#a pretty straightforward name hahaha

[kachuuyaa]

BAY CITY ROMANCE 𖥻 005 𖥻 KITTY KITTY!

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synopsis. fyodor's sudden invitation, a cat, and a couple led you to uncertain circumstances.

warnings. HORRIBLE description of the surroundings.. so sorry... i wrote this while watching one piece, you and fyodor share a nice meal!! the cats love fyodor

notes. sorry!! i was really busy these past few weeks bc of school ahh I'm here now;.. maybe after ill be busy again HAHAHA my midterms r soso nhear. but here's a fyodor centric chapter to make up for my absence AND the final ep of bsd CUZZZ IT WAS SO SICK

Getting up from your bed, you allowed yourself to stretch before shortly heading over to your closet. Your dorm was relatively simple as the university provided minimal space to encompass your belongings. From the door, your bed was squeezed into the leftmost corner of the room. a large circular black carpet was sprawled underneath your furniture, below some potted plants and your work setup, which was to the rightmost corner of the room. Beside your bed, a simple coffee table that houses a figurine you bought a while back with your friends, and the traditional alarm clock that you perceive as a treasure amongst the sea of belongings inside your dorm. The space provided was wide enough to encompass a projector and a few shelves that house your books. Averting your eyes from the protruding stack of clothes nestled beside the closet, you continue your avid search in the clutter you call your closet to prepare for the events that ought to happen later. Fyodor doesn’t mind the style you choose-- at all, even complimenting your style on several occasions, so you do not have to think twice about choosing what to wear. Settling for a simple outfit, you grabbed your previous clothing to add to the heap of fabric on the side of the room. 

It took a bit to prepare for the outing, gathering your needed items in a sling bag you thought fit best for the occasion. Still, you admired your look for a bit before swinging your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your phone to type a reply back to Fyodor hastily. Panic intruded your body as his texts registered in your mind, and bolted to the door to leave as fast as possible. However, what you didn’t consider, was Fyodor’s presence behind the door; jumping as soon as you opened it, putting your hand over your heart and clenching it while heaving slightly. “Don’t ever do that ever again, Fyodor!” You punched him lightly, relieved that it was just him. Turning back, you muttered to yourself, stopping as you heard him chuckle faintly. “What? What do you want?” You spat, although not in an offensive manner, and he smiled at you. “Nothing, you look great.” He breathed out, albeit sweetly, before adding, “You also took your sweet time, didn’t you?” 

Flustered at his words, you cleared your throat, mumbling a compliment to him that he caught. He was straightforward in his approach, clothes representing the man very well; clad in an oversized black dress shirt with a few buttons loose, partially tucked in black dress pants, sleek leather shoes that you thought were fitting for a man like him, and finally, a brown trench coat that perfected the entire outfit. You must have been staring for too long, as he smiled at you knowingly, “Are you done staring, [Name]?” He adjusted the end of his sleeves, flicking his wrists every so often. 

He caught you. That was enough to make you avert your eyes immediately, earning a soft laugh from him. His chuckle was enough to land a familiar feeling in your stomach, embarrassment, maybe, you weren’t sure. The travel to the cafe was not long, but your insatiable curiosity about nature was enough to delay your arrival for a few minutes. Of course, Fyodor held his patience, smiling softly at everything you pointed at for him to see. First were the cicadas, then the small cat wobbling around, and finally, the pretty flowers that were exceptional to the eye. His gaze on you was inconspicuous, glancing at you every so often. You weren’t oblivious to the stares he was giving you, truth be told, you returned the looks he gave you. “Hey, we’re here.” You said in realization, Fyodor releasing his hands from his pockets to open the door for you. “After you,” he whispered, following suit after you entered. The slight tinkle of the bell alerted the staff; Oh, isn’t it Ranpo for today? You thought. Almost as if he heard you, he peeked from the cash register, smile widening in realization after seeing the both of you. “Fyodor! [Name]! It’s you!” He rushed over, waving in excitement. The soft chatter of the customers halted after he shouted, gazing over at him in mild annoyance, but it didn’t matter to him. The cafe wasn’t packed as it was normally, leaving a few vacant seats for you and Fyodor to take. After peering behind the door, your eyes landed briefly on the cats wandering aimlessly to customers. A select few, namely the most eccentric ones, in your opinion, lounged around their beds, scratching and nipping at their toys. Fyodor called out to you, which made you flicker your eyes to him in recognition. “I paid for your admission, so don’t worry about paying me back.” Said Fyodor, reassuring you. Ranpo was heard snickering from behind him, “Stop sounding like a gentleman, dumbass Fyo,” He joked, “I lowered the admission prices for you both. The total isn’t even worth the price of one undiscounted admission.” He revealed, making Fyodor deadpan. Fyodor turned to you, apologetic eyes meeting yours, as you walked over to him to pat his shoulder. Fyodor was uncharacteristically sweet to your group, paying for your meals every so often. The origins of his copious amounts of money were left lingering in your head, but you don’t bring the question up to him. “You didn’t tell me,” He reasoned, his voice enlaced with a hint of embarrassment, fingers glazing his credit card before handing it over to Ranpo, who accepted it gleefully. “Okay, since you’re so adamant about paying on their behalf!” He swiped the card, tapping on the monitor before stating, “You’re not getting that discount anymore!” Cheekily, he winked at both of you, making you wave your hands in protest at him, while Fyodor hummed in agreement. “Sure.” He responded curtly, which made you freeze, turning to him slowly. “Hey, you’re funny.” 

“Oh, really? You’re so kind! You’re paying for the entire menu too, Fyo!” 

You weren’t sure how you got into your position now. You poked your fork desultorily at your food, eyes flickering from Fyodor to the cats meowing at your feet. A smile was present on Fyodor’s face, sighing in contentment at the taste of the tea he ordered. A black cat was perched on his lap, tail moving as he leaned into Fyodor’s touch. “So, why did you bring me here?” You let the question slip before you could notice, genuinely curious about his motives. He gazed at you upon hearing that question, pausing his actions to face you. “Well, I just wanted to hang out with someone here,” he pursed his lips, locking his eyes with yours, and you found it hard to tear your gaze away from him. “I wanted to ask you and Sigma originally, but since she couldn’t go, I opted to ask you instead.” Admittedly, you looked away, feeling abashed, and focused on the cat rubbing itself on your leg. He was cute, in a way, a white cat with a scar on its left eye and gentle paws marked in black. Picking him up, you cooed, the cat meowing in return. “His name is Kolya, Fyo!” You shoved the cat in his face, making him scrunch his face in surprise as he took the cat from you. At this, the cat in his lap jumped off, which prompted Fyodor to sigh lightly, taking the cat for himself. Oh, Kolya. He thought, eyes blinking at the cat, to which the latter did the same, squinting his eyes in recognition. He looks exactly like Nikolai. He recalled his friend motioning towards a cat that looked exactly like him, but he paid no mind to his friend, but now that he studied his features, it looked exactly like him-- save for the humanistic characteristics and his signature white hair. Looking at it now, he held the cat closer to his face, before feeling the cat’s paws atop his nose. “Oh, he’s cute!” You leaned to the side to get a closer look at Fyodor and the cat; however, the former seemed to be frozen in place. Fyodor sighs before letting out an amused chuckle, gently placing the cat down beside him. “Yeah, it really is cute.”

A few hours passed-- although it felt like mere minutes to you and Fyodor, and both of you decided it was best to leave. Arranging the plates on your table, you carefully stood up; the cats walked past you to give you way. Muttering an apology to them, you took in the soft scenery the cafe provided, breathing out and walking towards the door. Fyodor greeted you and opened the door, thanking him softly as you walked out. He left you to wander outside as he settled the bill with Ranpo, which resulted in further delay; not that you minded, though, it allowed you to leave the cafe to observe the evening sky outside. 

The sky painted itself in gradient hues of orange and blue, fading into unique colors that marveled in the distance. It was peaceful, with the sound of cicadas chirping mixing with the sound of the wind, you found tranquility in this atmosphere. You breathed out, gaping at the clouds that blended with the sky’s colors. This wasn’t new to you, and once you heard the bell ring, you looked over the horizon to meet Fyodor’s eyes, and in response, blinked at the sudden eye contact. “Hi,” He said, and you waved at him enthusiastically. “Hi, Fyo!” You replied, making him nod; “I’m going to talk with Ranpo for a minute, if that’s okay.” He scanned your eyes in hopes of finding approval and smiled softly once he did. “Of course, Fyo! I can wait.” Smiling sincerely, you set your attention to the couple leaving the cafe, but once they opened the door, a certain white cat came rushing out. It seemed that the clamor alerted Ranpo from behind the cash register, and he shot up, before slamming his hand on the table to steady himself to properly observe the situation. “Kolya?!” He yelled, and the cat stared at him briefly before speeding out of the main door. You forgot to close it, so you stared at Ranpo in an apologetic manner, but he couldn’t quite notice it as he bolted for the entrance. 

“[Name], help me catch him!” He pointed at the cat, and Fyodor simply stared at the commotion. You sighed in exasperation, “I get to keep this cat, alright?!” And so, you ran for the cat with newfound determination-- it would be your new pet if you caught it, after all! The thought made you giggle silently, and you could slightly hear Ranpo fuming as he spat warnings towards the couple that allowed Kolya to get away. Yelling out countless apologies to the passersby that you ran past, your eyes locked on the cat that was slipping from your sight. After a bit of running, you found (supposedly) your cat in the hands of another. You halted your movements, your feet skidding to a stop in front of a foreign man. He, however, didn’t pay any attention to you, but to your cat. Nevertheless, once you caught your breath, he acknowledged your presence. “Oh, you were looking for him?” His voice had a playful lilt to it, which matched his appearance. His eyes were what captivated you most, heterochromia eyes with the shade of bluish grey and emerald boring right back at your own; his abnormally long braided white hair that coincidentally matched the fur of the cat he held. Your eyes trailed down toward his outfit, which consisted of a pair of oversized jeans and an equally oversized bomber jacket, zipped until his chest which revealed a bit of the shirt he was wearing. Kolya’s meow broke your train of thought, and the stranger giggled at this. 

You felt as if you had met this man before, but from where, you were clueless. “Did Kolya escape from the cafe again?” Cuddling up to the cat, he addressed his statement in a manner that made you think it was directed at Kolya instead of you. Crossing your arms, you let out an unamused sigh, which made the man’s attention drift towards you in response. “Ah, hi!” He called out to you, “Sorry, sorry! This cat’s a bit of a troublemaker,” He admitted, flustered, and looked at you apologetically. “Have I seen you before?” You questioned, and he blinked, before laughing. “Maybe! I mean,” He pets the cat in his hands, “Well, before anything, what’s your name?” Confused at the man’s sudden switch in tone, you answered him hesitantly, “It’s… [Name]...?” And at that, his eyes widened in realization, mumbling utterances to himself that you couldn’t quite hear. Okay, this guy was weird, sure, but he saved you the trouble of running after Kolya any farther than you originally had to. “Alright! Hi! I’m Nikolai, I hope that rings a bell, [Name]!” No honorifics, you noted-- but nodded at him regardless. You reflected back on his statement, however, despite racking your brain for anything that would relate to him, there was nothing that came to mind, so you settled for a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Nikolai.” Your eyes darted to him and to the cat, and you realized how similar they looked. “See anything?” He brought the cat up to his face, and it meowed in return. “Holy shit! It looks exactly like you!” He chuckled loudly at your words, proud that you finally got the idea. “You know, when I first came to the cafe, I fell in love with this little guy!” He exclaimed, although the cat’s ceaseless meowing drowned out his statement. “I was with Fyo--” He shut his mouth, interrupting himself, “I was with a friend when I first saw him.” Embarrassed, he looked over to you, smiling at your delighted look. You tilted your head, feeling panic invade your body. You didn’t know why, but the answer came to you incredibly quickly. 

Oh shit, Fyodor! “It was great meeting you, Nikolai, but I really have to go.” You motioned to the cat, and he took the hint to give it to you. Disappointment washed over his features, and despite being in a hurry, you recognized the look on his face. You waved to him hurriedly before setting off, the cat in your hands wiggling at your hold. Gathering the contacts of Nikolai was out of the question, as you had to make it back to Fyodor quickly, glancing at the horizon, you figured that the sun setting was an indicator of how late it was. Nikolai was not too bad-- although a bit eccentric in his approach, you just thought it was in his nature to act as he did. He was conventionally attractive, you can admit, his graceful features nestled in your head as he talked to you. His gaze towards you was ever so soft, a gleam of appreciation present in his eyes as he talked to you; and as his eyes lingered in your head, all the while, you figured that meeting new people had never been so bad-- or maybe he was just simply an exception. You chuckled on the way back, at the interaction you had with the unique individual determining the course of events that presented itself in front of you. The narrative was writing itself, and while you cannot make out with certainty any possible occurrences from now on, you had an inkling that you were to embrace change.

Nikolai, you believe you would remember that name for a long time. 

trivia:

niko thought you were sooo interesting!! he just doesn't know why.

he went to the cafe straight after meeting you, but was surprised when he couldn't see kolya in sight

he knew you were fyodor's friend since fyodor kept talking about you and your friend group (in a good light, obviously!)

fyodor understood you, don't worry, he isn't mad. he can never be mad at you

while fyodor may say these things so carelessly, he does it with no romantic intentions. you are most aware of this fact, and he is thankful for that.

you were so unsure if fyodor really paid for the entire menu. but with ranpo's devilish smile, you knew it was a joke.

yes, you just realized that niko was the man in your comments the previous chapter

so seeing him there again made you smile a bit, he was eccentric, but he was a good person!

you knew he'd make a good friend!

dazai asked fyodor about what happened, and when he told him about you and niko meeting, he rushed to the latter to demand answers.

tg: @iruc @celestair

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#bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd angst #bsd headcanons #bsd x you #bay city romance #bungo stray dogs x reader #kachuuyaa #bsd #bsd smau

[tired-reader-writer]

Arslan Senki Reread

Maybe they got too used to Andragoras' way of Head-on Combat All The Time™ lol. I don't believe the main Lusitanian forces have fought against Team Arslan at this point? So they were expecting more raw, straightforward power from Team Arslan's end only for the latter to go... “hahaha, nope~ :3”

This line probably doesn't warrant this much overthinking but somehow it got me thinking about gender roles??

So in Pars, women in general... don't tend to have all that much freedom or power? They rarely travel (nobility, at least. maybe merchant families do travel a lot, I dunno), they don't hold military ranks, they can't be monarch, they also probably can't be de jure head of the household (even if they can hold de facto power and sway). Alfarīd and Farangis pretty much seem to be the exceptions, as far as I remember. I might be wrong, I was going off of some old spoilers post I read or smth like that, the topic of gender hasn't come up in the manga unfortunately.

And Lusitania... Etoile is the only soldier we see that was born a girl. And even then, Etoile had to “throw away their (female, original) name” and functionally become a boy in order to be able to enter the army. They're the only child of a knight family, it would be up to them to continue the family line if it came to it, the truth of their gender would've come up eventually, I assume they would still be allowed to their knighthood by that point in the far hypothetical future? Otherwise the whole shebang would kinda turn out pointless.

I wonder how things are in Turan. Jimsa didn't bat an eye at the female warriors in Arslan's entourage. Maybe like in Otoyomegatari, the women possessing some level of combat capabilities is fairly normal?

A preliminary flying Daryun! I won't be screencapping the end-of-the-chapter flying menace Daryun but this little thing was nice to spot.

Guiscard being indecisive. I don't blame him, he took the treasure with great pains, his provisions already got burned once.

Very good Guiscard face, LOL.

Hello, son-in-law— *silenced*

Gieve and matters of faith. He hates the Lusitanians, and would use any word to hit them the hardest. And he must hate the hypocrisy too, the same way he hates the hypocrisy of Pars' ruling class. I like to think he has a romantic heart, but got disillusioned with the world due to... well, it's not exactly hard to be disillusioned with Pars' society the way it is.

It was Arslan in the end, who started to revive that small buried part of Gieve.

He questioned the validity of what the Lusitanians were doing while Baudouin fully endorsed it— and the latter died first. His narrative karma caught up to him, as I like to see it. (I think @innerchorus had a similar train of thought but w Kubard and Shapur?) Montferrat did question it but... he also kept upholding it.

For what it's worth though, the battlefield wasn't a complete wasteland, and he at least got to die with a smile on his face and with a tiny flower persevering despite it all as his last sight.

You did loot Parsian treasures the first time around during the chaos, you jackass.

#arslan senki reread #arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #montferrat #jimsa #etoile #estelle #daryun #guiscard #merlaine #merlain #merlane #gieve

[elains]

I don’t know if this is too far of a stretch, but I feel like *Gwy*dion being a pair to Truth-Teller is a small nod to *Gwy*neth being a pair to the male who wields the damn knife. Again, maybe I’m seeing too much into this but out of every name in the world to chose names that are somewhat similar seems a little intentional, don’t you think?

Hahaha you are not the first to catch on this small bit! I'm pretty sure this is something which has been thrown around since ACOSF introduced us to both Gwyn and the sword Gwydion, and I'm sure you could find some old theories of what or how they are connected.

I don't really have a strong opinion on this one because as far as I recall, Gwydion and Gwyneth and Gwyn are all rather distinct when it comes to meaning. Gwyn is in fact the Welsh equivalent to Fionn, both meaning white/blessed, which is not as straightforward but is an interesting little bit.

It could for sure be intentional! Or it just could be Sarah's nod to a beloved series of hers (Gwydion is a mythological figure but ALSO a character in the Chronicles of Prydain, whose protagonist is Taran). We will see how it goes ;)

#anonymous #asks #answered #gwyneth berdara

[stinkrascal]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

i was tagged by @druidgroves !! tysm for the tag!

i will tag @itsmariejanel @woohooincoffin @lucidicer @tartiish @barbieaiden @moonhze @crsentfairy @tricoufamily @plutoeyes @birdietrait and anyone else who wants to do this, feel free to say i tagged you <3

1. Are you named after anyone? - jaden smith lol. like i wasn't specifically named after him, but my parents heard his name and liked it a lot, so they used that name for me!! so i guess that counts ahaha

2. When was the last time you cried? - last week i think?

3. Do you have kids? - absolutely not

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? - no!! i'm pretty straightforward i would say. i'm very sensitive about being misinterpreted so i rarely ever use sarcasm bc of it. sarcasm goes over my head 99% of the time so i don't like using it.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? - i never played sports as a kid, i like being inside too much

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? - their faces! like what other answer could there be tbh hahaha

7. Eye color? - blue, don't make fun of me plz or i'll jumpscare you

8. Scary movies or happy endings? - depends on the story! but i do enjoy both

9. Any special talents? - if you put a song on for .1 second i will be able to tell you the title of the song, the artist, and the album the song is featured on

10. Where were you born? - louisiana! born and raised :) i don't live in the town where i was born though, i live in a (relatively small) city now.

11. What are your hobbies? - writing, playing video games, posing sims, daydreaming, telling stories in general i would say!! that's always been my biggest hobby, even as a child i used to spend hours every day locked in my bedroom, toiling over my corny fantasy stories. i probably wrote around five or six "novels" (i use this term loosely bc those stories were so bad hahaha) from the age of 12 to 17!!

12. Do you have any pets? - i have one cat, monkey d. fluffy!!

13. How tall are you? - i am 5'1" :)

14. Fave subject in school? - english, history, and civics!! i have always been really fascinated by politics, so i have really fond memories of my civics classes specifically :)

15. Dream job? - if i weren't debilitated by anxiety and mental illness and physical ailments, i'd wanna be a politician. i'm from a deeply red state, so i'd love to make a difference in my community as a leftist/progressive. but the idea of being so widely known in my community terrifies me aha. so realistically i'd love to do something with animals! as a kid my dream job was to be a dog groomer lol. i think i'd really love doing something like that!

#tags #thanks again for the tag rae!

[atopearth]

Cupid Parasite Part 4 - Gill Lovecraft Route

Time for Gill, the guy with the same love match as me hahaha. Let's see if I think he's too much like I did in the common route lol😅 LOL a wall of text omgg, Gill is pretty nuts, I can feel the pressure through the screen😂 I legit couldn't help but facepalm when Gill rocked up with a bouquet of red roses like omgggg. Lollll when he started acting like a butler and giving her his hand when there were only three steps of stairs😂 I like his initiative in just going for it and holding her hand but I didn't really like his mindset of "it's a date so he doesn't need to ask if he can", like yeah, you don't need to ask for permission for everything, but you also need to be considerate and think about your partner. I can see why Lynette is drained lol, it's very exhausting to be with Gill because it's like he's babying you as if you aren't capable of doing anything.

Loll so Lynette's name is the name of the heroine in that drama or movie she watched with her aunt? Hahaha! Honestly though, I think Gill looked better back in the day lol. I guess I can see why Gill thinks that he needs to be so accommodating. He's still stuck in the past to when Lynette first came to the human world and knew absolutely nothing and needed Gill to teach her everything about daily life and common sense etc. I don't blame him that he thinks that he needs to be like that, but at the same time he needs to see Lynette for who she is now and not who she was before. She's grown so much from that little girl back then and I'd say she has more common sense than him now lol. Anyway, Gill being stuck in the past hurts because it's something so relatable that it's sad tbh. Especially when he reminisced about when Lynette put too much laundry detergent in the washing machine and made their apartment full of bubbles lol, it's like he remembers everything but she's moved on from that life a long time ago already, which is understandable considering how long it's been, but I can see how sad it is to think about how close you used to be with someone but feel like you barely know them now.

Honestly, Gill isn't too bad, but yeah, the fact that he builds his life around love is not my thing. He literally chose his job and everything to make time for a romance that wasn't even blossoming! Even though Gill is overbearing (especially with the messages saying he arrived a whole hour early lol), I think having someone so genuinely appreciate your existence is very heartwarming. Lol, legit everything about Gill is him accommodating to become the ideal man for Lynette, like it's good dedication but yeah lol. Awww Gill looks so cool and cute in a white suit!! He definitely looks better without glasses imo. LMAO at the memory of Gill saying he would carry Lynette everywhere so she didn't need to walk😂😂 Gill really needs to consider other people's feelings more. It's surprising that even though Lynette told him back in the day to not treat her like a child that he's still like this trying to do everything for others and not reflecting on it. I guess it's hard to change how you are when you're so accustomed to it. LOL Claris is so straightforward, love how she just told Lynette that Gill was always awkward at breakfast back in the day because he for some reason always had wet dreams about Lynette when Claris was home😂😂 I agree with Claris, Gill got what he deserved with spamming Lynette with all those messages from the beginning of the day until their "date" causing her phone battery to die, like omggg. Gill is probably the perfect maid with how attentive he is to drink refills and everything lol. He does all the house chores, cooks dinner and everything, he really helps Lynette relax after a long day lol. But it seems that he's working until late at night to do all this so it's not good at all! Gill really needs to know his limits, he'll burn out at this rate.

They can't introduce Gill's brother but not give him a character sprite!! He would be so hot!!😭😭 Lol at how similar the brothers are in how they dedicate their whole lives for the person they like. At least Galen is engaged to the one he likes though so it makes sense that he wants to do whatever he can to keep their relationship and her happy enough that he would lie about liking something she loves. Even though Gill needed Lynette's encouragement and reassurance that she loves people who strive to achieve their dreams, it's still good for him that he's remembered what he likes to do and wants to work towards that now. Personally, I feel like it's kinda weird how attached Lynette is to Gill haha. I know she's grateful to him especially since he taught her so many things, but at the same time her missing him so much just because he's constantly working now is kinda awkward? Haha, sometimes I wonder if it's more guilt because she feels like he's so devoted to her that he's still cooking for her despite his crazy schedule and she's "touched" by that feeling that she needs to reciprocate somehow as some sort of responsibility. Obviously it's not necessarily that, but I honestly lean more towards it being like that than it actually being romantic love, because I don't feel like they really connect at all other than Gill pampering her all the time with his excessive "love".

Gotta love Raul, only he would think UFO sightings are actually some sort of god sighting instead🤣 Lolll at Lynette trying to take a bath with Gill back in the past haha. Anyway, considering how helpful and considerate Gill was from her perspective in the past, it's kinda silly but also saddening to see that they didn't communicate at all until they reunited at Cupid Corp. Anyway, at least the confession didn't drag on for too long and Lynette finally told him how she feels. LMAO at Mars using a rooster to look for Lynette😂 It's kinda funny how she's got an arrow to break up relationships that aren't linked by fate, sounds bad but it's just all the toxic relationships so it's a good thing. Although I understand Lynette's misunderstanding and frustration, I'm surprised she doesn't really believe Gill at all, especially since she knows how much Gill loves her. Well, let me just say that when they kept emphasising how much Gill loved cars, I didn't expect them to go wild and literally let him fulfil his dream of driving a flying car (with the help of Cupid's bow as an energy source) named Bumblepig (lmao) to reach Celestia so he can see Lynette again. Oh wait?! Is Mars making up lists to break up any couple with any sort of problem just to make Lynette stay in Celestia? Or these gods are really just that controlling over nothing? Wow, Gill has a folder of secret photos he took of Lynette eating and sleeping??? I don't know why Lynette is swooning because what the heckk loll. He's super obsessed, it's definitely more creepy than touching lol. Anyway, lmao at Bumblepig honking every time someone talks to him or is talking about him😂😂 Well, as expected, Gill takes over the company, yay~ Lmao, I didn't expect his brother's dream to have been to open a burger shop though, that was random but cute. Awww, even though I'm not a fan of Gill, their wedding CG is so cutee! I like the ending where Gill continues his career path as an author, I think it suits him. Omg at that bad ending where Gill pampers Lynette and she just stays at home doing nothing for the rest of her life lollll, that's actually very scary but it's exactly what I thought would happen if no one stopped Gill or if Lynette got a bit mentally weak and let Gill take over her life😅

Overall, I wanted to keep an open mind for Gill but even with that, I still don't think I like him lol. Personally, I didn't mind the flashbacks because they were rather cute in their own way, but it also highlighted how Lynette's existence and actions basically dictates his life without question. He doesn't doubt anything and only follows and "loves" her in his obsessed way which is very unhealthy and definitely not a romantic relationship. Honestly, I think if the route gave a reason for his obsession, I might have been more chill with it, but he's just basically obsessed because she was cute, naive, kinda nice and liked his last name loll. Anyway, it just felt like he didn't love her and make her life better or anything, he just selfishly wants her to kinda be like his doll and it's just weird. Gill eventually gets a bit better by the end imo but I still find the way Lynette so easily accepted all his creepy antics as "love" and appreciated him always being there very awkwardly done, so it made it difficult for me to really enjoy their relationship either since it felt very uncomfortable. I think Gill feeling like he couldn't live in a world without her just made me feel even more like that. Otherwise, the transforcar and stuff was pretty silly but cute. The CGs were nice and I think I like Lynette's wedding dress in this route the most. But yeah, I did enjoy seeing Gill remember the things he wanted to do in the past and achieving them, but I guess it always irked me how nearly everything he did was because the heroine basically "told him to" and that's why he pursued it, like yeah he still made the decision, but Gill is exactly what I never want to ever become, someone who lives their life revolving around their partner. Honestly, I wish I liked Gill because I really like his appearance haha, too bad I guess!

#Cupid Parasite

[leseigneurdufeu]

today my teacher was like "define [roman de gare]"

so i was like "well that's... books that are less than 200 pages and they've got a simple, straightforward plot and it's not challenging and you read it while waiting for something else or to kill time nbd"

and she was like "hahaha yeah that was pretty good, i appreciate how you managed to not be derogatory about this"

girl i read romans de gare all the time. some of my favorite books of all time are romans de gare. why would i be derogatory about it???

obviously she then started being very derogatory about it herself before explaining that was what some snobs would say about it but she herself wasn't snobish in literature and i was like... ok so you spent ten minutes making sure what you said about choices of first names for children was not offensive but you're just beating romans de gare with a baseball bat in front of us like no one here is reading any?? Also thanks for assuming earlier that i AM snobbish but was doing conscious efforts to hold back.

anyway at least she's not beating up romans de gare AND every single mystery novel ever like my other teachers who are all very very snobbish about it (criticizing some i get it but one even quoted Agatha Christie as being sub-literature and???? girl was literally ahead of her time for the science of her murders???? is still today a classics???). man this year is gonna be fun.

#shitpost

[franeridart]

I was feeling self-indulgent so meet Nori, the SeroMina offspring !!!! She’s six and her quirk lets her produce glue the same way Mina produces acid ✌️

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #seromina #original art #?? #oh well #my sketches #she doesn't have a great grasp on her quirk just yet #which makes a lot of her clothes end up glued to her body and need to be thrown away #it's why she usually wears loose stuff #would be better if she wore skirts too but she doesn't like those much #her most fav uncle is kirishima !!!! because he doesnt need to pretend to not be angry when she leaves glue on him by mistake #he never gets angry at all it's amazing #her second most fav uncle is bakugou !!!!! cause he doesn't pretend to not be angry when she glues him to stuff #most funniest to prank she loves him #ah nori mean glue in japanese by the way #a pretty straightforward name hahaha #i had someone in my inbox ask for the kmjr child #immmmm working on that #the overall design isn't working i need inspiration #hmmmmm

[tojiot]

ooh have about the main three with the fake dating trope :D

fake dating the main three

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i was on vacation for 2 days without internet and i have bakugo's done in my notes but my phone died before i can even save it :D this will be kinda long because i went ahead of myself and detailed it exactly how i want. this is not betaed. please do tell me if there's a non they/them pronouns in here. hope you'll enjoy this!

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

i spent the whole day thinking about how he'll agree to fake date. let's just say he's the one in need.

his mom has been bothering him for a long time now. she wants to see katsuki bring home a partner for them to meet.

it's a pain in the ears and he's very TIRED so he decided to just fake date somebody.

the only person he can tolerate in class a aside from kirishima is you. he doesn't care about the other extras.

he'll search for you in the heights' lounge area and ask to talk.

"hey, can we talk?" he grumbles, "uhh, sure? do you want to talk here or somewhere private?" "somewhere private."

when you guys are in a more private area, he'd glare at you for a minute, it'll make you wonder if you did something wrong, before finally speaking.

"date me for a fucking day."

you'll snort at what he said and laugh thinking it was a joke but the annoyed and impatient look on his face says otherwise.

"wait.. are you for real?" "what do you think, shithead?"

bakugo trusts you so much that you have this significant role to play in his life.

you agreed, of course. it's the bakugo katsuki asking for your help. a once in a lifetime chance. (you just like him, stop making things up)

he brings you to the bakugo household the day after and his house is BIG big.

mitsuki, his mom, welcomes you with a big smile and a hug. he then glares at his son, "WHY ARE YOU ONLY BRINGING THIS PRETTY LITTLE CREATURE NOW, YOU BRAT?" "SHUT UP, OLD HAG! BE NICE OR I AIN'T BRINGING THEM HERE NO MORE."

masaru, who's just sitting there at the couch like nothing's happening, gives you a wave.

the dinner was good. his mom's a great cook, his father's a chatterbox. what surprised you the most was how quiet katsuki is. you're not sure why. maybe he's like this at home? quiet, calm, just serene.

"it's not everyday i see a person who can tame my brat of a son. i can see why he likes you, (y/n)." his mom beams at you, "you're pretty, a kind little one too. take care of my son, will ya?"

not knowing what to say, you smiled at her and said what's currently inside your mind, "if he'll let me, i'll take care of him for the rest of my life." you looked down, "but knowing katsuki, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. he's strong and independent and he knows it. it'll hurt his pride if someone helps him without him asking them to." you smiled to yourself, "i just hope he knows that when he needs me, i'll always be here for him."

mitsuki smiled at you in awe. you have the mother's approval, congrats!

katsuki just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, masaru pats his back, "good job, son. i'm happy for you."

he then murmured a protest before drinking his water.

time passed by and it's eventually your time to say goodbye to the bakugos.

mitsuki hugs you for the last time and ask you to come have dinner with them again, masaru pats your head and thanks you for being there for his son.

both of you were in a car provided by the school for safety protocols when he spoke, "did you mean it?"

you looked at him, confused, "mean what?" "what you said earlier to my mom, shithead. did you mean it?" "well, yeah. i mean it when i say i'll always be here for you."

he wore this unreadable and unclear expression on his face. he looks mad? confused? no one knows.

"why?" he asked, "why what?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF. WHY DID YOU SAY IT?" "YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE, THAT'S IT."

he chuckled bitterly, "a friend. that's fucking funny. i literally though you also like me for a second."

huh.. what does he mean? also? you laughed nervously, "hey, did i hear you right? thought i heard 'also' there."

"you're fucking dense, aren't you? do you want me to scream it straight at your face? i fucking like you."

you froze. yes, but embarrassment caught up and you covered your reddened face, "WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY CONFESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY?"

"I AIN'T EXPECTING YOU TO SAY ANYTHING, SHITHEAD!" "I LIKE YOU TOO!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY OF A CONFESSION." "IT'S NOT A PITY OF A CONFESSION BUT FINE! I DON'T LIKE YOU." "OKAY THEN. I'M BRINGING SOMEONE ELSE NEXT DINNER AND TELL THE OLD HAG WE BROKE UP." "NOOOOOOO!!"

ㅡ todoroki

i was contemplating whether to have him help fake date or have him need help. it's fitting if he's the one in need so i decided just that.

he might seem dense and clueless most of the time but he's the epitome of evilness.

he talks about you all the time that's why fuyumi has taken a liking to you and asked shoto to invite you to dinner with them.

shoto sees this as a chance. he'll take advantage of the situation because he knows you won't say no.

he goes to where you are sitting, "i apologize but my sister, fuyumi, she thinks we're dating. she wants to invite you to dinner at our house later." he said that with a straight face but this mf is smirking on the inside.

"uhhh, okay? sure? but uhm, why would she think we're dating?" "she thinks everyone close to me is dating me. she's like that.. yes. fuyumi likes you the most, i think. that's.. uh, that's why she's inviting you to dinner." (I HC HIM AS A BAD LIAR)

sounds suspicious and weird, but okay? you have a lot of question in mind.

"i would go. but how should i act? why didn't you tell her we aren't dating though?" "i don't want to disappoint my sister. you can act like you're dating me, if it's fine with you. just for a day."

"sure, sure! just tell me where and what time. i'll be there." "no, you can come with me. we'll go there together."

he brings you to the todoroki household after class. their house is soooo pretty. it's a traditional japanese house.

fuyumi was the first one to greet you, with her sparkling eyes and bright smile, she held both your hands gently and said, "i'm so glad you came! i've been wanting to ask shoto to have you come eat with us. thank you for coming!"

natsuo jogged from the back and gave you a cool wave, "hey, (y/n). how was it dealing with shoto?"

you faked sighed, "awful. how did you deal with him for the last 16 years?" "we never did." "oh.... OH NO I'M SORRY!" "HAHAHA. it's fine, i'm just kidding. no biggie."

enji won't be home for the day. he's busy doing number 1 hero works.

the dinner was fun. it was the funniest dinner you have ever had.

shoto's quietness is the exact opposite of natsuo's talkativeness. that man is talkative and funny as fuck. throwing jokes everywhere. it was entertaining.

all shoto did was take care of you. he serves you all the food you point at, gets you water, he even went too close for comfort and wiped a stain just above your lips. it made you blush, yes. you don't know why but it left you lightheaded. (you're in love with him, that's why)

fuyumi.. our beautiful and beloved fuyumi.

she exposed his brother's ass.

"aww. you guys are so cute together. ah! (y/n), do you remember that time when.. uhm, kaminari was it? i forgot his name but do you remember that time where he told you, midoriya, and the girls to wear a maid costume for the festival because your class is having a maid cafe booth? shoto told me you were so pretty that time! he hated how the boys in your class looked at you like you were some sweet treat, isn't that right, shoto?"

"and do you remember when you fought bakugo at the sports festival? where it was a close fight and you gave him a hard time? shoto said you won if the decision was up to him and that you were so cool!"

and she went on and on.

shoto was red as a tomato (or even redder) beside you. he was clutching his pants as if he was asking the floor to just eat him up.

you decided to ask him about this later to not uncover the fake dating plan.

dinner ended after a little talking, fuyumi gave you leftovers to take home which you will not reject because her cooking is divine, and asked you to come again after giving you a big and warm hug.

natsuo gave you a high five and thanked you for coming. he also thanked you for laughing at his jokes. he feels like he's very funny now.

both said goodbye to shoto.

the journey back to the heights was quiet but not awkward. it seems like shoto knew you have a lot in mind.

you spoke when he's about to open the main door. "what was that?" he looked at you with a confused expression, "the one at dinner."

"ah, if it isn't obvious yet after my sister opened her mouth, i like you. i have been for a long time now." he said that with a deadpan expression, "it annoyed me at first, it annoyed me that you're in my mind whenever i try to sleep, you're in my mind everytime i wake up. it annoyed me that i want nothing more than to hold you near me, hold your hands, warm you up with my fire everytime you feel cold, hug you, kiss you." he sighed frustratedly, "i just want to do everything with you... i'm sorry. i'm not good with words."

WELL YOU DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS STRAIGHTFORWARD.

but again, this is todoroki shoto.

"..what? shoto... i didn't know you felt that way. why didn't you tell me?" you asked him concernedly, you lifted your hand to hold his face but stopped halfway thinking maybe he doesn't want to be touched.

but then he held your hand and guided it to hold his face, "i didn't actually plan to confess but when people started talking about how good of a hero you'd become in the future and when everyone started saying they all want to date you, that's when i decided it's now or never." he looked at your eyes, "i don't want to lose this chance. that's why i started telling fuyumi stories about you and asking her what to do."

"is that why your sister thought we were dating?" "yes. she knows about how i feel for you. she told me to confess and i told her i did and that it went well. i lied to her. i don't know why."

you coughed, "so, she doesn't really think everyone close to you is dating you?" "yes." "you lied to me?" "yes, i apologize."

"you could have told me you like me too!?" "it's not that easy to confess. plus, i really wanted to know how everything will go. it went well, i'm satisfied. you like me too, right?" "i do, shoto. i like you so much." he smiled at you, that rare fucking smile he knows is pretty, "that's enough for me."

"BUT YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF EVERYTHING?" "yes. yes, i did." "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!!?" "date me, (y/n)" "OKAY!"

ㅡ midoriya

a lot of guys from the other class have been bothering you. they kept on asking for your number and stuff. one even sent you flowers and a box of chocolates.

you appreciate it if you're being honest. what you don't appreciate is them sticking to you the whole lunch.

you told mina what's happening and she told you that the best shot of getting off those admirers of yours is to date somebody.

you don't wanna to that though. aside from focusing on studies, you have feelings for this certain someone with green messy hair and freckles. you don't want to date someone just to use them and lie to them.

"you know, what if you just get your shit together and confess to midoriya?" "MINA, BE QUIET! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" "confess to midoriya!" she whispired.

"or just ask him to date you until your followers stop following you around?" kaminari interjects, "what, you mean like, fake date him?" "yeah. something like that." "you're really useful sometimes, aren't you?" "shut up, mina."

you've thought about it all night. would izuku think i'm using him? would he reject the idea? would he be mad about it?

after contemplating, you finally went out of your room and walked straight at his door. he opened it with a smile after 3 knocks.

"hey, (y/n)! how can i help you?"

you looked at him nervously. what you were about to ask is a big part to act. "i will get straight to the point. some people from the other classes have been bothering me for a while now. they keep on following me and asking for my number even though i rejected them all the time. i want to ask you if you could date me? IT'S FAKE! OF COURSE. will you please fake date me until they get off me? i, uh, i'm not taking advantage of your kindness. i promise. right?" you said with a shaking voice.

he laughed at your rambling, "no need to be nervous, (y/n)! i would love to do the honors and fake date you! it's like an undercover hero mission. it's so cool! when do we start?"

you smiled at his enthusiasms. izuku is really the kindest person here on earth. you told him what to do, who those people are, etc. your fake dating starts tomorrow.

izuku was waiting outside your door when you opened it, he has his usual beaming smile when you saw him, "hi, (y/n)! ready to start our mission?" he's surely so into this whole thing.

you both walked down the lounge area holding each other's hand. everyone was gaping at the sight except todoroki who remained munching on his sandwich and bakugo who, well, "fucking finally you idiots." he said.

izuku let go of your hand and held both his hands up while shaking his head in a panicky manner, "no, no! we're just fake dating. i'm helping (y/n) get rid of their admirers! they said it was bothering them!"

"okay. but (y/n), why deku?" the motherfucker was smirking at you. todoroki, bless him, caught the panic in your eyes and called bakugo off. "that's enough, bakugo. leave them alone." "tsk! fucking icyhot a fucking killjoy."

most of your admirers stopped following you after they saw you holding hands with izuku. he's been doing a lot for you. he tried to tie your hair at training and brought you water. nothing much happened inside the classroom because everyone knows it's just a show. lots of outsiders believe you're dating izuku. some still bothers you from time to time especially at lunch.

you were sitting with bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and of course, izuku, when a group of 3 went to your table (they're brave. no one would come bother bakugo's table because everyone's terrified of him.)

"hey, (y/n). can you give me your number now? i just wanted to get to know you better." "(y/n) give me your number! i'll send you lots of chocolates. i promise!" "they're liars but i'm not. i'd take you to your favorite movie this sunday of you'll give me your number?"

you pursed your lips in an annoyed manner, your friends are here and they're embarrassing you. you were about to speak when izuku beats you to it, "please stop bothering (y/n). it's obvious that my partner doesn't want to give you their number."

the group stared at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces, one looked at izuki and asked, "partner? you mean, combat partner or boyfriend? (y/n)'s dating someone?"

izuku wore a prideful expression on his face, "yes, i am their boyfriend and they're dating someone. that's why with all due respect, please leave them alone."

the 3 backed out and apologized. not everyone has the same personality as mineta. the person who seemed like their leader walked forward and bowed, "we're so sorry. we should've stopped when they rejected us the first time. they're just so intriguing that's why we wanted to know more about them. we're really sorry." with that, they left.

you faced izuku and thanked him. it was nice to finally walk and look around without seeing unfamiliar faces follow you. "thank you so much, izuku! you saved me. really."

he smilled at you, "it's nothing! i'd do anything for (y/n)." izuku froze at what he said and started chuckling anxiously, "i.. i didn't mean it like that! hahaha! but if you need anything, i, uhm, i'd always be glad to help." you stared at him and said, "me too, izuku. i'd always be glad to help you! you can come to me everytime you need something." he blushed at what you said.

"FUCKING IDIOTS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF HEARING BOTH YOUR SHIT! CONFESS TO EACH OTHER GODDAMNIT!" "oi bakugo. that's not how to do it." "SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!" "bakugo, you're too noisy." "YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!"

izuku coughed tensely, "(y/n), can i talk to you outside? i just need to tell you something." you nodded, "of course!" you both stood up and left the table of wild animals.

when the two of you got outside, izuku's hands were obviously shaking so without a thought, you held it. "are you okay?" "I AM... i am." "why are you acting like this? did something happen?" you asked worriedly.

"no, everything's fine. i just.. i don't know how it started but i just woke up one day thinking how i'd love you to be mine. i want to walk you to school, i want to tell everyone i'm your boyfriend, i want to kiss you good night. haha, is it to much to ask, (y/n)? i like you a lot." he told you that nervously, the boy was shaking and sweating.

"i can't believe it... izuku, i like you too. oh god, are you serious?" "i am, haha! i didn't know you feel the same. i'm really happy!" "i didn't know you feel the same too! half of our classmates knew that i like you. katsuki's just too noisy. he literally told everyone when you did extra training." "(y/n).. kacchan also knows about my feelings for you! he told todoroki and kirishima. is that why he's so persistent in getting us together?" "i don't know. that's just how he is."

you both were awkward as fuck but izuku asked if you'd like to date for real and you said yes.

when you came back to the table, it was bakugo who spoke first, "are you idiots finally together?" you replied to him with a middle finger which aggravated the blondie, "YOU FUCKER!"

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #bakugo headcanons #shoto headcanons #midoriya headcanons #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki headcanons #todoroki shoto #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

Wow - the response i received in a little under 24 hours since i posted the first taste of part 1 has truly bowled me over! I wasn't expecting that reaction & tbh i would have been happy if 2 people wanted to read this story hahaha! So, i've been writing in the background & the first few parts have already been proofed and are ready to go. HOWEVER! I am open to your suggestions so please please let me know what you think and how you want to see Amelia's story play out. As far as i'm concerned, this fic is as much yours as it is mine! So please enjoy this first part, in its entirety, and let me know your thoughts! Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 1 | prima parte

warnings; none - maybe a bit of angst? (what sibling rivalry doesn't have a bit of angst)

word count; 1978 words

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Sunday 25/07 5pm AEST. Updates will be twice weekly at this stage. Probably Wednesday’s and Sundays from next week!!

link to fic masterlist here

The world of football, no matter how big it may seem, is as tight as a close-knit family. Whether its management staff, senior players, scouts, academy players, business developers, medical team, groundskeeper - everyone knows someone who knows someone else involved in the sport. For Amelia White, it was a family affair.

Having grown up with her father as a senior tactical analyst for many different clubs throughout his career, and an older brother currently playing for Brighton in the Premier League, there was no opportunity for her to escape the fanaticism of the sport. It was what her household lived and breathed, football. Most would think that, with her brother being as successful as he is now, her childhood was shadowed by her brother's success but that's not the case. She capitalised on her ability to think both logically and creatively, and absorbed all of the information her father could give her as if she was a sponge, to establish a name of her own in the sport and advance her career in the sport. At the age of 21 she upped and left the comforts of her home in West London, accepted a position at Juventus within their graduate program & worked her way up the ranks to be their youngest tactical analyst by the age of 24.

So far in her career, the support of her mother, father & brother were unmatched by any. They were all so proud of her for making her own name, proving herself and succeeding in one of the most competitive football leagues in the world. She was smart, tactful, both meticulous and ruthless in her approach to her career and the success of her players. Because after all, they were her players. She worked day in and day out, studying them and their opponents, drafting performance plans and set pieces for every possible outcome of the play, so that they could perform at their best. They had her trust and faith, and she had theirs. This is probably what her family was most proud of, and wished her every success, until she was appointed as a tactical analyst for the Italian National Team for the upcoming Euro 2020 tournament. Which happened to be the same tournament that her brother had received his call up to the Three Lions. Which was the current level at which her father was a senior tactical analyst for the English National Team. The Euro 2020 Tournament was about to be a real family affair...

10 July 2021

It had been 2 months since she last had any contact with her family. 3 months ago, Amelia signed a contract with the Federcalcio, the governing body of football in Italy, to become the Azzurri’s tactical analyst for the foreseeable European Football Championship. In turn, her silky signature at the bottom of the agreement, also constituted a digital and physical contact ban with members of her family that were also involved with the tournament...her father and her brother.

At the time of the contract, and against her better judgement, Amelia hadn’t told her family of her opportunity. She knew her father would be proud, but her brother would be bitter. Her mother was switzerland, completely neutral and rooting for both of her children - but that's not how football works. No matter your role you have a job to do, and you do everything you can to make sure it is your team that lifts the trophy at the end of the tournament. So, on May 23rd her family congratulated her for another successful season at Juventus, and unbeknownst to them, said goodbye for the next 2 months. Until the day before the final match of the tournament, Italy v. England.

Her heart dropped when England won their semi final match against Denmark. She wanted nothing more than for her brother to be happy and for her father to succeed, but she didn’t want to have to go up against them in the final. Ultimately, she knew they were good, but she also knew that she could hold her own and compete with the best. Having a close relationship with her brother, up until this period, meant that she often paid attention to the premier league. This was a major benefit to her as she had already started analysing the azzurri’s opponents. It was her job to know what foot Raheem Sterling preferred to pass with, what direction Declan Rice preferred to take the ball up the field, what direction of receiving the ball did Harry Maguire struggle the most with. So that's how she spent the three days between matches, solidifying her knowledge of her opponents & predicting the plays her dad would be instructing the English team to complete, to attempt to outperform the Italians. However nothing would prepare her for the knock on her suite door, or for what was on the other side…

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“Ciao Amelia, vieni con me per favore. abbiamo organizzato una visita supervisionata con tuo fratello prima della finale di domani sera. sorpresa!” (hi amelia, come with me please. we have arranged a supervised visit with your brother prior to the final tomorrow night. surprise!). I stood there in shock staring at one of my players & closest friends, Federico Bernardeschi. I was a person who didn't enjoy spontaneity, who thrived off of preparation and organisation. I needed the opportunity to overthink every situation so that I could prepare for every possible outcome. This was not my idea of a good time. Of course I missed my brother, but I know just how volatile he can be. Nevertheless, I grabbed my jacket and shoved my sneakers on before following Fede down the hall and into a blacked out van that was waiting to take me to St. George’s Park for my family reunion.

Upon arriving, and after a stern pep talk from Fede (who was my appointed supervisor for the visit - not sure I would say he was the most responsible choice but he did talk some sense into me) I walked into the main entrance and saw my father leaning against the reception desk waiting for me.

“Papa!!” I called as I walked over to him, ready to smother him with my love and affection. My father, Dean White, and I had as good of a relationship as possible, being that he was always heavily involved with my brother Ben’s footballing career as well as his own. I think when I came along, my father didn't know how to be a girl dad, so he took my mothers advice and just involved me like he would Ben. I was glad that I would be seeing him first, and he would be taking me to see my no-doubt pissed off brother.

“Dad, this is Fede, one of my players”

“Ciao Dean, it’s very nice to meet you but i am also her bodyguard for this evening” Fede introduced himself to my father and they exchanged pleasantries. I had a look around the foyer of the facility until I heard my name brought up in conversation.

“Amelia, come on. The boys are just over here. I don’t think you have long before heading back to your camp” My dad called to me. Boys? As in...more than just my brother?

“Hahaha that's funny dad, just show me to his room and we can have our screaming match there. Should only be about 20 or so minutes”

“Ben’s not in his room, we have a recreation room for the players and staff to lounge about and relax in. Pretty sure he’ll be in there. Come on, you’ve never been scared of your brother before. Why start now?” Before I knew it, Dad was leading us through some doors and into a large common area with bean bags, pool tables and couches - all occupied by current first team members of the English National Football team.

“Dean mate, don’t normally see you down here after 7pm. Oh look at that, someone let the trash in.” A loud mouthed player, that I used to adore as if he was my own brother, calls out as he notices us enter the room. And just like that, I shake off my nerves, stand in front of my taller & more argumentative bodyguard, relax my shoulders and stare into the eyes of Kyle Walker - daring him to challenge me and push me further.

“Relax Kyle, Benjamin White - your sister is here to see you.” Dad cut Kyle off. I didn’t need him to defend me against Kyle’s harsh comments, I could defend myself.

“Wow, I thought hell would freeze over before I got the opportunity to speak to you. Of course, I didn't realise hell would look quite like seeing you in that shade of blue.” My brother, Ben, spoke bitterly at me as he approached me from the other side of the room. This, coupled with Walker’s exclamation earlier, got the attention of the majority of the players scattered about.

“Ben, if you let me explain in private I'm sure you will be able to understand why things had to be this way” I tried to reason with him. Letting go of my always-defensive guard and pleading with my big brother to open his mind to see my side of the story.

“As if I would even talk to you right now, the night before the final, you’re probably here to try and get some insider information. Boys make sure you don’t say anything to her, she’s as sly as they come” Ben’s words were as sharp as a knife - but I knew what I had to say would cut him deeper.

“Ok that's enough! You are ridiculous! What did you expect me to do? Not take the job because you’re my brother? This is my career we are talking about here” I challenged him. “If you think for one second i stopped supporting you then you must be even more stupid than i thought. Of course this isn't the ideal situation, I'm proud of you for reaching a final but I'm just as proud of myself for doing the same thing.” I got progressively closer to my brother, who stood there with his hands beside himself, unable to get a word in.

“I came tonight to wish you good luck, to tell you I loved you, to give you a hug and tell you to stay safe and play smart. Whilst I still wish all of this for you, I now want you to know that I want you to play your best so I can be better than you. I can show you exactly how good at my job I am. I want you to know that no matter what way you play the ball, I'll be right there waiting for you. I am prepared for this, I hope you are too - so that it will feel that much more sweet when we beat you” I sneered at my older brother, who at this point, is quite visibly feeling a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

I take a step back, let out a breath and shake the tension from my shoulders. Breaking eye contact with my brother, I look briefly - yet confidently - at the other players in the room and take a step back. I turned to my dad, who was looking at me solemnly, as though he wasn’t happy with my outburst but understood it came from a place of frustration with my sibling. Walking up, giving him a kiss on the cheek and wishing him luck, I turned to look at Fede and began to walk to the door. This interaction with my brother, although supposed to be a nice moment shared between siblings, has only gone and motivated me to be at my best tomorrow, to prepare my players to go to war and to come out the other side victorious.

Part 2 | seconda parte

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

–

part i | part ii

-

You woke up slowly. 

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check. 

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check. 

Wait… 

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left. 

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear. 

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check. 

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man. 

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

... 

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out. 

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you. 

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again. 

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep. 

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze. 

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body. 

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on. 

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

-

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out. 

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going. 

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove. 

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn. 

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease. 

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you.  As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly. 

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse. 

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball. 

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place. 

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow. 

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could. 

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course. 

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome. 

-

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

-

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

-

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

-

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

-

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality. 

A certain quality of... of... 

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves. 

Sigh. 

-

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet. 

The reply was instant. 

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more. 

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up. 

Your jaw dropped. 

You dropped your phone. 

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it. 

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope. 

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

-

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to–

Oi!

No, don't you dare scroll past! You think you're clever or something?! Hm? Advertisements always happen at the most crucial parts, you say? 

This is just an ad? 

Look here, Lemona Vitamin C Powder can provide a lot of benefits, including providing natural energy and boosting your immune system in, say, a worldwide pandemic–

STOP TRYING TO SCROLL PAST!!!

-

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone. 

At a very specific number. 

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree. 

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything. 

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that. 

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh. 

-

You sneezed. 

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. 

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered. 

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait. 

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers. 

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh. 

Whoa. 

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs. 

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch. 

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket. 

Oh. 

Oh??? 

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone. 

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt. 

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him. 

Yoongi was right next to you. 

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat. 

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second. 

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.  

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

-

part iv

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#yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[mod-kyoko]

OMG THE REQUEST YOU DID FOR ME WAS ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS💗💞💗💞💖Like I died of amazingness 😂😍💗 I think you have already done this request so I changed it up a little bit so if you don't mind, can I request for kokichi, kiibo, Kaito, Miu and kirumi (can someone stop my obsession with kokichi and kiibo😂) with fem! S/o who was on their p*riods and accidentally stained her pants and did not know about it,and they just so happen to pass by and notice s/o. Again have a great day🤗

mod kyoko here!

hehehe i like this request. thanks for sending it in, here you go:

tw/cw: mentions of m/nstruation, bl0od, suggestive themes (you know miu)

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kokichi, kaito, kiibo, miu, and kirumi reacting to their (fem)s/o staining their pants

you know this man would be a tease about it

kokichi was on his way to go cause his usual mischief when he noticed you

he wanted you to join in, so he skipped over to you

then he noticed

"hey, s/o, what happened down there?"

he would be looking

you were utterly surprised at his comment and sudden appearance, but you looked down anyway and noticed the red bl00dstain on your crotch

you immediately yelped, covering it with your hands as your face began to heat up

he chuckled at your expense, but when he noticed the tears of embarrassment that started pooling in your eyes, he felt regret inside

he grabbed you by the shoulders and led you back to your dorm, careful to avoid being seen, so you could change

he stayed waited for you outside as you changed in the bathroom

once you came out, he noticed you still looked angry

he frowned, walking over to you

"s/o?"

you met his eyes, an unhappy expression displayed on your face

"hey, i'm sorry for teasing... please don't be mad at me," his lip started to tremble

yoy knew what was coming next, so you took him into your arms

even if his tears weren't genuine, his words were

"i forgive you, ouma."

he will immediately cheer up, and then ask you if you want to participate in his next prank

he'll forget all about what happened

kaito invited you to his workout session with maki and shuichi

you hadn't really felt well that day, so you thought maybe exercise would help

once you got there, you noticed you were being stared at

well, shuichi was doing the staring

maki actually made sure not to make you feel awkward, since she knew your pain

maki was about to discreetly notify you of your stain when kaito showed up, late

you turned around and walked over to him for a hug, and that's when he noticed

"uh, s/o, haha, um... take my jacket! you seem cold," he stutters, quickly removing his jacket and tossing it over to you

you caught the jacket with confusion

"i'm not cold," you stated

"trust me, yeah you are," he then grabbed you and led you over behind a tree

"babe, look down," he gestured downward

oh, so that's what he meant

"oh god," your ears immediately started burning from embarrassment

"you need to change, come on," he said, steering you toward the dorms

once you were finally in a clean pair of clothes, he put his fists together

"now let's go, no slacking!"

the two of you returned to the workout area

you were nervous, since maki and shuichi already saw your soiled pants, what if they said something about it?

kaito promised you he would beat em up

(he wouldn't, really, he is too chicken to do that)

you had a date with kiibo that day, so you wore a nice outfit

you were on your way to the dining hall when he saw you

when kiibo noticed your stain, he genuinely thought you were injured

he quickly rushed over and examined you from head to toe

"kiibo, honey, what are you doing?" you asked him as he frantically searched you for signs of injury

"bl00d! you're bleeding! did you get hurt?"

your eyes widened as you noticed a very visible stain on your pants

"kiibo, there's nothing wrong with me. come on, i'll explain what's going on"

after leading him to your dorm and changing into a more comfortable outfit, the two of you sat down on your bed together

you explained to him that girls bl33d from down there every month, and that it's natural

he was embarrassed at his freakout

"ah, i should have known that" he tried to laugh it off

he seemed uncomfortable, so you tried to cheer him up

"well, if you didn't tell me, i probably wouldn't have noticed. that would be super embarrassing! you're a lifesaver, kiibo," you reassured him

after that, he was happier and felt more assured

the two of you still went on your date, having lunch together outside in the wonderful weather

miu was looking for you to be a guinea pig for one of her newest inventions when she saw you wandering around the courtyard

she was about to call your name when she noticed a red blotch in your no-no square

she immediately sprinted towards you

"eh, babe? you got a little somethin down in your lady bits, if you know what i mean," she laughed awkwardly

your eyes widened in horror as you realized what she meant

"hey, it's okay! just wait on that bench and i'll go grab a jacket for ya!" she sat you down on a bench, and then dashed away to get something to cover you with

once she came back, she helped you tie the jacket around your waist to hide the stain

"hahaha! aren't you glad to have such an awesome girlfriend like me!" with her hands on her hips, she cackled with conceit

"yeah, thanks babe," you blushed, staring at the ground

this only fueled her ego

"come on, let's get you changed."

with that, she led you to the dorms so you could change

you had to shove her out of the bathroom so she wouldn't get any ideas

even though she whined about it

once you came out, she gave you a thumbs up

"lookin good, babe! now come on, you have to try out my latest contraption!"

then, she grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to her lab

kirumi had no time to spare for a date with you, as the others had bombarded her with their unwanted chores, so you decided to help lighten her load

you had just reported for work when she noticed

"oh, dear, you have a stain. would you like me to bring you a new set of clothing?" she was pretty straightforward about it

you thought she meant a food or drink stain, but when you looked down you realized she meant something else

"oh no oh no," you tried to cover yourself, turning away from your girlfriend

she walked over to you calmly

"it's only natural for this to happen, you do not need to be embarrassed," she put her hand on your shoulder

her words and her presence were oddly calming

"um, if you wouldn't mind, could you please bring me some clothes?" you uttered nervously

she nodded, and then immediately went off to find some

once she came back, she guided you to a nearby bathroom to take care of your business

she even offered to help you get dressed

after you changed and freshened up, she asked you if she could do anything to ease your nerves

"it's okay, babe, i know you have a lot of other work to do," you politely declined her offer, and she nodded

the two of you then returned to work, completing the load of tasks everyone dumped on you

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aww, i've never written for kirumi before. it was really fun though, i love her.

anyway, thanks for the request! i'm glad i could make you satisfied the first time, hopefully you are again.

have a great day,

-mod kyoko <3

#mod kyoko #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #goodbye despair #v3 killing harmony #kirumi x reader #kokichi x reader #drv3 kokichi #kokichi oma #drv3 miu #miu iruma #danganronpa kiibo #keebo #drv3 keebo #danganronpa kaito #kaito x reader #keebo x reader

[vaguely-concerned]

Okay so, i kinda can imagine how and why graves fancies tf but what is it for tf that intrigues him about graves? "Why" did he fall in love

Hm. Well, I feel like one of the really big ones is that Graves is just... astoundingly honest and unapologetic in being exactly who and what he is. I think that's one area where his character is frequently misunderstood -- Graves isn't stupid (I'd even argue that he's frequently got a sort of shrewd clarity to the ways he thinks), he's simply incredibly straightforward and stubborn. He's not interested in expending energy on hiding or obfuscating himself which, for ol' Tobias 'Smoke and Mirrors & Find the Lady' Felix, must be almost like having a window into a fascinating yet perfectly alien world haha. I feel like meeting someone who’s so fundamentally on the same wavelength (lest we forget they did meet because they were trying to pull literally the exact same con just in opposite directions fadskhsajfa) yet so different from you in other ways would be incredibly intriguing.

For T.F., who's pretty explicitly on some level always running away from something, it must be something indeed to have a partner whose first instinct is instead to fight, to plant his feet and stand his ground against the world come hell or high water. (Which tbf he probably survived so long only because T.F. was around to be his common sense and/or watch his back lmao between them they make one reasonable-ish man.) It makes him this sort of… evidence on a nearly existential level that there is an alternative to fear and helplessness, especially if you’re not alone, handily encapsulated in one grouchy cigar-smoking Bilgewater boy.

I suppose what I’m trying to get at is that Graves has this very real, solid, grounding presence in his brash and heedless way, and I think T.F. is drawn to that as someone who floats along unmoored in the world a lot on his own. What can I say, he’s so reassuring to have around, it’s a great part of my enjoyment of him too haha. Also he's funny, whether intentionally so in a hilariously frank offhanded way or, quite often, unintentionally lol what more can you ask for from the love of your life than to provide endless entertainment either way.

AND I think it’s something about parts of Graves very few people – honestly, probably only T.F. in a few cases – get to really see. Look at the way Graves' rage deflates immediately in Burning Tides the moment he sees T.F.'s honest distress, or the sense of fondness for T.F. you get through his POV in the short stories. There is something warm and sweet and instinctively protective still there at the bottom somewhere that somehow survived a Bilgewater upbringing and everything that happened since (and perhaps survived precisely because he met T.F. when he was still quite young, so there's a little bit of, y'know. That mutual sense of realizing someone saved something fragile and small but invaluable inside you just by being there with you and not just not breaking it but protecting it without even realizing it.) The cheerful amorality he has in his hm. professional life doesn’t really translate into how he deals with interpersonal stuff. My sense is that there was always a spark of attraction there for T.F. right from the start – his bio calls them ’kindred spirits’ straight off the bat, which like :’) aww -- but what made him fall slowly and miserably deeper and deeper in love with no end in sight oh god oh help why are feelings and why do I have to have them are these things that become apparent only with time and as the trust between them grows – like the immense capacity for loyalty and… not devotion in the usual sentimental sense, but the way Graves is so unflinchingly ride or die once he’s actually found something worth it, and the one thing in his life he seems to feel like that about is their partnership. (No better evidence of this than the sheer immediacy with which he offers to work together again at the end of Burning Tides; he really got the truth of what happened back in the day like fifteen minutes ago and that was long enough for him to decide he’s willing to try for what they used to have again despite everything.) That way Graves has of immediately and instinctively thinking in terms of ’us’ and ’we’ that offers a camaraderie of equals so freely and… wholeheartedly?, the glimpses of vulnerability you get simply from how desperately he clearly wants connection with T.F. even if he’s not quite self-aware enough to name it or know what to do about it... things about him that could only shine through and grow in the context of a safe and stable long-term relationship (not necessarily a romantic one, though personally I of course always see at least romantic elements there) because where he grew up I can’t imagine there’d be many places it would be safe to show them.

And lastly I feel like some of it is about these innate qualities about Graves, and some of it is in the dynamic/energy they make between them. Have you ever had a friend where it doesn't really matter what you're doing, because while it's the two of you together everything, the whole world, seems funnier and bigger and more interesting? They've got that, that 'greater than the sum of our parts' joy not only in the other person, but in who you become with them and what you both become together. (Just look at them towards the end of 'Double Double Crossed'; these two idiots have more fun when they're together than all the rest of Runeterra put together. If you get that with only one person in your entire life I think that’s enough.)

Also, I mean, on a shallower note he's uh. he's hot hahaha. He's a big strong dude and from how TF has taken time out of his day to point out this obvious fact several times now across different forms of media I have to assume that that Does something for him.

#I hate to play the 'this is what my WIP is partially about' but sadly it would be very true to do so lol #sorry to dump an entire thesis on you here I just love graves a lot haha #tf x graves #twistedgraves #league of legends

[zhanyes]

do u also read other manga/manhwa’s ~ if so drop that top 10 !!!!

Hello~ I’m actually not a manga/manhwa reader regularly :(( but right now I have six mangas/manhwa that I really like and have been keeping track of regularly

19 Days - (Ongoing) My ultimate favorite manhwa, I’ve been reading it for more than 5 years already and I’m still so in love with it. Normally I would drop stuff that takes too long to finish but 19 days just has me hooked and it holds a special place in my heart. It’s generally light-hearted but there’s the (more than a) sprinkle of angst; the story is really good and I always like to see where it could lead. A pretty straightforward manhwa, and if it wasn’t for the mafia bit, could pass as a normal slice-of-life of teens having fun as a group

Bungou Stray Dogs - (Ongoing) I just recently finished the anime and I’ve been delving into the manga and let me tell you it’s great. The plot, the twists, the characters, everything is really on point, especially the characters, they’re really easy to like and a lot of them has a good character origin. There’s a lot going on and it’s hard to expect anything but it keeps you interested and on edge. Though, it’s not an easy read, a lot of it is big brain stuff, so I read pretty slow to understand it

Jujutsu Kaisen - (Ongoing) Another anime I recently finished and started the manga after. It’s a great anime, and an even better manga, the story is, although could be familiar, still refreshing and a great read. The characters are A+ (specially the villians) and the plot could really get you thinking. The fight scenes are specifically my favorites, the manga really shines light on the good, the evil, and the ones who exist as both. It could be big brain too but generally easy to understand

Killing Stalking - (Completed) This manhwa was fucked up, both in a good way and a bad way simultaneously. It’s a refresher from the lovey-dovey stuff and the action stuff that I often read, there’s just something about it that’s “wrong” but that’s what makes it an interesting read. It’s not really meant to be taken as romantic, and it’s focus is more on psychological horror, it’s something that I really find worthy of reading

Blood Bank - (Completed) Ngl I almost forgot about this, but only because it was so long ago. It’s a really good read, but do take note that it is strongly nsfw (if you’re into bdsm then this is good for you). The nsfw aside, it has actually quite the interesting story, and I really liked the ending. Of course vampires are always A+ for me

Our Omega Leadernim - (Ongoing) I’m a sucker for ABO so this one really hits the spot. Not much I can say about it except that it’s good and the story is pretty interesting, it’s an easy read altogether. Though the characters are based on the looks and ships in BTS, it’s pretty easy to forget since the names are different and the story is the focus of everything

. . .

Well that’s it, this got longer than I initially planned HAHAHA Sorry if I couldn’t answer your ask fully, but thank you for sending one~

#19 days #old xian #bungou stray dogs #jujutsu kaisen #killing stalking #blood bank #our omega leadernim #manga #manhwa #manhua #send me asks #I honestly don't know if this is everything but this is what comes into mind #I'm sure i forgot something #but oh well :)

[binniebutter]

Too Late

Pairing: Lee Chan x Reader, Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l au, hogwarts au

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: a couple of swear words

Summary: “He was too late”... “She was too late.”

a/n: This is for my secret santa @samuelkimz​ i’m sorry it’s so late, and i’m also sorry because there is not a lot of fluff in here if any

“Lee Chan!” All heads in The Great Hall turned in the direction of your voice. Except for one, belonging to the bane of your existence. Lee Chan, who often goes by Dino, was currently laughing his ass off at your demise. At the sight of you two everyone went back to what they were doing, used to yours and Chan’s altercations by now.

“W-what? I-I didn’t even d-do anyth- HAHAHA,”he couldn’t finish his sentence as his laughter bubbled up again. And you did have to admit, you would be the same way if you were in his position. Laughing so much that your stomach would start hurting. you’d probably take pictures too if you were being honest.

“Oh so your foot just so happened to move in between the tables right as I was walking past you, Lee? And is it just a coincidence that that made me trip and drop all of my bloody food huh?” If this had been anybody else you wouldn’t dare speak to them that way. But of course, it's Chan, your well-known enemy.

Lee Chan, Slytherin seeker and one of the most popular boys at Hogwarts. He and 12 other boys make up Seventeen, a group known for not only their good looks, but also their talent. They were the it boys of magic. Everyone wanted to either date them or be them. You, you wanted neither. You just wanted them to leave you alone. Well, except for your best friend Seungkwan. Speaking of the devil…

“Ok Y/n how about we don’t commit a murder today. Come now, there’s no use crying over spilt potion.” It was a good thing that he had come at that time seeing as you were 5 seconds away from punching that douche in the face. Seungkwan led you away from Chan, towards the Gryffindor table. He gave you his food to eat, claiming that he was on another diet.

“Again, Kwannie. You need to eat! Here let’s share this Steak and Kidney pudding!”

“No, I can’t-”

You shoved a spoonful into his mouth anyway.

“What a prick,” you scoffed under your breath. As you were preparing to stand up again a pale hand came into your view. Slowly you looked up and came face to face with Jeon Wonwoo. Your breath hitched as you met his eyes. He was stunning, maybe not as handsome as Chan but stunning nonetheless. 

What are you saying you dingbat. Did you just call that idiot handsome!?!?

What are you saying you dingbat. Did you just call that idiot handsome!?!?

Wonwoo clears his throat and it isn’t until then that you realize that you had been staring at his face for a little too long. You blushed and took his hand, feeling a little insecure about your weight.

“Thank you Wonwoo,” you said in a small, timid voice. This is how you usually are. Quiet and shy, but Chan really brings out the worst in you. You look down, blush still prominent on your face, and it was only then that you realized your books scattered across the floor. 

You let out a groan as you fell to your knees and started to pick up the textbooks one by one. As you were about to pick up your potions book, a hand beat you to it. The same hand that had helped you off the floor. He’s pretty nice for a Ravenclaw.

After gathering all your books, you stood up and rushed towards The Fat Lady, muttering a quick thanks to Wonwoo on the way. 

“Caput Draconis,” you all but rushed the words out, an even more urgent feeling to get in your bed overcoming you. Once inside the common room, you headed up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Bursting into your room, you flopped down into your bed, not even bothering to take your robes off before you fell into a deep sleep.

“Y/n come on! Let’s build a snowman!” A voice called. One that you’d definitely heard before but you can’t put a name to it.

“I can’t, it’s too cold!” Is that…your voice. It definitely is but you don’t remember ever moving your mouth.

“It’s not that cold, you big baby.”

“But I’m your big baby aren’t I,” your voice responded. 

“Y/nnnn,” the voice whined, “Wake up.”

“Huh?” that voice. Where have you heard that voice from?

“Y/n, wake up. Wake up.” Isn’t that...

“Wake up you bloke! It’s suppertime.” 

Chan.

After your rude awakening, you and a couple of girls were walking to The Great Hall. They were all gossiping about something you could care less about and you were pretending to listen. But your mind was elsewhere. You kept going back to your dream. Was that Chan’s voice? And were you guys dating? God, you got a headache just thinking about it.

“Y/n? Were you even listening?” Seulgi asked you. She was nice and you kinda feel bad because you were, in fact, not listening.

“I-I’m sorry? What did you say?”

“I asked you if you have a date for the Yule Ball? We all do and we’re so excited!” you know she meant well. You did. But it kinda hurt knowing that you don’t have a date to the ball and that you probably would never get one.

Before you could answer her, someone else did from behind you.

“Yes, she does. Well, if she’ll allow me to take her?” You slowly turned around and, for the second time that day, came face to face with Jeon Wonwoo. Jesus, he’s everywhere. He let out a little chuckle at your expression which you guess was a mixture of confusion, surprise, and skepticism. “Well? Will you be my date to the Yule Ball?”

You weren’t an idiot. You know that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity because for as long as you have been at Hogwarts, no one has ever been Jeon Wonwoo’s date to a ball. No one. You turned to look at the girls who were all sporting looks of jealousy, except for Seulgi. You turned back to look at Wonwoo, who for some reason was way closer than before. You let out a nervous giggle.

“Uh, s-sure Wonwoo. I’d love to be your date to the Yule Ball.”

You let out a deep breath before going down to the Gryffindor common room. Your dark blue dress was flowing behind you as you walked down the stairs. You’ll admit, you looked great. Seulgi was nice enough to help you with your makeup, which you were extremely grateful for. You probably would’ve poked your eye out if you had attempted it yourself. As you made it down, wolf whistles could be heard from your friends. You rolled your eyes before making your way over to them, slightly wobbly because of your heels. 

“Damn ma, you look good,” one of your friends, Yeonjun, said upon your arrival.

“Shut up,” you replied while rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious, Wonwoo won’t be able to keep his off of you.”

Which was true. He told you himself a little while later at the ball while you were slow-dancing. 

“You look really beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He chuckled before leaning closer to you to whisper in your ear.

“Come outside with me.” You looked at him, confused, before slightly nodding your head. He held out his hand for you to take and you did, your other hand holding up your dress so that you don’t trip. Neither of you noticed a pair of eyes watching you leave the room.

Once outside, you took a seat on a bench, glad to be out of that stuffy room and off of your feet. You were definitely going to have blisters tomorrow. Wonwoo sat next to you, planning his next move. He decided to just be straightforward.

“Hey Y/n, look here for a second.” And the moment you did, you were met with a pair of soft lips on yours. Your eyes widened as you froze, not believing that the Jeon Wonwoo was kissing you. After a few seconds, Wonwoo pulled away from you. He searched your eyes for any sign that you liked him back but saw nothing. He frowned and moved back in to kiss you again, as if that would make you like him, but was stopped by your hand.

“W-what was that? Why did you just kiss me!?”

“I like you, Y/n. That’s why I asked you to the ball so that I could tell you fo my feelings. Do...do you like me as well?” You frowned at the question. Wonwoo was nice, he always has been. And there’s no denying that he’s attractive. He’d be a very good boyfriend. But, while Wonwoo was kissing you, all you could think of was one person. Chan.

“I’m sorry Wonwoo, but I like-”

“Chan,” he finished for you. “Yea, I figured. You should go to him. Go get your man,” he said with a wink. You giggled at the action before thanking him and running back inside. Wonwoo watched you run inside, his heart sinking into his stomach. 

He was too late.

You rushed back to the ballroom, being careful not to trip. You burst through the doors, which may have been a tad dramatic but you didn’t give a bloody shit, looking for your target. You pushed through people, looking frantically for Chan, bumping into Yeonjun on the way.

“Jun! Do you know where Chan is!?!?” You yelled over the music.

“Chan? As in Lee Chan???” You nodded. “He’s right there,” he said pointing to somewhere behind you. And you wished that you didn’t turn around. Because there was your enemy turned crush snogging a girl against the wall. You hadn’t even noticed that tears were running down your face until Yeonjun asked if you were ok. You sniffed, turning to him.

 “Yea, I’m fine.” Lie

She was too late.

this sucks bye, also justine I swear to god I’ll write fluff for you.

#kpopscape #seventeen x reader #chan x reader #dino x reader #wonwoo x reader #svt chan #svt wonwoo #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x you #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #enemies to lovers au #hogwarts au #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fic

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Brothers Conflict (Brilliant Blue) Part 4 - Asahina Rui (Louis) Route

Yayyy time for the pretty boy whose name I don't know because everyone calls him Rui but everywhere shows Louis🥲🥲 Anyway, I love how he styled Ema's hair when she woke up late, the hairstyle was so cute and suited her so well! Can totally see why the other brothers like Tsubaki and them would ask him to do their hair. Lmaoo, Ema practised her cooking skills by having Juli eat all her food/failed creations, the poor squirrel!! Hahahaha, it's so funny but kind of Juli though🤣 Aww Rui can be so straightforward sometimes, I love how after the dates, he tells Ema that he feels lonely that the date has ended already lol, it's so cute. Awww, Rui got a lap pillow from Ema! It was nice to see Ema touch his hair instead of the other way around so that was cute. Lmao at Rui and Tsubaki saying he needs to learn to be more considerate towards girls or he won't be popular🤣🤣 To be fair though, Wataru is "lost" right now, so I'm more on Subaru's side that they should focus on looking for him than caring about how Ema is, but since the rain is coming down hard and she's freezing, someone should probably go back with her since it won't help the search if she gets sick and they have to care for her too. I guess this is the reason why I'm not popular, I'm not considerate either! Hahaha!

Lmao, it's such a Rui date to have the both of them just fall asleep on a bench in the park🤣🤣 It was so adorable how they held hands during the movie date and then held hands afterwards too! It's so cool how Rui can understand Juli! I think it's nice that Juli can communicate with someone else besides Ema, might help with Ema's sanity too since he's such a glutton lol. Awww, I love the conversation where Ema asks what Rui's type is and he describes it and then says she's his type hahaha! Anyway, Rui is a nice guy but dang, his voice makes me so sleepy!! LOL. Maybe it's a weird problem to have and maybe it shouldn't affect how I feel for him as a character but seriously, I have to take lots of breaks because I always feel so drowsy after listening to him for a while lmao. Aww, I love how Ema went to check out Rui's workplace and then ended up getting her hair styled by him! I love how when she said "she didn't look like or feel like herself", Rui said that she shouldn't say that because this style is just another part of her, and that there will be many different and cute versions of her tomorrow and from then on, and I think he's so right! A lot of the time, whenever I do my hair or put on makeup or something, I feel like "it's not me" or people think it's not "you" but really they're just different ways for you to present yourself, you are still you and this is just another way to show who you can be. Lmaoo when Ema was imagining Rui to be her future partner and got embarrassed so she buried her head into the flower bouquet, and Rui appears and asks if the bouquet tastes good lmaoo🤣🤣

Okay, unfortunately, I spoiled myself about Rui being adopted when I tried to check whether his name was Rui or Louis. The crappy thing is that I still don't know lol. Anyway, having that info, I knew Rui was going to tell Ema about him being adopted after she found out she wasn't really connected by blood to Rintaro. But even though I got spoiled, I don't think it dampened the effect it had on me. I'm still shocked to find out he's adopted because even though he says he's "different" from the other brothers and isn't similar in any way to them in terms of looks or personality, I think they're all unique lol, and they're all similar in the sense that they're all kind, so I honestly don't think he's different at all haha. What I loved most about Rui's words was when he told Ema that what's most important isn't to be connected by blood but to be connected through the heart. When he told her about how everyone has him in their heart just as he does for the others and that is what makes them family, I honestly cried. I agree so much😭😭 As long as you think they're precious, as long as you have a spot for them in your heart, as long as you care for them, it doesn't matter whether you're related by blood or not. I mean, so many people may be related by blood but not even care or think about the other, so really, what makes a relationship is that mutual love and desire to be with one another and care for them. I'm so happy that Rui didn't feel offended by Ema's words and was actually glad she vented her honest feelings because he thinks she tries to be a good girl too much, which is true so I agree. Ema can afford to be more selfish haha. OMGGGG RUI AS A BABY (2 years old) IS SO CUTEEE!! He's even holding a squirrel toy, he's so adorable, I cannot😭😭😭 I love how happy he was when Miwa nicknamed him Ruu-kun🥲🥲 Anyway, other than Rui getting adopted being a super cute story, I'm glad to finally know that his name is definitely Asahina Rui🥲🤣

I found it really sweet how on one of the movie dates, Ema and Rui were talking about movies with magic in them, and she said she thinks that Rui doing her hair felt like magic, honestly, with how creative and kind he is, it definitely is haha. Awww I love the park date where Rui and Ema share their crepes with each other! Lmao when Rui was sad that Ema was too embarrassed to go "aah" and feed him even though he fed her🤣 OMG when Rui just licked the cream next to Ema's mouth, heart attack lol! Anyway, Rui is good at decorating cakes huh, I guess that would be expected. Lmao at Rui calling Ema a "houkouonchi-san" which is basically someone with no sense of direction, or in Chinese it would be 方向白痴, which is legit what I am hahaha. LOL at Rui saying Natsume also has no sense of direction and would probably die without a car navigation system, it's me🤣 Awww it's so sweet to have Rui go shopping with Ema! Not only does he do her makeup and hair, but when they shop, he's got such a great sense of style so he can choose a whole outfit for Ema, and even pay for it! 10/10~ 

When it said Rui had been thinking about how to reply to his real dad for weeks, I was like omgg he still hasn't told Masaomi and them about it?! But I'm glad he finally opened up to them about his real dad wanting Rui to go to France and stay with him there. I loved Ema's answer when Yusuke and Rui asked her what she thought. She told him she didn't want to be separated from Rui, but she understands that this is Rui's choice and that she'll cheer him on whichever choice he makes. She clearly told him her thoughts but made sure to tell him that this is his choice to make. Aww, like, I understand that his current family is his family now and stuff, but I kinda wanted Rui to also maybe like visit his real dad someday or something? It just feels kinda sad that there is a connection he can have with his real dad but he doesn't need it, which is understandable since he's lived his whole life without him, but knowing that his dad reached out to him the moment he found him in a magazine and realised that he had a son just makes me sad that they might never get to see each other. Maybe his dad can come to Japan one day lol. Aww okay, they are seeing each other! Yayyy, cuteee! Anyway, I love how Juli likes Rui and can communicate with him so he's like one of the only guys Juli's not hostile towards lol. I really enjoyed getting to know that Juli was actually with Ema's real father, and then just followed along with Rintaro after and took care of Ema, so he's basically been with Ema since she was a kid! He's basically another father in squirrel form lol. On the other hand, that "kyoudai" (brother) end didn't even have Rui make a choice as to whether he's going France or not! It was just literally, let's keep getting along forever lol. OMG, Rui and Ema having a bath together is not a CG I expected but I love it, they look so adorable!!

Overall, I quite like Rui, but he is definitely quite a "slow" guy haha. I think it was really sweet to see Rui always dress up Ema and make her feel confident in her beauty and the idea of dressing up to make yourself feel beautiful. I really like how they incorporated the adopted thing with how Ema reacted to herself being adopted and I think it brought a nice new perspective to the usual dialogue of that scene. But honestly, I think that part is always done really well with the different guys and I've never thought they were ever repetitive or boring. Anyway, I liked how Rui told her his thoughts and feelings. I think the real father coming back in the end part was kinda there just for some drama since it was so short, but I did really like how Rui brought Ema along to tell the guy his decision to kinda show how he has important people here he doesn't want to leave. And loll Rui always seems clueless but it's cute when he does something unexpectedly seductive like licking cream off Ema's face hahaha, he's a bit of a dork but also cool. It was nice to see Juli approve of a guy for once too. I think the only negative thing was that Rui speaks really slow and gently so alot of the time, I would honestly start getting really tired and sleepy when going through the story hahaha! It's also a good thing though because it helps with my Japanese learning lmao. But yeah, if you like a guy who is gentle, sweet, doesn't say much but sincerely cherishes his family in his heart, Rui is your guy! Yes, I really loved his lines during Ema's emotional breakdown over being adopted, it was definitely the highlight of his route imo and now I just feel so warm and fuzzy knowing how important his family is to him as long as they have him in his heart and he has them in his heart.

#brothers conflict

[superborb]

Imperial Coroner

tl;dr An extremely well executed mystery period drama, with an excellent main cast.

Instead of a premise ("mystery period drama" actually covers it pretty well), I'll start by introducing you to the main four characters.

From right to left: Xiao Jinyu: Prince Goldfish!! (His name is a homonym and early on, Chu Chu mishears his name that way. C-fandom also refers to him as little goldfish.) He is charged with investigating cases and is an excellent detective. Used to getting his own way, but upright and fair.

Chu Chu: Grew up in a family of coroners and has gone to Chang'an to try and become an official coroner. Her knowledge about corpses is vast, but she's occasionally naive. Practical and meticulous, she's set her sights on helping others with her skills as a coroner.

Leng Yue: A doctor and skilled martial artist, she is straightforward and direct. She grew up with both XJY and JY, but her grandfather is outside Chang'an as the military commander of an army.

Jing Yi: A little bit silly, JY often adds a touch of humor to a situation. He and XJY are best friends and often investigate cases together; they don't need to talk to communicate at all! He acts well, and has a silver tongue.

(It perfectly fits a sedoretu. I'm just saying, each romantic pairing of the sedoretu works.)

Where this show really shines is in the internal logic and intelligence of the characters. People don't do stupid things! If they do fall short, there is usually a good reason! Bad guys are (mostly) smart, it's just that our main characters are better. The show will also often seemingly miss an obvious clue-- only to circle back around to it, rewarding paying attention.

The plot is fast and mostly well paced, though the ending is somewhat rushed. I definitely needed the watch party to remind me when the Big Bad was introduced because I completely forgot hahaha, but it's not too difficult to follow. They do fall into an over-explaining trap to make sure you get what happened and end up repeating it a couple times.

That does lead into my biggest (slightly unfair) annoyance though: despite subverting some expectations, it fully falls into the murder mystery + imperial power genre niche. Bad Guys Bad, Emperor Good (even when the emperor doesn't really do anything either way), Everything Fixed Through Investigation, that sort of thing. No questioning of the system, the police state is fine because these upright gentlemen are at the head of it, doing some casual (bloodless) torture and interrogation... But at the same time, that is the genre, expecting more is a bit unreasonable.

My other complaint is that because of XJY's detective skills and JY's ability to follow XJY's thoughts, it ends in the girls needing the explanation more often than I'm happy with. As is genre-typical, explanations of the forensics and such are needed, of course, but it was an annoying trend when they otherwise did a good job of balancing the main characters.

Since I do talk about it a lot, there is a bit of second hand embarrassment in the first ep, but after that, not really. I only remember because it's in the start of my livetweet thread haha. I livetweeted the whole thing under the #imperialborb tag [https://twitter.com/superborb/status/1393711482664271872]! A first for me!

OK Let me end on some more praise! For a young, relatively unknown cast, the acting is quite good; XJY is a bit stiff, but that works for the character. They also had a small budget and did a lot with it: costumes are decent, no terrible CGI. Though there was a hilarious fight-from-the-POV-of-a-sword GoPro moment. Mildly terrible wigs, but what can you do.

Finally, there is an end credit scene at the very end of the show; don't miss it!

#imperial coroner #cdrama