. Honestly it could just be a lot of small things adding up to some kind of breaking point. But where would the fun be in that?

Ok so from here on out this is mostly from personal head cannons I've had since I finished season 3 of og. I think mc magic is kinda overlooked since season 2. Sure mc has the ring of light to help manage their powers but there was some damage to all 3 worlds because of them. Hell they could have destroyed the 3 realms if it wasn't for Simeon. You can't tell me there wouldn't have been some animosity for them cause of that. Granted we don't know if anyone other than the main cast knows about this. Well except for 1. Michael. He knows about all of this. Hell he was already wary of mc because who they associate with so adding the unstable magic isn't far fetched. Granted in the few times he interacted with me he's been cordial but like I mentioned in nb he sounded frustrated with them. so how long is that good will going to last. Plus we don't definitively know that nobody else knows the cause for the harm caused in season 2. Other angles could see mc as a problem because of their magic. Sure Solomon is more powerful and has caused problems for at least the devildom before, but he can control his magic.

Ok so where did we leave season 2 of nb. Mc has made pacts with the brothers for a second time. Something that Michael did not want. The same pacts that was the catalyst for mc magic becoming too powerful in the original game. Yes some has to do with their angelic bloodline but mc wasn't able to use magic until creating the pacts and even then in lesson 10 Solomon had to lend some of his own magic to help mc summon Asmo for the first time despite have 3 pact already. Who's to say doubling pacts won't make mcs magic stronger. Now I'm not saying we're going to have this conflict for a second time. Most likely mc magic isn't going to be that effected or at the very least the ring of light will still work as a buffer. But that doesn't matter if others believe that they will be a threat. What if that's why Michael didn't want us forming the pacts again? What if he was scared of something like season 2 happening again only for there to be no easy solution this time cause they already have the ring? What else could calm their magic? I'm not saying he would hurt mc but he doesn't know what could prevent something that that happening again. What if he wants to take Lisa to the celestial realm to try and make sure they don't cause more damage unintentionally. Or kill them if you want to get really angsty. Either way I don't think the cast would let me be taken away even if it's the first option. Which could lead to some kind of conflict. Again I feel like it could be a mix of a bunch of things piling up and this would just be the last straw.

"Lisa what does this have to do with Dias Dad" hang on Im getting there. What if dd is somewhat aware of of things that already happened. Maybe he woke up for a time during season 2 hell he could still be awake but we don't know it and found out some info that could make him believe that some conflicts is coming. So he send mc to the past with help from barbatos. Why? Who knows. Maybe to find a way to prevent things dd needed to get mc out of the way for a bit. But why the pacts? Maybe if some kind of conflict is inevitable the pacts would be helpful for mc and the brothers. With pacts it can allow them to boost each other's powers so having double pacts could cause double the boost. Which could come in handy. So that could have been the plan.

And that's all that I could come up with for now at least. Again I'm most likely just a dumbass and and connecting dots where there are none but I really found this theory really interesting. I'm just typing this up cause I wanna know if this makes sense to anyone else even if I'm absolutely wrong on every level here.

Oh also I didn't know where to add this but in regards to the last part of the trailer with Simeon. I'm just throwing this out there. What if dd turns Simeon into a demon. I have no explanation for this just thought that would be cool. Ok have a nice day

Me in my head when I'm at work