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bandgie · 7 months

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Poor Baby

Idol!Bangchan x sexworker!reader

a/n: a lot of you guys asked for a part two of this post and I will provide!

synopsis: You need to make end meet with your bills. When your boss gives you a huge opportunity to make big money, you hop at it (even if it impacts your dignity). Lucky for you, your favorite customer happens to be coming in that day.

cw: 18+ MDNI, glory holes, PIV, no protection (use it!), fingering, oral (f!receiving), pussy slapping, cursing, cock drunk reader, reader is called Nyx/Chris is called Koala, mentions of Lee Know, cum eating, Chris is more confident this time, Chris is called 'daddy' and he plays into it, brief mentions of sub-space, idk that's it

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"I dunno, sounds too risky," you bite your fingernails as you speak. The offer is a good one, triple your hourly and bonus tips. You were on the verge of not being able to make rent, but your boss literally put this opportunity in your lap. Had you been a higher rating girl, you wouldn't have to resort to being a gloryhole.

"Okay I see what you mean," he starts, "but it's only for the weekend. Five hours tops! I'll give you a 20 minute break in the middle of it." Your boss looks at you with expecting eyes. You would take the deal in a heartbeat, but it goes against the only rule you have. "I don't feel safe letting my clients raw dog me. What if they get me sick?"

Your boss shakes his head profusely, "No! Come on Nyx, you know I wouldn't let that happen to any of my girls. They'll take the test to see if they're clean in advance. I get it, it goes against your morals or whatever, but it's big money. Huge! People with names are going to come, literally, and I know you need this more than ever. It's why I came to you first."

You sigh, looking down at the hands in your lap. He's right, and he's a good boss. You have a good job, nice coworkers, and a boss who genuinely looks after you. That's hard to find in this business. After all, you do need the money. Doing this gig for the weekend will help tremendously, and you might even afford to take a few days off.

Finally, you nod. "Yeah I guess you're right. When should I show up?"

It was a lot sooner than you had anticipated. You and the other girls weren't allowed to know who was coming. Like your boss said, they were well-known, so they preferred to keep their identity a secret. That part did make you a little nervous if you're being honest, but you found comfort in knowing that they wouldn't be able to see you.

It would be better this way. Have half your body in a wall, legs open, let the dude use you until he cuts in mere minutes, and get on with the next. Men cum easily, especially when they used women like a fleshlight. Perhaps time will go fast like that, and you could start planning on what you can do on your mini vacation.

So here you were, upper body laid on a small bed chest down with a bar in front for support. Your lower body was out through the hole, legs standing for support. It was slightly uncomfortable, but you could manage. Other women were in different positions all around you, some higher and some lower. Your boss and a few of other workers helped lube you up. You're thankful for that because you know damn well the men coming in would just rail into you.

A few minutes passed before you could hear shuffling, murmurs, the unbuckling of pants. You tensed in anticipation. You were grateful they couldn't see you, but not being able to see them was an entirely different story. You gasped when you felt fingers explore your folds. They were impatient, violating, and too harsh. You bit your lower lip from barking at the man, trying to think of all the cash you'd be swimming in soon.

It's just for the weekend.

Chris found himself, once again, in front of your establishment. He had already gone though the club, the secret sunflower door, the code. The only difference was that he was accompanied by none other than the person who told him about this sex club, Lee Know. They both wore disguises, face masks and hats to conceal their face.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this again," Chris groans. Lee Know only smiles and laughs. Minho pats him on the back, "You're the one that agreed. Plus they have something special going on. You'll like it." Chris follows Minho from the main floor of the sex club and into the back. It's the familiar path to where he met you, but way further back.

Christopher would be lying if he wasn't anticipating on meeting you again. It's embarrassing, but he jerks himself off at the thought of you. The way you feel, the way you taste, how patient you were with him. He would rather die than tell Minho about you, he would get teased until the end of days. It's silly to think he'd see you here, but he can't help but hope.

"Something special? Is that why I had to get tested for STD's?" Chris questions. Rather than giving a verbal answer, Minho hums. He didn't have to do that before the session with you, and you let him go raw. Maybe it's only for special event, he thinks.

Chris and Minho approach a booth with a person inside. She wears a plastic smile on her face, hair done perfectly and acrylic nails. "Names please?" Her voice is almost drained out by the moans and slapping sounds coming from the other side. It's just a curtain that covers it, so all sounds can be heard.

A blush quickly finds its way to Chris's face and ears. He's so flustered that Minho has to answer, "Koala and Rino." The lady in the booth seems completely dismissive about what's going on behind the curtain. She looks through a few pages before nodding, "Ah I see you right here. Please enjoy your time, the session ends in about 2 hours."

Lee Know nods in response and grabs Chris by the sleeve the drag him behind the curtain. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn't even comprehend the sight at first. Men were covered in sweat, pants completely down. Cum was stained below where the women were placed. The smell was strong, and it made Chris grimace.

He turned to Minho, expecting the same reaction. Instead, Minho was looking as if he was at heaven's gates. "Isn't it beautiful?" Chris stays quiet rather than answering. Minho walks further in and Christopher trails behind. The women have only their lower body sticking out, some in doggy others in missionary position.

Chan has only seen glory holes in porn, never even considering seeing one in person.

"So here," Minho points at the wall above one of the women, "is the name of the hole. They don't provide pictures, which sucks. If you see a name you like or know, you just basically fuck it. Cum in it, don't come it. Touch it, don't. The main rule is to not reach in the cut out. Keep your hands to what's exposed, or you'll get kicked out. They're pretty strict when it comes to shit like this."

Chris doesn't bother asking how Lee Know knows so much, it's in his name afterall. "I dunno," Chris tentatively looks around the room. Other men seem to have face masks on, but some don't. He can recognize people form TV, the news, even some older politicians. Lee Know sighs, "Bro, they don't care about you. No offense. They're just here to get their dick wet and leave. It's only gay if you make eye contact."

Lee Know's joke lightens the mood, and Chris finds himself laughing alongside him. They did pay a pretty dime to be here for the special event, he might as well enjoy it. The two men go off in their separate ways not long after. It feel weird for Chris to window-shop like this, almost uncomfortable. It's not until he comes across a familiar name that makes his heart skip.

Nyx, he almost sings. You have your ass out at the height of his hips. He takes a few steps closer as if he couldn't believe it's actually you. Chris takes note of your of your swollen clit, the gaping hole, the cum that drips down your thighs. Without thinking, he reaches out his ands to rub your ass. Not sexually, but more in a comforting way. He can tell this takes you by surprise because you jolt.

"Poor baby," he says sympathetically. It's not loud enough for you to hear, but he can't help but want to console you. From the description he read of you before, he thought this was the last place you'd be. His hands stay soft, and he finds himself kneeling. He can feel the wet floor staining his pants, but he doesn't care.

To put on a show, you wiggle your ass for him. You think the man behind you is going to shove himself in, but you feel a hot tongue. You gasp as the sensation. Since you first clock in, no one had eaten you out. You honestly didn't expect anyone to. You're covered in other men's cum, who in their right mind would consider such a thing?

Chris would, in a heartbeat. If it's to soothe you, he would do anything. He feels like he owes you something. Sure he paid you after the last interaction, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. Tasting men's cum isn't pleasant, but hearing your muffled moans though the walls was worth it.

It reminds him of last time, how desperate you sounded with his mouth on you. He wished you could see his face, watching as your mouth twisted in pleasure. Even now, he's still wishing for the same. His mask is pulled down under his chin while he devours you. Your legs struggle to keep you up right, but you stay on your tiptoes.

You can hear him slurping behind you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread. His tongue flicks over your bud and goes back to teasing your entrance. You could feel your arousal seeping out, and that seems to spur him on more. Your hands grip the bar above the bed, and you so desperately want to grip his hair instead.

Despite being here for three hours, you haven't came. You've gotten close to finishing, but men always finished before you did. It left you frustrated, yearning. You pray that the man eating you keeps going until you cum, but you know better than to hope for that. Instead, you try to grind against his face with what little movement you have.

"Shit. You like that baby?" You hear him ask. His voice is vaguely familiar, a twist of a distinct accent you swear you've heard before. You nod though he can't see. "Fuck yes. Don't stop," you moan. Perhaps it wasn't smart to command the client to please you, it's the other way around after all. To your surprise, he keeps going. He has his tongue dip inside your pussy, feeling your smooth walls.

It's so unbelievably sexy of him to eat you out. He must look humiliating; on his knees, sucking out the cum of other men into his mouth, the filthy sounds that leave his throat. He's eating you like he's never had a good meal in his life, like he missed your pussy. His tongue is experienced too, and you can't help but think this is also familiar.

That recognizable knot in your stomach gathers, and you begin shaking. If he pulls away now, you think, I'll quit. You don't even have to tell him you're close, he can feel how you tighten around his tongue. He quickly pulls away and shoves a finger inside before you could complain. It's difficult to eat you out now that his finger is in the way, but he can use his other hand to replace his mouth.

Chris rubs your clit in circles while he pumps you with his other finger. You squeal at the impact, feeling how his hand meets your ass when he goes deep. Your toes curl, eyes roll back to your head, and loudly moan when you cum on his fingers. It's been so long, so long since you've cum from a client. The last time was with that Koala guy, the one with the...accent.

Realization hits you quickly. You don't even have the chance to say anything with how he finger fucks you through your orgasm. "Wait! wait wait wait..." Chris immediately stops when he hears you. He gently removed his hand from you and you almost fall limp. His hands catch your waist and he keeps you up.

"Are you okay?" His voice is full of concern, full of care. Yeah, that can only be one person. You laugh breathlessly, body still quivering from your recent orgasm. "Shit Koala. How long has it been? Like three months?" You imagine he's choked up, unable to answer you. You've had a lot of customers, and it's impossible to remember them all. Koala, however, has left quite the impression on you.

He laughs awkwardly, "Something like that yeah. Uh...how ya been?"

You blow a raspberry and chuckle, "I don't think I'm in a position for a little reunion. You came here to fuck no?" Chris is a little stunned with your words, but agrees. "Yes. Well no. I mean yes, but not like-" he keeps rambling. You take pity on him and decide to take the lead, "No no I get it. You came here to fuck my pussy right?"

Chris feels like his face is on fire. He wish he could deny it, but he can't. He did come here with hopes of seeing you, to feel you again. Sure he could have fucked any girl here, but how could he when he knew you were here. All pretty and prepped for him. "What if I said yes?" he teases. "Would that make you happy?"

It's surprising to hear Koala tease you back, but you're more than happy to oblige. "Hmm...maybe. It's been a while since you've fucked me, might not be as good as before." Chris laughs, hands squeezing your ass, "I think you know you're lying to yourself. Got you cummin' on my tongue in minutes. Imagine what I could do with my cock."

His confidence has you horny. Before, he was pliant and submissive. He's a totally different man now, who knows what happened in three months. It could also be the fact that he can't see you properly, so it gives him some courage to be bold. No matter, you find it beyond attractive.

"All this talking and no fucking," you complain. "Maybe you are rusty."

In all honesty, Chris hasn't really fucked after you. He rarely did in the first place, but he genuinely thinks no one can compete with your cunt. He knows you're joking with him, but it still makes him nervous. Three months is a long time, he might have lack in some aspects now that he's the one taking control.

Still, he's given such a golden opportunity to show you that he can please you. Chris's grip on your ass tightens for a brief second before he grabs ahold of the base of his cock. It's already hard, red from screaming at Chris to put it in. He uses one hand to guide his cock into your abused hole and the other to rub soothing circles on your waist.

You can't help but smile. It doesn't how dirty he can talk or act, he's still a gentleman at heart. The nearly forgotten stretch makes you whimper when he puts his tip in. His cock is hot and can easily slide in with no problem. Despite that, he still take his time. Chris really wants you to feel how you pussy stretches around him, how he can glide against your warm walls.

Your knuckles turn while from gripping the bar so hard. You almost want to scream at him to hurry up and fuck you. Instead, you find yourself whimpering the contact. Your hips move against him to try and slip his dick in. It works a little, feeling his cock roughly an inch deeper. You can hear him moan behind the wall, a breathy higher pitched whine that makes your cunt wetter by the second

"You still sound so pretty," you whisper. You doubt he can hear you from the other men and women fucking, but he does. Little did you know, that he has his ear against the wall. Chris just needs to hear how you sound, what noises you make. He knows he must look so pathetic, and he's grateful that Lee Know is no where in sight.

Finally, he fills you up completely with his girth. Your legs twitch and squeeze together at the intrusion. You can feel the tingles that travel up and down your body from pleasure. Whimpers and moans leave you lips when he starts thrusting. You're thankful for the wall that separates you two. Before, you had tried to remain professional. Now you can be as loud as you please without worrying. Well...that's what you think at least.

The combined feeling of your soft pussy and beautiful moans break Chris's sanity. Both of his hands grip your sides so he could bring you to meet his thrusts. It's so loud and wet, he thinks you two must be the loudest in the room. Chris loves watching as your cunt drools on his cock, leaving strings of arousal on your ass and his thighs.

You're on the verge on tears letting this man fuck you relentlessly. It feels so indescribably amazing, you let your mouth hang open. "Oh fuucckk," Chris hears you groan. Heat and pleasure remain in your lower stomach, slowly building. It's torture with how it feels like too much and not enough all at once.

You find yourself wishing you could use your hand to rub your clit, but the wall prevents that. instead, you try grinding your thighs together tightly for stimulation. It works, but at the cost of choking Koala's dick. He whimpers, almost pained from the sudden tightness. He moves his hands to the inner parts of your thighs and spreads them open in response.

"Gonna break my fuckin' cock," he mumbles, lightly laughing. Chris resumes his thrusts, but he notices the constant moving of your hips. So much so that he even slips out momentarily. He thinks that it's getting too much for you, but the way you're begging for him to shove it back in says otherwise.

"What's the matter baby?" His voice is light. His strokes are softer now, giving you the ability to speak properly. You take a few heavy breaths before answer, "Touch me." You sounds so desperate, so out of your character that Chris almost wants to tease you further.

Almost.

He concludes that you must be getting close, just wanting to extra rubbing to really get off. Chris grants your wish and uses his fingers to rub circles on your clit. Your reaction is immediate, bucking and crying out in gratitude. Chris smiles fondly at how your body replies to his touch. Now he can tease you without feeling guilty.

"What do you saaayy?" He speaks in a sing-songy voice. Had you been fully cognitive, you would've cursed him. You headspace isn't working though, and you find yourself expressing your appreciation quickly. "Thank you daddy. Thank you thank you. I needed it sooo bad."

The pet name throws him off, making him stutter his hips for a split second. Chris deeply blushes at the term, unsure if he hates it or loves it quite yet. "Yeah? You like daddy's big cock in you?" He decides to test it out. Maybe it's because you're beginning to enter the sub-space zone, but you cum unexpectedly on his dick.

Chris feels you twitch around him and convulse. There was no warning, save for how creamy his length had gotten from your excitement. He almost praised you for how beautifully you painted his cock. Chris pulled himself in and out of you slowly to watch the white substance spread.

You couldn't stop moaning, fully crying from the orgasm. You normally had a good gauge on when you could cum and how to prolong it, but Koala had proven to fuck you up in more ways than one. You body shook and hugged his cock practically lovingly. Feeling him slide his dick slowly inside of you only make you wail louder.

Once Chris felt like you had come down enough, he fucked you with intent. He doesn't know how he was able to last this long, but he's chasing his own orgasm now. You can do nothing else but to take it. You groan everything he hits your deep, tip touching your womb. You can feel your cream dripping down your thighs.

This only encourages Chris more to finish. He wants nothing more than to mix your arousals together. Chris throws his head back and groans, letting his dick settle fully inside you when he cums. Hot spurt bursts in your tummy and you moan at the warmth. You usually detest having clients cum in you, the clean up was irritating. Koala, however, is an exception. He's invited to cum where he pleased when it comes to you.

Hearing him though the walls is bliss, and you wish you could see his face. He's probably still wearing that stupid mask, you think.

Chris lets himself give a few more good thrusts before pulling out, leaving you empty. He uses his thumb to spread your pussy lips to look at how your cunt pools his cum out. He hums at the sight, and gives your pussy a slap. You jolt and yelp at the contact, still sensitive.

"Guess I'll take you answer as a yes," he suddenly says.

Rather than leaving, Chris keeps massaging his cum and your own around your lower lips. You sigh contently as you feel him explore your folds. He's not doing it hard enough to give intense pleasure, but enough to feel soothing. It must be a mess down there, but Chris is entranced by the sight.

He so distracted that he didn't hear Lee Know's footsteps coming at the side of him. It's not until Chris feels his presence that he turns. They make eye contact for a moment before Chris straightens up, wiping his wet hands on the wall. The men have a silent exchange of words before Chris withdrawals his hands from you.

Before you can protest, Koala gives you brief reassurance. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You hear his footsteps leave along with another pair of feet. His sudden departure leaves you feeling somewhat cold, but you quickly dismiss the feeling. It's business, nothing personal. It's something you've had to remind yourself for years working this job. This particular instance, though, leaves you more than just your pussy empty.

"See you tomorrow," Lee Know mocks Chris's earlier words on the way home. Chris has no choice but to put up with Lee know antics. He keeps rubbing in his face how he got to fuck five different girls while Chris only did one. Not that it really matters to Chris, but he knows that Lee Know is much more aware of his little crush now.

After finishing up his laughter, Lee Know throws an arm over Chris's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you man. But I was right you know. That you would like it." Chris can't help but smile upon seeing his friend's cheesy expression. "Yeah yeah, whatever," he playfully rolls his eyes.

"But really," Lee Know questions, "You'd be down to go again? Just for her?" Chris stops walking for a second to think, eyes up to the sky. The night is clear, stars and moon shining down on them. He doesn't know you well, only that your pussy and his cock belong together. Going to that club often would hurt his wallet over time, but he's starting to think that it may be worth it.

"Yeah, just for her."

a/n: really hope you liked it! feedback is appreciated. I am not planning on making a third part to this imma be honest, but I might write an epilogue if it's highly requested.

update!: third part here

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yunarim · 10 months

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hellou I would like to ask (for reasons that the movie will be released soon~) for the dorm leaders reacting to their mc explaining to them with everything and power-point everything about barbie, they even watch her movies (they need to have barbie culture °^°)9 ), songs (mc starts to sing the songs of the Princess and the Pauper bc it's inevitable not to do it xd), toys, etc, and in the end mc gets sentimental because barbie was part of her childhood :') so that all Thank you very much <3 and have a good day *hug*

﹢ ﹒🩰 WRITTEN IN YOUR HEART and you're always free to believe ♡

♡ SYNOPSIS : reader introducing barbie culture to the dorm leaders !

♡ TAGS : implied female reader (but no pronouns used actually), fluff, implied reader has all the movies downloaded on the phone and got transmigrated with it, watch me being emo about barbie movies, games & songs because totally not me was obsessed with them in my childhood—

♡ NOTES : OMG ANON LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG TOO you're just in time bc i replayed barbie in the 12 dancing princesses literally a week ago sdhkjh THIS REQUEST IS SO SWEET i felt it with all my both mind and soul

— ❀ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

How could you not realize it before!! When you asked Riddle if there is something you can help with since you’ve noticed he’s been quite preoccupied with too many things to handle, he said you may assist flamingo caretakers but there’s one rule that you absolutely mustn’t violate. According to rule 249, ‘Flamingo caretakers are to don pink attire’ which happens to be extremely… pinkish.

Riddle notices you following the rule by heart, but you seem to hum a song unknown to him. He asks why would even sing something like ‘We spin for you, Janessa, and chasse for you, Kathleen, we pirouette for Lacey, and we bow before the queens’ and among those lines… Riddle can understand the ‘bow before the queens’ line, but who are those people in the first place? You ask him if barbie culture even exists in their world and when you find out there’s none—

Riddle takes your introduction to barbie lessons just as diligently as professors' magic lessons. He wonders if you perform this excellently on tests as well since the way you turned all the information into neatly assigned diagrams and schemes is astonishing. You came up with the idea of homework because he’s familiar with such, so the task you assigned him to finish by the end of the week was to remember the Birthday Song you were singing in the garden.

He knows that all the barbie aesthetic is important to you by the way your eyes glow with joy whenever he brings you something barbie related. You got all Heartslabyul jamming to barbie songs, which is not against the rules. In fact, when Riddle spotted that even Trey started singing ‘If I want some eggs I ring the bell, and the maid comes running in’, he decided there is one more rule that needs to be added to the list, which is ‘One must sing ‘I am a girl like you’ when cooking’.

One day during an unbirthday party Riddle gifted you a handmade barbie doll according to your descriptions. He did make it himself but with a little touch of magic so it came out quite nice. He thought you would scream and maybe jump out of your seat but you just drew the doll right to your heart and teared up a little, causing Riddle to get confused for a moment. But once you explained that it’s very touching and means a lot to you, he smiled reassuringly. You’re an honorable ambassador of barbie culture in Heartslabyul now.

— ❀ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Even if Leona doesn’t say it, he’s grown quite fond of you enough to shamelessly tell you that you need to do the thing that always puts him to sleep, which is singing a lullaby. Usually you would just hum something incoherently and watch Leona snore on your lap but this time you decided to fall into the embrace of your childhood and sing ‘No one to say when to eat or read or leave or stay, that would be the day’. Leona opened one eye and asked if you were actually trying to put him into sleep or emphasize on his upbringing for some reason.

Next day you tell him if he falls asleep while you two watch ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’, you will never ever sing him to sleep again. He just yawns you away but agrees anyway since it’s the first time he sees you so agitated. Somehow ends up providing you with plot analysis as the movie goes on. This is the moment you know you got him.

Leona thinks he doesn’t care about your childish movies and things and then spends twenty minutes explaining to Ruggie why ‘Barbie in the Nutcracker’ is obviously superior. Leona: started as a joke and ended up genuinely investing into barbie culture. Ruggie: started as a way to fool around and ended up kinning Erika (Leona tells him to come back down to earth since Ruggie’s no queen like Erika was).

One day gifted you Princess Anneliese doll with ‘You’re just like me’ line — whatever he meant by that — and your reaction turned out to be so amusing so he started casually gifting you other barbie dolls just to (enjoy your beautiful smile but he won’t tell you this) entertain himself. Now whoever visits Ramshackle often asks how did you get an enormously large collection of pretty dolls but your dorm remains so ruin-like. Needless to say that you would be considered rich in your world for having such a huge collection in your property.

Now asks you to watch barbie movies together instead of singing him to sleep but ends up never falling asleep before he watches till the end. You throw quick glances to check if he’s asleep and he pretends he is, though his tail can not lie, revealing his honest reaction to plot twists. Cheka visited once, and now thanks to you everyone in Afterglow Savannah is cultured.

— ❀ AZUL ASHENGROTTO

All popular cafes in the city were holding some events with advertising new products as a main purpose. Azul couldn’t afford falling behind so he needed to come up with original and creative ideas as soon as possible. Since you were working part-time at Mostro Lounge, you suggested holding barbie inspired events. When you found out no one in Twisted Wonderland knew barbie, you were so shocked that you asked (or rather demanded) Azul to entrust all the preparations to you.

At first no one really understood what’s the point of decorating Mostro Lounge with pink glittering and shining stuff but when you suddenly came up on the stage and started singing simple yet touching songs, everyone started getting the main idea. But the pièce de résistance became none other than Bibble plushies. You sewed the very first version, and Azul grew to love the new Mostro Lounge’s mascot so much he now has an enormously huge Bibble plush toy in his dorm room. You always say it needs to be resewed but he already got a soft spot for it.

Azul is absolutely in love with all the outfits you come up with for the performances, but most importantly he can’t throw out of his mind the songs you performed. Ended up recreating instrumental music from Mermaidia just according to your vague descriptions of how it should sound, and it turned out perfect. You once accustomed his outfit to resemble Nori’s one and well— It’s totally not you who wants to see his merform with Nori’s accessories and makeup, surely not, nuh-uh.

Gifts you barbie mermaid doll, its outfit pieces made from pearls from Coral Sea. You don’t even know if you can accept such a precious gift, considering you didn’t expect Azul to think about how important it was for you. So you came up with the idea that he also should perform with you on stage, accompanying you by playing piano.

Singing songs from ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ became Octavinelle tradition thanks to you. But also please don’t sabotage Azul with a recording of him crying his eyes out while listening to you singing ‘Written in your heart’ alright? Also would do anything to see you dressed up as Elina but you most certainly didn’t hear Floyd and Jade telling you this info. You most certainly didn’t see the Mermaidia art piece appearing in the Atlantica Memorial Museum either.

— ❀ KALIM AL-ASIM

The first ever time you’re taking a magic carpet ride with Kalim, you realize that maybe this is how Barbie felt riding a pegasus. When Kalim asks who is Barbie and what pegasus even is, you explain in vivid detail the whole plot of ‘Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus’ and start singing ‘Cause hope has wings to carry you’. Kalim doesn’t even know the song but somehow ends up guessing the lyrics and the vibe so you two are taking crazy carpet flips and giving Jamil a hard time watching you from the ground. (Spoiler: the next day Jamil is having a hard time listening to Kalim saying they should get a pegasus somewhere.)

Okay apparently you got Kalim planning to recreate the whole ‘Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses’ with his siblings because he’s totally invested. HELP he’s so down that he’s been asking you details about barbie outfits for a week, so now it looks like he’s more fan than you are.

Every time you visit Scarabia, Kalim greets you with performances you’ve never thought can be recreated in real life. One day he decorated his magic carpet with light purple jewelry encrusted in the fabrics, the next day he was dressed up as Derek from ‘Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses’ and asked you for a dance. It was extremely silly because you suddenly remembered the PC game you played and how ridiculous princesses movements were but you got so immersed into dance you decided to let your inner child arise.

Kalim gifts you 12 dancing princesses dolls collection made by him and his siblings and you straight up start crying out of joy and how thoughtful it is for you, which gets Kalim just as emotional as you, so now Jamil has to take care of two crying silly idiots. Kalim is the one who helps you advertise barbie throughout Twisted Wonderland, because everyone needs to grow fond of it. He also suggests you ask the headmaster if you could assign pink and lilac as Ramshackle dorm's official color scheme so everyone would know you’re a barbie ambassador here in Twisted Wonderland. Also thought it would be a good idea to make hymns for every dorm based on barbie songs but couldn’t decide which one would fit Scarabia, so he just ended up randomly starting singing whatever pops up in his mind.

— ❀ VIL SCHOENHEIT

Usually you just enjoy going shopping with Vil and you’re usually calm and collected, but when you suddenly screamed Vil thought something happened. You almost started crying out of nowhere and when Vil came closer to you and took a look at the glass case he saw a butterfly-shaped necklace. When you started spinning around and bursting in soft giggles, Vil could have sworn he saw pinkish sparkles blossoming around you. Turned out the necklace reminded you of the similar one that appeared in Barbie Fairytopia of which Vil had no idea.

Next day you presented an insanely well-made research on all barbie outfits from every movie, video game and doll. Rook tagged along for beauty and aesthetic appreciation and Epel just heard you mentioning having barbie jeep cruiser convertible car playset so now you’ve got Pomefiore in full force listening to you explaining what barbie culture means in your world and somehow they ended up investing into it quite unironically.

When Epel shows you a magazine issue the next month, you have your jaw somewhere on the floor because the Vil Schoenheit just released a photoshoot inspired by ‘Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale’ you once showed to him. He understands the impact of barbie culture on your generation and realizes how trendy it can get in Twisted Wonderland.

Not Vil passing the casting for a film adaptation of ‘Barbie and The Diamond Castle’ based on the movie you have saved on your phone— And not the Neige LeBlanch playing Alexa… In any case you can’t imagine what started as you getting excited over a necklace similar to Barbie’s one, ended up Vil and Neige starring in one of your favorite movies but here in Twisted Wonderland.

He gives you the necklace, but not that similar one you saw in a shop. He proudly gifts you the necklace just like in the movie you watched with him after introducing barbie culture, and you tear up, saying you won’t ever take it off and it’ll be on your neck forever. Now you’ve got Vil (and actually a whole Pomefiore considering they should make adjustments in their dorm’s aesthetic choices) genuinely liking barbie culture thanks to you.

— ❀ IDIA SHROUD

You were playing video games with Idia when something suddenly slapped you — the game resembles ‘Barbie Diaries’ so much!! When Idia asks you what the hell is barbie, you jump from the chair and drop your px5 controller. No way… there is no way Idia doesn’t know this masterpiece, you thought he got influenced by barbie culture while growing up.

You can’t say no to this challenge, so the next day the powerpoint party you decided to hold got extremely serious and unironically informative. You’ve got everything prepared: how barbie was created, when the movies were released, which dolls were to die for, and of course… games!!

Let’s be real, it’s Idia who’s investing, and he’s investing hard. He got all the songs from ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ memorized in an hour after listening to your presentation. He doesn’t care if people think it’s a childish thing, NO WAY it’s childish when the ‘When you live your dream, you’ll find destiny is written in your heart’ line LITERALLY EXISTS.

He makes barbie PC games based on your descriptions in a span of one day because he’s already a true barbie stan and he doesn’t care if he’s sleep deprived. He’s got all the barbie movies you sent him to watch. Idia also is being sad because how the hell Twisted Wonderland couldn’t came up with something so genuinely genius. He also sighs and complains to you that he kinda fell behind and would be late for the trend if he was in your world because he started stanning barbie after it became mainstream, but you reassure him that it’s alright and he can be barbie ambassador in Twisted Wonderland with you.

When you help him arrange a barbie doll collection no one knows how Idia even recreated, he also gives to you a huge dollhouse with barbie playsets you’ve mentioned briefly. Right when you’re about to tear up, he gets panicked but also installs on your laptop all the PC barbie games he managed to create based on your words. Please don’t abandon him and play all the barbie games he created with him in his room. It's obviously better to (share the memories but he’s too shy to say it out loud okay—) play them on his computer anyway.

You can wake him up at 3 in the morning and randomly say ‘Can’t go back, so we gotta go on, we’ll stick together, staying strong’ and he’ll perfectly accompany you with his eyes closed, humming ‘There’s a diamond castle in my mind and someday soon’ because he memorized all the songs. Ortho mentions how Idia starts singing barbie songs here and there in the dorm. Idia also wants to provide you with cosplay materials, so if you don’t mind…

— ❀ MALLEUS DRACONIA

Once Malleus mentions he’s a fae during late night strolls around Ramshackle, you suddenly start singing softly ‘Fairytopia’s where I wanna be, Dandelion and Bibble next to me’ and Malleus gets so confused. Who… are Dandelion and Bibble? Also Fairytopia? Is it what your homeland calls? Are there faes in your world too? Tell him everything!

You show movies you downloaded on your phone (even if you never thought the very first thing you would show on your phone would be barbie movies, moreover it’s Malleus who’s bad with technologies) and he immediately starts asking you questions like ‘Why would Laverna want to destroy the rainbow and plunge Fairytopia into bitter winter?’, ‘Are there different types of fairies or only the ones that have wings behind their backs?”, and many other things.

He also wants to know if you’re not opposed to the idea of dancing with him like 12 dancing princesses did. You also sing to him when you feel like it, and once he heard of ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ he felt as if he was enchanted. Turns ‘Free’ into opera performance with Lilia filming him for something he referred to as ‘family archives’, Silver being happy Malleus-sama is happy, and Sebek tearing up because his master is absolutely majestic, brilliant, wonderful, outstanding and—

He doesn’t really understand the concept of collecting dolls but sees Lilia’s room getting filled with them (Diasomnia vice dorm leader doesn’t really know he ordered them from Idia but that’s another story—) and smiles. Malleus also rehearses the songs with Silver in the meadow so he could impress you later.

You feel like crying when it's a warm sunset dissolving in pink and peach colors and Malleus sings ‘In my heart I’d be glad if you loved me for me’. It’s touching and reminds you of your home so much you can’t resist and tear up, Malleus gently stroking your head. Once you calm down, he grins and says there’s something he wants to present to you. He doesn’t know how to make or at least where to buy barbie dolls, people are also terrified of him so there’s no way he could play a role in a movie like Vil Schoenheit, but he’s a fae. He doesn't have fragile pinkish wings, but he’s a powerful magician who wants to thank you for introducing such an adorable culture to him.

So he magically creates a beautiful bright rainbow just for you, giving you an enchanted butterfly-shaped necklace, resembling one that Elina had in ‘Barbie Fairytopia’, so if you’ll have a hard time, just touch the necklace, and the small version of a magic rainbow will appear. ‘Hope will blossom by believing the heart that lies within’.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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uvobreakmylegs · 7 months

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So sorry you aren’t feeling well! Here are some of my own thoughts about diff Yandere taking care of a sick lil darling…I hope you feel better! I’m so sorry if this violates any rules <3

Feitan is the worst, just, not really getting it and why you need anything except a blanket or oatmeal…He thinks it’s cute but he stays away even more because he thinks you’ll start screaming or something if he makes you angry

Paku obviously treats you like royalty, Obviously wants to give you even MORE that normal. She thinks you’ll die if you move a muscle for anything that isn’t the bathroom or to stretch

Chrollo isn’t…terrible..per se, He’s still annoying but he will let you have whatever you need! As much as he loves irritating his darling he still has some semblance of care so he hops to it and gets you some basic stuff, he may let you get pretty much anything as long as you say it nicely

Uvo might not believe you at first, He thinks it’s a plot to get away from him for a moment since he can get clingy but once you start crying or throwing up or even having trouble doing things he’s immediately sitting you down on the couch near the tv with as many blankets as he can find. He might almost behead you throwing a carton of ice cream at you

Shalnark has been watching you since the moment you woke up, he knows you’re sick, he will have the stuff ready when he gets back later that day with no explanation. It’s creepy but appreciate the effort of him Atleast getting you some of those pastries from grocery stores! He could be worse :)

I really do hope you feel better, Periods are the worst! Being sick on top of that doesn’t sound very fun to say the least. Drink lots of water!

Aahhhhh thank you! I'm doing a lot better! And this doesn't violate any rules at all! I really appreciate that you sent this in❤️

Throwing in the other PT yanderes for fun since you inspired me:

Machi is at the ready with various medicines if you should need them, and she'll check in on you frequently and sit with you if that's what you want. Her only downside is that her bedside manner is a little rough around the edges

You're in pretty good hands with Phinks. He might hover a bit too much, but he's a good cook and he'll know what foods to give you that won't upset your stomach

Franklin and Bonolenov aren't terrible, but if your illness is bad enough they'd probably call up one of the troupe (Machi) to ask for advice. Franklin is ordering out foods that are safe for you to eat since he can't cook for shit and doesn't want to make your illness worse

Shizuku is good at taking care of you, but if your illness is one that's contagious, she ends up sick just as you get better on account of how often she cuddled with you during the time you were bedridden

As for Nobunaga and Hisoka...... Don't get sick around either of them. They're bad at taking care of other people and things will get worse before they get better

Bonus yanderes:

Razor and Morel have similar methods of keeping an eye on you when you're sick by way of leaving one of their nen beasts behind with you. Razor has Number Zero stay with you and Morel uses Deep Purple to form a soldier to look over you. In both situations it's good for you since you have help if you need it and if anything goes really wrong, both Razor and Morel will know immediately and can get back to you as soon as possible

(thank you again for your nice message!❤️❤️❤️)

#hxh x reader #yandere x reader #tht0nesimp

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mediocre-quill-ink · 11 months

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Exes and androids

Summary: gavin is being a real piece of shit to connor, your boyfriend. connor soon finds you gavin is your ex. angst fallows.

Content: Gavin being a piece of shit. mentions abusive relationships. Cussing. good ending. Readers' house has weird shit in because that's what I'd have in my house, lmao

Jesus, so much work today. All the files were stacking up, and it was overwhelming having to review and fill all of them out. Jesus.

My focus was broken by the sound of quick foot steps heading my way. When my eyes ripped from the files, it was connor. He sat at the empty desk next to mine. Normally, he has a fairly neutral expression, and to an extent, it still is, but you've spent enough time with him to see something not right.

"Are you okay, connor?" I asked, setting down my pen. He began to bounce his leg up and down. "I'm fine, y/n I'm just... I just wanted to spend some time with you, is all. " I pressed my lips together. "Connor, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He paused, then nodded. "I know something isn't right. Do you wanna talk about it? Or do you just need some time together for now?" He glanced over my shoulder briefly before speaking. "I just... Gavin has been his usual self, is all... It's been bothering me more and more every day." Gavin. Of corse. That fucker dosnt even treat humans well, let alone androids. "Has Gavin been harassing you again?" Connor nodded, his shoulders square.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't want to stress you out. You've been very busy with work and errands. I didn't want to add to all the stress."

I sighed, and I could feel my heart sink. I held his hand. "Connor, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, you should tell me about things like this. I care about you. There's no need to feel like you are a burden, ok?"

His face tinged blue for a second. "Thank you, y/n. I appreciated that."

Suddenly, a chuckle imminated from behind me. Gavin. "Did the tin-can get dented?" I rolled my eyes. Connor shifted slightly and let go of my hand, it seemed Gavin noticed. "Oh no, I'm sorry. Did I hurt the Ken dolls feelings? I didn't realize Androids needed therapy." "Gavin what the fuck is your deal?" I snapped. He raised his eyebrows in response, his tongue stabbing his cheek. "Get your panties out of a twist, y/n. He's a fucking tin-can. Look at him!" He laughed and shoved Connor slightly. Connor looked down, fidgiting with the sleeve of his coat. I immediately stood up and pushed Gavin back. The entire office began to stare. "I don't care if you don't like him or not. Its fine if you dont like him. The fact is the way you treat him is unacceptable. Now get away from us." "You really care about this thing?" He sounded absolutely baffled and amused. I raised my voice, "Gavin-" Connor put his hand on my shoulder and subtlly shook his head at me. I clenched my fists and let go of a long sigh. "Just get out of here. " I sighed. Gavin chucked "and how the human takes orders from the robot. How ironic" and walked off.

"I'm sorry, Connor." I sighed. "I didn't mean to get so angry, are you alright?" He nodded. "I'm feeling... conflicted." "Conflicted?" "I don't approve of you escalating the situation. But... I appreciate you trying to stand up for me." He gave me a soft smile. I sighed and smiled back. "Where are your stress levels right now?" His eyes twitched for a moment, LED flashing. "87 percent." I glanced at all the work on my desk, then at Jeffres office. "I can take a moment away from work if you want." I offered. "You don't have to. You still have lots of work to be completed." "Hank has so many violations and still works here. I'll be fine with one little rule break. Besides, I want to." "You don't need to. I'd rather just sit here with you for now, if it's not to distracting." He offered. "I'm fine with being a little distracted." I joked "here, take the seat next to me. Nobody uses it anyway."

He pulled out a black wheely chair and placed it next to me, sitting down in one foul swoop. I continued to sort and fill out any files I needed to, rubbing my foot against his ankle every now and then to let him know I didn't forget about him. I could sense he wanted to do more than just sit there. So I grabbed the arm rest of his swivvle chair and pulled the chair closer to me. Arm rests bumping. "What's up?" I asked calmly. "Nothing." I shot him a "sure' look, and he sighed. "I just wanna talk. You've been busy a lot lately, and I hate to interrupt it." I took a moment to look away from my desk to look into his eyes "you can talk to me, sweetness. I mean it." I grabbed his hand, rubbing it with my thumb.

He continued to talk about his latest interest, the works of his new favorite author. How a lot of his stories share similar themes and imagery. How he picked up on what words the author liked to use the most. I continued to nod and occasionally throw in questions that I was lost on. By the time my stack of files was almost done, I noticed his head was leaning against my shoulder. I couldn't help but blush at it. "Connor, you're really cute, you know that?" I whispered. Scribbling some data on the second to last file I needed to. He paused from his discussion before continuing, "Thank you. You are, too." He replied.

I quickly finished my work. Packing up for the day, the office seemingly slowed with most people heading home. By this point, it appeared Connor was finally put at ease, which was good. "Hey, Connor, wanna stay at my house tonight?" He looked up from the new potted plant I had on my desk, a common succulent, and spoke, "Of course. I'd love that." He gave me a warm smile, causing a gitty, flustered feeling to boil in my chest for a brief moment. He's so cute. "Ready to go?" I asked, "lead the way." He replied.

As we stepped into the parking lot, it seemed Gavin had just made his way into his car, some maroon vintage type of deal. He quickly rolled down his window when he spotted us. Jesus christ, he hasn't even spoken, and I already want him to shut up. "Hey y/n. Heading home with your glorified sex toy?" If it were up to me, I'd beat Gavins ass right then and there. I'm so sick of his shit. With all his harrasment voilations, im surprised he hasnt been fired yet. But I had to hold back for Connors sake. "Fuck off Gavin. You're not original." I shouted back flatly. I could feel Connors gaze swiftly make its way to me. Shit. Don't escolate the situation. What am I doing? "So it's not the first time, then someone said something about your bullshit relationship?"

Don't say anything. Don't say anything.

We were almost to my car. I needed to get out of there before I said or did some dumb shit.

"What, to afraid to talk now? I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Jesus christ, I'm gonna puke. We finally got to my car, I quickly pulled out my keys and got in, connor, following swiftly after.

"Is that machine really better than me? That thing is what you replace me with?" My heart sinks. I could feel connor tense across from me at the new revelation. Goddamn it. Did he really have to bring this up now. I quickly jammed the key into the stem of the wheel and peeled out of there.

There was a long moment of silence before one of us finally spoke.

"You dated Gavin?" Connor finally asked

I let out a beath that I've been squeezing in my chest. It felt damn near suffocating. "Unfortunately, yes." I forced out.

"Why?" Connor asked in a dry tone

I let out another sigh. This time, it was full of regret. I lifted one hand from the steering wheel and pinched the bridge of my nose. "When I first met him, I thought his tough guy thing was hot. I liked his angry brute thing, thought it was sexy, I liked his sense of humor... some times, he was fun, I guess." I swallowed, unsure how to even talk about it when I hardly know why I liked him. "The simple way to put it was that I looked at his red flags and went 'that's hot' without thinking about how it'd all affect me. Turns out dating assholes means they are still an asshole except in a relationship now. The more I got to know him, the more vial I realized he was. I saw him through rose tented glasses, and one day, I finally lost them." I let out a regretful sigh and then continued."I was just a idiot, really"

There was a silence for a moment, then connor spoke. "What was the thing that made you two brake up?" That was a strange and unexpected question, but it was reasonable. "Funny enough, it was cause of android shit. I eventually learned how anti android he was, and it kind of put everything else about him in perspective. All his 'quirky little traits' I taught myself to love were giant redflags. Once I realized I got the hell out of there."

I saw connor nodding in the corner of my eye.

"So why are you in a relationship with me?" He paused, his voice a tad more horse "to make him jealous?" My heart broke at the question. The fact that he even thought that possibly made me hurt. I moved one of my hands onto Connors' knees and rubbed it gently. "No, sweet heart, no. I want to date you because I love who you are. You're kind and intelligent, brave, badass, funny, and I don't want to brag too much, but you're hot as hell." I glanced over to see a small smile crack onto his face."Also, I feel no desire to make him feel jealous. Jealousy is for people you still care about. He could fuck out of my life for all I care." I swallowed hard, trying to take a moment to calm down. I slowed at a red light and took a deep breath, and turned my head to connor briefly while I spoke, trying to keep my voice neutral, "He doesn't derve my energy to make him jealous. It's one thing to be an ass to me. But if he's being an ass to you? Well, now I'm pissed." My eyes moved back to the lights in time to see them turn green, and I pressed on the gas. "I love you, Connor. So much. Never forget that, alright?" He nodded softly.

We finally pulled into my driveway. My home wasn't much, small and in the middle of a just above shady area. But I tried my best to make it work. Rose and lavender bushes in the front, little metal statues of mythical creatures scattered strategically, and other whimsical bullshit.

Connor has only been to my house a handful of times, most of the time, when we hang out or go on dates, in public places. Museums, ice skating, public parks, etc. It was just more exciting than sitting around my house. So to see him inside my home was a welcomed but strange sight.

Connor moved to the couch, sitting down with prefect posture. It looked like he was scanning the space again. "Is that new?" He blurted out. I turned from the shoe basket to see what he was looking at. It was a vintage Barbie doll in the box. The Special Solo in The Spotlight 1994 to be exact. "Yes, it is. I got it for a steal, too. I was super excited." I was a collector of all sorts of things, dolls being one of them. "It's nice, a lot less... menacing than other things in your collection." He replied, giving me a sly smile. I laughed. It's true. Compared to a lot of the other things I collected, it was normal. Animals in jars, creepy toys, old merchandise from gimmicky business, animal bones, gothic furniture. It was certainly an eyesore, but I liked it that way. "Oh, I hope my house doesn't bother you to much." I rumbled, making my way to the couch and sitting next to him. He shook his head and replied, "No, it doesn't. It has a lot of character, and there's always something interesting to look at." I sighed, leaning against the plush back of the couch. "Thanks." I whispered. There was a moment of silence before one of us spoke again.

"Does it bother you how frequently I visit your desk?" Connor suddenly blurted. My gaze returned to Connor. He seemed a bit tense. "Not at all. Why?" I replied. My hand moving towards his back to rub. "I've just... I," He hesitated. I began to sit up straight, wrapping my arm around his waist. I nodded, letting him take his time. "some times i worry i am to annoying. with how frequently i visit your work space." I struggled to hold back a laugh before replying "Connor, you annoy hank to no end and you show no concern about that." he subtly shook his head, a smile barely peaking through his lips. "hank is annoyed by everything." i shrug, smiling "ah, that's true."

Connors smile, for what it was quickly disappeared. "how long did you date Gavin?" my smile fell too, swallowing anxiously. "just barely a year. about ten months." Connor softly shook his head at that. "if he was as awful as you said he was why did you stay that long?" my jaw clenched, a paced out sigh slowly releasing. "he made me feel needed. he made me feel loved in his own special... emotionally distant kind of way. it was often the only thing that had me keep coming back. eventually i learned i deserved more than what he was drip feeding me. the bare minimum and such." "did he ever have sex with you?"

at that I pulled back slightly, offended. "Connor. what was our relationship doesn't matter anymore. it never mattered. the fact is that I'm with you now. you matter Connor. not him." Connor hesitated for a moment before clenching his jaw, repeating "did you ever had sex with him?" I softly squeezing my eyes shut, sighing. "yes. yes i did. a lot." my voice was wavering from anxiety.

Connor didn't respond, I watched as his led flickered, swirling and then turning yellow. he appeared extremely stiff, more than usual. I swallowed hard, a shaky feeling in my skin while he just sat there in silence. goddamn it. I should have just told him everything myself. now I have to break the news to him because of that bastard. I swear to god I'm going to kill Gavin.

"how long were you planning on keeping all of this secret from me?" he whispered, voice dry. you sucked in a shaky breath, "I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. i just could never find a good time." Connor kept his eyes distant. he looked not angry but... sad. hurt. betrayed. "you were with Gavin. my biggest bully. do you know how many times he's tried to kill me?" I opened my mouth to speak but he already began talking. "you loved him. You loved that man."

guilt bubbled in my stomach, my chest burning. "Connor..." I didn't know what to say. the tension was to thick for me to even think of a reply. a sudden chocking feeling came to my throat when heat stung at my eyes.

Connor finally looked at mr. his eyes glossy. "how could you love a monster like that?"

"don't you think i feel bad about it?" I choked out. " I'm the one who dated him. he was abusive and toxic. he kept me coming back by doing the bare minimum and expected me to be grateful for it. and worst of all I was. i don't care about him anymore. i don't even know if i ever did. I'm with you now. i love you." I could feel the heat of fighting off tears in my throat. there was a long moment of silence.

Connors hand squeezed mine. I looked up to see Connor gazing at me with sudden sympathy, regret. "I'm sorry." he whispered, a genuine and soft tone. "I've been selfish in this conversation. i should have thought about your experience with him too." I take in deep breaths, trying to calm down. "i wanted to tell you, i swear i just didn't know how to bring it up..." I mumble. Connor cups my cheek with his hard, plasticky hand. "im sorry, i shouldn't have pushed it." he replied softly, using his thumb to make small stroking patterns.

I let out a sigh as you lean into his palm, embracing the synthetic sensation. "its alright... if i were in your position i probably would have panicked too." I sigh, thinking about what bullying Connor has probably gone through sense working at the station. if Gavin has been putting him through life threatening situations, I'd also be upset to learn that guy dated my current partner.

"you said hes tried to kill you?" I finally asked. a small but sudden anger lighting in my chest. "yes, he has. various times." I move a hand to hold his, the one cupping my face. "you told me about the time he socked you in the stomach but not that. why didn't you tell me?" Connor let out a sigh, "because i could handle it. im a machine build for combat. i didn't want to worry you about him more than i already do." he began to shake his head gently. "I should have told you, though." We both sighed. or whatever android equivalent of a sigh is for connor.

I finally look Connor in the eyes. "Promise me we won't keep secrets from each other, alright?" he nodded,"agreed." and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

#dbh #connor dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader dbh #connor x reader #dbh x reader #connor dbh #dbh connor #deteoit become human #dbh fanfiction #detroit become human Fanfiction #angst #hurt comfort #gavin reed #dbh rk800 #connor rk800

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rathologic · 7 months

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hi, sorry to send something again so soon 😅

so, the religion Clara tries to convert people to in P1. is it meant to be a spin on Christianity? because there are references to God, figures from the Bible, and many mentions of Heaven and Hell. P2 Clara especially seems to have a much more religious aspect to her character (if the “God loves me 😌” line doesn’t give that away)

and i’ve always been really curious about that. is it an altered version of Christianity? (i say altered because i know Clara has a line in P2 where she’s like “why does everyone think God is up above us? he’s down below!”)

the "religion" she's converting people to is the ideology of Humility, as developed by yulia lyuricheva and katerina saburova -- I'd summarize it as "justification of sacrifice to keep the world in order". the Law it maintains is the same as that which aglaya is an instrument of, but it's also integrated into the Kin's cosmology (moreso in p2 with one of p2's worst twists). humility itself is the mechanism of the saburovs' insane death gamble to save the town via clara, so it's also manipulation all the way down :-)

The first thing, the original creation, was the Earth. The ancient one, giving life to plants and animals. She begat the Abattoir; she begat the Kin. She gives and she takes. The dead go into her; everything ends with her. She is the inception and the completion. Such is the Law. We, the Saburovs, act in the interests of the Law, by which everyone must abide. Ours is a faith of Humility.

The faith of humility is a faith for the doomed. Whoever is resigned to death deserves to die.

Let me tell you about the Law. It's not a state law, but rather a natural one. When mysterious evil emerges from nonexistence, it's a clear sign that this law has been violated. Disease is a retribution for trespassers. It's an attempt to restore the balance.

the thing with all of the Humbles is that they believe themselves responsible for the tragedy that's befallen the town, by way of some immediate or past misdeed, and by converting them to the faith of Humility they agree to sacrifice their lives to stop the plague. while the idea of the humbles' "sin" and of a "miracle" in this framework are basically christian, I'd say that comes from the lens of how Clara is interfacing with the idea of humility, and not a foundational way of describing it as a religion

which is because Clara herself 100% identifies with what I'd call not altered, but neutered christianity - the type of cultural implicit christianity where text and worship aren't rigorous (per there not being any functional religious meeting places in the town) but like the ideas are there. patho goes to some lengths to avoid mentioning, e.g., jesus, but the biblical tie-ins especially re: peter stamatin, the idea of the Cathedral, and the dialogue you mentioned lay out that the settler-town is influenced by a basically christian worldview. though I don't have the background on Russian christianity to give any implementation details 😄 (this also applying to pathologic being written from mostly the same cultural context)

+ the changeling justifies her existence (having woken up in a grave five minutes ago) by believing she's a saint and miracle-worker, which in the context of the town's beliefs, of her being a kid, and of how she finds her powers to work, spin into mysticism where within this culturally christian baseline (a post I drafted this very week basically asks why this is the case for newborn clara, given that she's ultimately better described by the Kin's beliefs and imagery) she bends the rules to portray herself as more legitimate (consciously or not) i.e. the voiceline in 2 above. so since she's the point-of-view character for 95% of the interaction the player has with humility, it gets translated through her own lens :-)

#would the townsfolk celebrate christmas? there's a right answer and it is james utopians' drawing of sexy christmas card pinup saburov #this one wasn't supposed to be so long I'll do the other one after TASKS haha #long post #p1 spoilers #pathologic #asks #urdeepestfathoms

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 9 months

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Just saw your post about your requests open, and I hope I'm not violating any of them. However if I have misunderstood, feel free to ignore this NSFW request: Mairon x Reader, 85/ 67 (either goes good for me), 57 and 62... Spice rating: 🔥🔥🔥

I hope you don’t mind that I picked only 62 “bed. now” for your request. I couldn’t make 57 work with this and I already used both 67 and 85 in other asks.

Pairing: Almaren! Mairon x Fem. Reader (Elf | second person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Wordcount: 1.7k words

Summary: Mairon returns to his chambers and the two of take up your agreed upon routine.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 | Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

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Mairon returned late, craving a decent meal.

His latest attempt at his newest creation ended in failure. Master Aulë heaped praise upon another, even when their own offering was pitiful in every sense of the word. Mairon himself was dismissed and told to return to his chambers. Go home, Master Aulë had said. Perhaps resuming with a rested pair of eyes might do you some good, Master Aulë had said.

Mairon cursed under his breath and threw open the door to his rooms, only to slam it shut behind him. Go home. Rest. Let another have their turn.

He will show them, he thought.

He walked straight into his little dining room, pleased to find his place already set and you busy feeding fresh logs into the fire. "Is everything ready?" He asked and pulled out his chair.

"Yes, my lord." Startled by how silently he moved into the room, you rose and dusted the soot off your skirts. "Pray give me a moment. I will bring your meal to you."

Mairon nodded and poured a cup of wine. He made himself comfortable in his seat. He stretched out his legs and sighed contentedly after the first deep sip. The wine was light and sweet as it washed down his throat. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He thought of his newest idea, his failed creation, and cursed again. When you walked in with a laden tray, he turned to face you, pleased by what he saw. There was roast fowl, new potatoes, and bread straight out of the oven. Mairon turned his attention to a small bowl of soup first. His mouth watered.

"What a scent!" he declared and reached for the spoon.

"And the cook has made something special just for you," you said, after placing the last of the dishes before him. "A pie for dessert."

Mairon forgot his cares for a moment and beamed. You dipped in a deep curtsy before taking your customary place a foot behind him, by his right hand. He began to eat, first with the soup, then the bread and roast fowl. Mairon felt a little better. He slowed down and started to savor his meal. Morsel after morsel was heartily consumed. He found himself in a much lighter mood, and a hunger for something other than food soon overcame him.

"I will bathe myself after this," he said without looking over his shoulder. "I suppose I do not have to tell you the rest?"

He did not. While he bathed, you would prepare yourself and then wait for him in his bedroom. It was a routine the two of you both fell into after he called you to his bed, and you willingly answered.

"You do not, my lord," you replied. "I will prepare myself while you are at your bath."

Mairon nodded and went back to eating. You went to and from the kitchen with more of his dinner. Eyes followed you as you went about your duties. The others did not like how Mairon favored you so much. They did not like how he always asked for you. They certainly did not like how he only sought you out for any form of companionship. No one did or said anything, of course. They all feared his rage, but you could feel their judgment hanging thick in the air. You bit your tongue and carried on, knowing they could not go beyond stares anyway.

Mairon finished his meal and took himself to his chambers. Another elf would heat the water and bring it for his bath. You cleared the table before taking yourself to the baths the servants used. The water was warm, and the rooms were silent. It was perfect. You did not wish to feel the eyes of others on you. And you did not want to tarry. Mairon did not like to be kept waiting.

An hour later, he walked into his bedroom and found you by the foot of the bed, dressed in a nightgown he had given you as a gift. The silk was so soft that it felt like water against your skin. And incredibly sheer. The fabric clung to your body and left little to the imagination.

"Beautiful," he observed quietly. Again, you were startled. Mairon did not make a sound when he moved. It was unnerving how swiftly and silently he could walk across any room, no matter the situation. Once, you said he moved like a wraith in the shadows. That made him laugh.

"Not a wraith, my jewel." He had replied. "I am a wolf stalking his prey."

"Am I your prey?" You had asked boldly. That resulted in him giving you a merry chase around his chambers. When he finally caught you and slung you over his shoulder, you had been reduced to fits of hysterical laughter.

Mairon was not laughing now. His golden eyes had grown dark. "Bed," he commanded. "Now."

You did as you were told and slipped beneath the pelts. Mairon removed his boots and stripped off his clothes before coming to bed. He said nothing at first. He was content to lay there with you. It was something he found calming.

"Did the others say anything?" He said at last.

"Nothing, my lord," you replied. Mairon was unconvinced. He had seen the ugly looks and was already less than pleased by the behavior of his attendants. Whom he bedded and shared time with was his concern, never theirs.

"You are not lying to me, yes?" He asked, and propped himself on his elbow. "You will come to me if they do, yes?"

"Yes, my lord," you promised, and smiled. It was rather endearing how protective he became of you. "I will come to you if they do."

"Good," he said, and leaned in.

His breath tasted of mint when his mouth opened over yours. His kiss was soft and gentle now, but that changed when your hand caressed his cheek. A jolt went through him, and he growled softly. Mairon pushed you onto your back, his kiss instantly changing from soft to hungry.

His hand snuck under your gown, cupping your soft flesh while it glided up your leg. Mairon shivered when you slid your arms around his waist, and your fingers traced their way up and down his spine. His mouth was sweet, his lips and tongue soft, even while his kisses were hungry and rough. Mairon found himself at the apex between your thighs. You gasped when skilled fingers toyed with your core, when they glided over your entrance again and again before slowly slipping in. Mairon groaned when he found you already wet.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath and pushed his fingers even deeper inside your cunt. Mairon watched while your back arched and your eyes closed. His thumb grazed your throbbing pearl. The sensation that washed over you was one of pleasurable torment. The sound falling off your lips intoxicated him. He moaned softly when your nail dug into his fana.

"You will be the death of me, my jewel," he swore, even as he continued his ministrations.

"And yet you continue," you reply, and grin wickedly. "My lord."

Mairon narrowed his eyes to thin slats and drew away his hand. "Goading me already?" He hissed before shoving his hand down the front of your gown and ripping it down the center. You slipped out of the ruins of his gift and threw it to the floor, eager for what he planned on doing to you next.

Pleased to find you willing and pliant, Mairon flipped you onto your belly and pulled you to your hands and knees. He sinks his shaft inch by agonizing inch, not stopping until you sheathe all of him completely. Your mouth falls open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Mairon is quick to seize this opportunity. He coils one arm around your waist while the other hand slides up your back. Tapered fingers soon ghost over your lips, demanding entry. Mairon whimpered in ecstasy when your eager tongue swirled around his thumb, and your lips tightened over it. When you drew back, his thumb had grown slick.

"Good girl," he muttered softly, and started a torturous pace. Pain mingled with pleasure when his arm tightened around your waist and his legs moved over yours. Mairon wanted you to stop squirming beneath him. Your arms buckled beneath you when he advanced his free hand over your shoulder and pulled you back against him with each thrust. Mairon kept up with his movements, whispering sweet indecencies when he pulled you back to your hands and leaned into you. His other arm slowly coiled around your waist and kept you steady. The feel of his weight bearing down on your own body made you feel caged to the bed after a fashion, and it felt so good. White-hot pleasure soon unfurled over the breadth of your skin. You whispered his name when he brought about your complete unraveling.

"Such a good little handmaid!" he cooed in delight. "So obedient, so fucking perfect. Just the thought of you like this is enough to make me come."

Your reply died on your tongue when his hand wrapped around your throat. Mairon was gentle, applying enough pressure to restrict your breathing and heighten your growing pleasure. You could not hold back any longer, not when he kept bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers tighten around your throat when your walls grow tighter and tighter around his cock.

"Your release is upon you." He breathed and kissed your neck, his grip on you unyielding. A raw groan escaped his lips when he felt his own release creeping over him. "So is mine. Together then?"

"Yes, my lord," you gasped, moaning even louder when he dug his fingers into your skin, and his rhythm grew frantic and desperate. Every time he filled you now, you could feel shockwaves of bliss coursing through your body. Mairon moaned loud and deep when he spilled his seed, the sounds of his release bringing about yours like a wave crashing over rocks. Your body felt like it had shattered and splintered into a thousand pieces when your orgasm ripped through you. You could not think; you could not even breathe. You felt his weight, his hot breath, and his heaving chest. Mairon finally regained his bearings and opened his eyes. He moved and pulled out of you, collapsing to his side and taking you with him. His arms slipped around you again, holding you close to him.

"Rest, my jewel," he urged while burying his face in your hair. "Stay here with me and rest a little while."

tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @edensrose @wandererindreams

#mairon #mairon smut #mairon x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert request #the silm #the silm imagine #mairon imagine #the silm smut #the silmarilion #the ainur #the maiar #fanfiction #writeblr #💫a world of whimsy writes

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niuniente · 10 days

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Catching up on tumblr and read your post about Sergei Dragunov's message of survival! May I ask what other characters from any fandoms are also acting as messengers for you?

There are so, so many from the past almost 20 years when I started to do this and connect the dots! Some of the characters are still questions marks with their messages but it's part of the fun to patiently figure them out - and, if there's none, then there's none and that's okay.

I'm going to introduce a few ones only so this list won't get too long.

Dante (Devil May Cry) Dante represents a time of transition, when the old isn't here anymore but the new hasn't arrived yet either. This is because he himself is a half-devil, half-human and thus doesn't really belong to either side. This transition is pretty much always something which takes me from old to new in a way that there's no returning back to the old. It's always a positive transition. For example, I started to see him around a lot before a surgery I didn't know I needed but which improved my life's quality afterwards. And, also, 5 months before I knew I was going to apply for a school and get accepted in.

Vergil (Devil May Cry) Vergil is a sort of a newcomer who very rarely appears. His message is a total transformation where the old completely dies and a new phase begins. Like the Phoenix. Where his brother Dante predicts a transformation in some field, Vergil predicts full scale transformation, which is inevitable. Multiple things will change at the same time but this purging is necessary and beneficial.

Hwoarang (Tekken) Hwoarang was a very close "guide" when I was younger. His message is that keep your eyes on the price/goal but don't force it as higher forces are at play, too. Stay humble to know when to step back but don't let the inner fire for your goal and ambitions disappear. The moment of pause is only a moment of pause. This is because Hwoarang goes after whatever the hell he wants, even breaking rules and law, but bring in his master Baek (the higher force) and he immediately knows his place.

Reno (Final Fantasy VII) Reno used to be around a lot more when I was in my twenties, worried about my career and work life. He sometimes appears to kick my ass but I'm happy I need his services a lot less now lol. This is because Reno's message is confidence as you are in a work environment. And ONLY in the work environment! Doesn't matter how you look like, doesn't matter how you are. Just be yourself. You will succeed and find the people who appreciate what you have got to give to your work field. This is Reno's message because despite his attitude, looks and the way he "violates" the workplace dress code, he is still 2nd in command right after his boss.

Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basket) Aomine is bold, 100% confidence with no hesitation, because the only one who can beat Aomine is Aomine himself - according to him. So, why do you stand on your own way, trip your on feet and give up? No one can beat you but you - go for it! Know your worth and give credit to your talents.

Grimmjow (Bleach) Grimmjow is titled as The King in Bleach so he represents ultimate rule over your own life and your own actions. You do you and don't give a shit what others want from you or what they think about you. His message isn't aimed to anything particular but it's more of a call to embody that self-sufficient regal energy, where anyone who crosses your path and says "No you can't" is nothing but a whining bastard. His the "Take No Shit" part from the motto Do No Harm, Take No Shit.

Sergei Dargunov (Tekken) Adding Dragunov here, too, if someone missed the original post. Dragunov represents (and predicts) ultimate survival in an extreme environment where my future - from a logical point of view - is heavily threatened. Like, to that degree that IF things don't work out (soon!), I will not survive. Keep your calm, keep your emotions in check as there's no need to panic, even if the world around you was on fire. The fire will not catch you. This is because when I think about Dragunov, I feel that he will survive anything. Drop an atom bomb over him and he probably just walks away from it with some dust on him, unharmed. Then, he goes to mind his own business and assemble his pink toy tanks. I think that such a notion is a small extra; have some sense of humor, even when the world burns. There are still nice things out there to enjoy of right now.

I'm currently trying to figure out Jessica Rabbit and Fran from FFXII, who has been my faves for a really long time. Most of the guides are men because I'm naturally more comfortable and at ease in masculine energy (a psychic once noted that my energy is, at the moment, more aligned with the divine masculine - one of my current lessons is to turn that to the divine feminine, which is extremely strong on my astrological chart. I just haven't been able to tap into it yet but I'm getting there!)

#ask niu #spiritual

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cuervolyx · 1 month

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🙏 for Eunkyu. XD

🙏- How many violations do they have for the Geneva Convention?

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"Hmm, I don't even know what is on that?" Eunkyu said. He wondered on who in the Military Police may know about it. He then realized that there was no one who could help him unless he wanted to indirectly confess to his crimes. Then he realized who he can ask. He groaned. "I need to ask Hyeonsik, don't I?"

Eunkyu walked to the Deputy Chief's office. The door was closed as usual. He sighed. The faster he does this, the faster he can get away from this man. He put his hand into a fist and raised it. As he got ready to knock, a voice stops him.

"What do you want?"

"Eek! What the fuck?" Eunkyu shouted (and jumped) as he turned around to see Hyeonsik. Hyeonsik didn't make a reaction with Eunkyu's outburst, only telling him to watch his language. Eunkyu hates how sneaky and invisible this man is.

"So, what are you doing here?" Hyeonsik asked. He opened his door and step to the side, signaling Eunkyu to walk in. Eunkyu walked into the office and Hyeonsik did as well. The door was closed. Hyeonsik walked to his desk and sat. Eunkyu walked up to the desk.

"By any chance, do you know about the Geneva convention?" Eunkyu asked. Hyeonsik looked up. Once again, his expressionless face makes it hard for Eunkyu to know if he does or does not. He purses his lips as he waits for a verbal response.

"Of course. You've have quite a record as of right now. Do you want me to read the ones you violated?" Hyeonsik asked. The expressionless face morphed into a smiling face, but it was anything but good. Eunkyu's eye twitched knowing what this smile meant.

"You did as well," Eunkyu hissed. Hyeonsik's smile widened and his eyes narrowed. Eunkyu could feel himself getting angrier, but he knew he needed to keep his calm.

"But this isn't about me. Let me read off the list," he said. He put the paper onto the table. Eunkyu could already see all of the places that his boss had marked.

"Article 8: War Crimes. Paragraph 2 (a) section one and three. Both having to do with either murdering or causing severe bodily harm," Hyeonsik chuckled. Eunkyu rolled his eyes. Of course, he broke those rules! Though, it is nice to know what specific numbers and stuff it is.

"Anything else?"

"Paragraph 2 (b), section eleven: Killing or wounding treacherously individuals belonging to the hostile nation or army. Paragraph 2 (c), section one: Violence to life and person, in particular murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture. Also, Paragrah 2 (e), section nine: Killing or wounding treacherously a combatant adversary."

"So, in total, I committed five war crimes?! How did I break international law five times?" Eunkyu shouted. Hyeonsik out a finger up to his lips to silence him. Eunkyu sighed. Of course, there could be anyone near his office at the moment. At least now he knows what Hyeonsik meant that he could end him if he did not do what he said. Eunkyu is going to need to study on his professor's notes again if he is going to find a way to get rid of the evidence Hyeonsik has on him. Or at least the ones he has on "Haoyu".

Eunkyu's train of thought of interrupted as a manila envelope was raised. Eunkyu looked at his boss. His face went back to its usual blank state. "I have another assignment for you two. Get it completed soon."

"Fuck."

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"I guess that answers the question. Now, I have to grab "Haoyu" and he is not going to be happy."

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I hope I responded to this question accurately. If not, then sorry. Found the information on the United Nations website, so I think I got the right information. Also it was the first thing to pop up when I searched this up. At least now I know how much trouble Eunkyu would be in if he was ever caught.

Thanks for the ask! I look forwards answering the next two questions. Ironically, one question is for Hyeonsik and he already appeared here. So, you can say that there will be more content for this Oc.

Fun fact: I don't like writing out cuss words, but Eunkyu cusses a lot (and is one of two charatcer who cusses). And, it would be weird for me to censor it. You can imagine how shocked everyone was to hear him cuss so much. His family (especially his sister) certainly did not like it.

#ask #ask oc #oc ask #eunkyu #hyeonsik

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guysunderwearstories · 1 year

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Story #23

“Pajama day? What are we, five years old?”

Aaron was disgusted. Not only was his boss making them work all day on a Saturday, but he was trying to insult him and the other employees by making it a “fun pajama day.” This job was supposed to be a part-time thing to put on his resume, but here it was ruining his social life.

“I just thought if we all had to be here on a Saturday, we could all dress comfortably,” said his boss, Vincent. Though Vincent founded the small startup, he looked like he couldn’t be a day over thirty. With an imposing figure and brown hair shaved into a buzz cut, his constant sternness juxtaposed what could only be described as a youthful face. Both his seriousness and his youth described exactly a person that would find pajama day fun.

“Again, since I’m not a toddler, I don’t own any pajamas, so I guess I have to work on a Saturday AND be uncomfortable doing it,” replied Aaron. Brock and Sam, the other two guys his age in the office, nodded emphatically.

“Can you guys bring sweatpants or something?” Vincent was looking flustered.

“Why do we have different rules we have to follow than everyone else?” Brock fake whined. His carefully styled black hair and Egyptian features made him look more like he belonged in a modeling agency than a startup. He, like Aaron, clearly just wanted to push Vincent’s buttons.

“If I’m going to wear pants, I’m not going to wear sweatpants. I’m going to actually commit to the bit,” laughed Sam. Sam had a slight Australian accent, dark hair shaved into a fade, and charming enough looks and personality that no one really noticed that what he said didn’t make a thing of sense.

“Well if you boys don’t wear pajamas, what do you wear to sleep?” inquired Luis. He was the one older man in the office. “I”m genuinely curious,” he said innocently to a clearly exasperated Vincent.

“Boxers,” said Aaron proudly.

“Undies,” said Brock with a grin.

“What kind?” asked Sam. “Panties? Budgie smugglers?”

“Nah, boxers too,” laughed Brock as he gave Sam a punch on the arm.

“This meeting has gone off the rails!” Vincent wasn’t happy about having to work all day Saturday either and all this backtalk wasn’t helping his mood. “If you boys really want to come in Saturday wearing your actual sleepwear, be my guest! Karen is still on maternity leave, so it’s not like anyone is going to mind!” Lisa, who they all called Karen, was the only woman in the office.

“Boo ya!” Aaron, Brock and Sam all high fived each other.

“Not that I think you boys have the balls to do it,” muttered Vincent under his breath.

“Carefully, Vinny, that’s an HR violation,” teased Aaron.

Aaron drove home, his displeasure at working Saturday completely alleviated by the knowledge he could cause havoc at work showing up in his boxers. As soon as Aaron walked in the door, he shed his khakis and waltzed around in his blue boxers with red lobsters on them. If he was going to spend all day in his underwear, he might as well get the practice in now. He plopped down on the couch, but the sudden movement caused a family jewel to plop out the bottom of his underpants, which he hastily readjusted. He frowned. Even if his office was willing to bend the dress code rules tomorrow, there was only so far they’d be willing to go. He got an idea and walked upstairs.

He knocked on his roommate James’ door. James, in the middle of a video game, laughed when he saw Aaron, though it was almost bitter. “Nice outfit,” said James. After all, Aaron was standing there in his plaid button down work shirt and crustacean boxers.

“Well, I have to get used to it don’t I?” laughed Aaron. He quickly filled in James on the events of the day.

“Why are you telling me all this?” asked James.

“Well, while boxers are pretty similar to shorts, there’s always the possibility that something might pop out the bottom,” Aaron grinned. “You would know that if you ever wore boxers.”

James glared at him.

Aaron continued, “I was wondering if you would loan me a pair of briefs I could wear underneath. I don’t own any.”

James looked at you in horror. “Loan you a pair of my underwear?”

“What?” asked Aaron. “You’ve loaned me bathing suits. If you don’t, I’m going to have to go to the store and actually spend money on those things. And I don’t want to encourage any future production of them.”

James scoffed. “Remind me to burn those bathing suits.”

Both boys stared at each other in awkward silence. It was time to address the elephant in the room.

Last weekend, after a breakup with his girlfriend, James drank way too much and somehow ended up filming an Instagram Live at 2 am featuring all his unsuspecting roommates. Only issue was James was in his underwear and all of his roommates were in their various sleeping attire (for the majority of them, their underpants). It’s not that Aaron was embarrassed to be seen in his underwear (he was going to work pantsless tomorrow, after all), but it was the principle of the thing; even if James was drunk, his instincts were try to embarrass his friend.

But even Aaron had to admit that the guys’ retaliation may have gone a bit too far. They picked up a fast asleep James and left him in nothing but his briefs on the porch of their attractive neighbor, June. As James angrily informed them all the morning after, he woke up (quite cold) to a disgusted looking June, clutching her bathrobe tightly to her body and poking him with a broomstick. James merely ran away. He still has never spoken to her and after that he probably never would.

“Listen. It was none of our finest hours,” Aaron said slowly.

“Get out of here. Not doing anything for you after that shit,” snapped James.

Aaron wasn’t too bothered. James had a bit of a temper but he was fiercely loyal to his friends and he knew their “bromance” wasn’t in any danger. But he was slightly annoyed that now he had to go to Walmart to buy briefs, something he has never done.

Aaron walked into the store from his xar. He found a pack of five solid black Gildan that didn’t look to bad (saying “good looking briefs” would have been too much of an oxymoron for him). But $35! He was going to wear them under his briefs one time for a bit at work. That wasn’t worth it.

The store didn’t have a ton of briefs; mainly boxers and boxer briefs lined the shelves. While it inconvenienced him in this moment, the lack of briefs being available to the public did restore his faith in humanity just a little bit.

He involuntarily grimaced as he passed a seven pack of Hanes tighty whities. His housemates Carlos wore them, and as a result in the infamous Instagram Live he looked like a beefy baby. But he did a double take. $15?!? For a pack of 7?!? He couldn’t argue that was a better deal. He found a pack in his size and shrugged. It’s not like anyone would see them. He tried to shake off the feeling that that statement was probably some nasty foreshadowing, almost like something an amateur writer might put in some gay erotica on Tumblr.

When he got home, Aaron went into his room, took off his boxers, and pulled on the tighty whities. He had to laugh at himself. He took off his plaid work shirt and stood there in nothing but the tighty whities. They made him look a loser but he had to admit a pretty well-endowed loser.

He slid back the boxers over them. Nothing was going to pop out now. There were some faintly visible brief lines, but if anyone was going to be staring at his ass that intently they better be buying him dinner first. The Hanes waistband stuck out over the top, but he wasn’t worried, as he’d be wearing a shirt tomorrow.

His phone buzzed from inside his discarded pants. He picked it up to see a text from James.

JAMES: Sorry for being a dick.

AARON: All good. Was kind of a dick too. Can you drive me to work tomorrow lol. Eli is borrowing my car.

JAMES: Sure. Text me a time.

Aaron smiled. James really was loyal to a fault.

The next day, Aaron woke up and got “dressed” for work. He pulled on the white briefs, a pair of white boxers with red polka dots (the funniest pair he owned), and a white wifebeater tank top. Socks and sneakers completed the outfit. He didn’t even put on a coat, as he wanted everyone in the office to take in his grand entrance.

Aaron and and James walked to James’s car. They carried two large boxes of bags of potato chips. As the least senior employee, Aaron had also been charged with bringing snacks to get them through this awful Saturday workday.

James parked the car. Aaron stopped him.

“Let me carry in the boxes with you.”

“Oh please,” Aaron brushed him off. “I got it.”

“Seriously.” James looked at him. “I was mad about one person seeing me in my underwear but I put you online. I feel bad. Let me help you out. Not like you can carry in both boxes those scrawny arms anyway.”

“Fuck off,” laughed Aaron. The two guys got out of the car, bragged boxes, and started walking towards the office.

As Aaron opened the door, he heard the crunch of potato chips as James threw his box to the floor. He gripped the waistband of Aaron’s boxers and pushed him forward with all his strength. Fuck. James must actually have been stronger than him, because his boxers ripped clean off. He landed on the office floor in full view of his coworkers, wearing nothing but white socks, black sneakers, the white tank top, and the Hanes tighty whities.

“I didn’t know you brought white ones!” cackled James. He ran out the door. Aaron heard snickering coming from every guy in the office. He took a couple seconds to recover from the shock before standing up. He started to run for James, but felt Vincent’s hands on his shoulders.

“You wanted to wear your actual sleepwear to work, and now that you showed up like this, you actually have to work.” Vincent looked stern and aggressive at the same time. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.

“I don’t actually wear these,” sputtered Aaron. “I was-“

“What do you mean you don’t actually wear them, you’re wearing them right now,” said Vincent. The whole office, still listening intently to the conversation, erupted in laughter.

Most of the office opted for Vincent’s sweatpants idea. A handful of guys wore flannel pajama pants. Brock and Sam were the only two in boxers. Brock opted for a basketball jersey and some Yankee boxers. Sam wore a faded fraternity t-shirt and some dark green boxers with light green shamrocks on them. As Aaron sat at his desk in shame, the two guys walked up to him.

“Was that your boyfriend who dropped you off?” teased Brock.

“Shut up.” Aaron was fuming.

“I didn’t think guys actually wore those outside of cartoons, but good for you for being different.” It seemed like Sam was trying to be nice. In his own special way. “Kind of weird to wear them to work though.”

Brock started, “Yea I can kind of see the outline of your-“. Aaron slapped a folder in front of crotch. He was humiliated. He hadn’t worn briefs since the age of six and now at the age of 23 he had the spend the entire workday in them. This was the stuff of nightmares.

All day long, people came over to take peeks of him and chuckle. He would keep trying to cover himself with things but everyone would just take them away. He was pretty sure he saw Brock filming a Tik Tok.

Luis walked over to him. He just wore his normal work clothes.

“Now people used to wear briefs but I thought that went out of fashion years ago,” he said to Aaron.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Aaron’s patience was waning.

“Listen here you little shit.” Luis, usually jovial, was not messing around. He opened up a pair of potato chips to reveal nothing but dust. “I am not going to take any crap from some loser who wears tighty whities to work.”

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askcamilenull · 3 months

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Beginning Part 1 (and Rules/Boundaries)

If not for the simple fact that he could literally feel the poison atmosphere in his lungs, Jack would have suspected the informants information to be faulty at best. he had chosen this city to lay low in for a reason after all. Anything that was likely to be after his head at this time wasn't likely to be able to breathe in this atmosphere at the same time.

Or at least not anything that had been alive here in the past 10,000 years or so.

so why Did it look like a girl fresh out of a college party had passed out on this rotting apartment couch?

It was hard to tell if she was dead or simply sleeping by just looking at her. it didn't look like her chest was rising or falling anyways. Even if she was dead then it looked like she died yesterday. this wasn't the kind of atmosphere that would have preserved a dead body either, not from everything he'd seen so far.

and her face, well, it was beyond preserved. it was… well it wasn't hard to look at. She looked at peace and youthful with short, almost fluffy, blue hair. And her clothing was unmistakably Earthling attire. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she gotten here.

His hand twitched at his side. Should he… should he see if he could find a pulse?

He reached out a hand slowly to her, reaching for her own hand. part of him hoped she would wake up just from this contact but no such luck.

Her hand was cold.

He swallowed but willed himself to focus, feeling her wrist.

Nothing.

Sighing, he got back up abandoning her hand, albeit gently.

It was a shame, as much as he wanted to lay low, he admitted he could have used the company.

He wandered into the kitchen to give himself some space from the girl, when he stopped up short. marking the entrance to what was left of the kitchen was a pile of wood that he supposed to be a counter, riddled with holes.

But that wasn't what stopped him.

Rather it was what was on top of it

Unmarked by time was a light blue cup, filled with a clear, bubbling liquid and covered completely on the outside by condensation.

Forget the girl's appearance, this was fresh, there was no doubt about it.

He reached out towards it to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating. He even gave the liquid a sniff. It smelled like some off-brand soda, but ordinary nonetheless

Before he could even form any theories, footsteps cracked up from behind him, and he turned to see the girl upright and rubbing at one of her eyes like she had just been crashing at a friend's apartment for the weekend.

They stared at each other for a few moments before she winked.

“Heya, handsome! Ya mind handing me my drink?”

Then her eye fell out.

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Warning: This will contain body horror and dismemberment of a kind as you've seen in the introduction... Camile has a hard time... holding herself together. If that's something that will bother you, I completely understand.

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pillbug-armor · 3 months

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Professor x Student slow burn

8k words

summary: When Professor Jonathan Holbrook meets his new TA, Emma Morgan, he is struck by her magnetic, charming personality. Before long, he finds himself drawn to her in ways that violate every rule of professionalism in the book. When they find themselves alone in his office after a long semester together, Jonathan finds that his resolve is not as unbreakable as he would hope...

cw: age difference (legal), prof-student relationship, protected seggsual activity, p in v, unequal power dynamics

original characters, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

this is a pretty slow burn, with full consent from both characters bc i think it's important also find it really hot. Also has a bit of a softer feel, the characters like each other a lot/have a relationship outside of the seggs. hope you like it, bc i had a great time writing it! also if you are a compsci nerd this one goes out ya'll bc holbrook is a data science professor haha

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The first day of a semester was always simmering with energy. Professor Jonathan Holbrook was still getting used to the fact that it was his job to capture and direct the attention of an entire lecture hall full of early twenty-somethings.

He looked at the clock on his computer screen: 9:26 AM. In four minutes, he wouldn’t be Jonathan, the newly 30 year old man who had struggled to drag himself out of bed two hours earlier with a sore neck. He would be Professor Holbrook, sharp, alert, assertive, ready to share his passion for data science with approximately 250 people who may or may not feel the same.

Absent-mindedly, he tipped his chair back and forth, bracing one foot against the podium from which he’d soon be delivering an icebreaking personal introduction.

“Professor Holbrook?”

With a slight jerk, he righted his chair. A student was standing in front of him.

Shaking her hand, he replied, “Yes, that’s me.”

Her grip was as firm and assured as her voice. She smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Emma. Emma Morgan. I’m your TA for this semester.”

“Emma! It’s great to finally put a face to your name. Would you want to sit up here? Or would you rather sit with the students?” He noticed that she had curly brown hair and freckles, neither of which had been apparent in her tiny email profile photo.

She turned to look out at the lecture hall. “I think I’d like to sit with the students. I mean, I feel more like a student than anything else.” The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she walked over to a seat in the front row and set her backpack down.

Jonathan nodded, then glanced at his laptop again. 9:29 AM. He turned back towards Emma, who was looking at him with a slight furrow in her brow.

“You ready for the semester, Emma?”

Her face relaxed, and her brown eyes met his. “Ready as I can be, I guess.”

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“Hey, Professor Holbrook”.

Jonathan looked up from the email he had been typing. “Hi Emma. You don’t have to call me Professor Holbrook, by the way. You can just call me Jonathan.”

Shrugging her backpack off her shoulders, she replied, “If you say so. Where do you want me to sit?” In the current emptiness of his office, her purple and blue striped shirt was the only pop of color.

Hastily, he reached out and pulled a chair up next to his own. “Here’s fine. And would you mind closing the door before you sit down?”

She shut the door gently, sat down, and turned to face him, legs crossed at the ankle. He pushed up his sleeves and turned to grab his planner. As he was about to ask Emma how her morning was going, he noticed her gaze had settled on his forearm.

Almost as quickly as he’d noticed, she flicked her eyes back up at him. Her mouth opened slightly, soundlessly, before she said, “Sorry. Uh, I like your tattoos. Is that a parakeet?”

“Yeah, it’s a blue winged parakeet. I had one as a kid and it was my favorite pet of all time.”

She smiled, crossed her arms, then uncrossed them and set them in her lap. She ran a hand through her hair, then said, “That’s cool. Birds are my favorite animals.” For a second longer, she held his gaze, then she looked down, waiting for him to continue.

Her nervousness was making him slightly nervous as well. He laughed politely, then said, “So anyways. Let me give you the rundown of how recitation is going to work. Then, we can discuss when you’d like to have your office hours, and anything else you have questions about.”

This first weekly meeting went by smoothly. Jonathan found that he did most of the talking; Emma rarely interrupted him to ask questions. She took notes in a somewhat battered, plain notebook, writing unhurriedly. Her hands were delicate, nails perfectly painted a light shade of pink.

As their meeting came to a close, Jonathan said, “Do you have any questions for me?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She paused, then said, “Do you have any for me?”

He thought for a brief moment. “How has your first week back on campus been, Emma?”

She blinked at him, then said “Good. I mean senior year is going to be super busy, but I’m really glad that I get to see all my friends all the time.”

He replied, “Well, that’s good. I’m thankful to have you as a TA. You seem very organized and on top of it.”

At this, she laughed. “Don’t be fooled by the notebook, Jonathan.” He found himself smiling as she said, “I actually have no idea what’s on most of these pages”.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checked the time, then said, “I have to go to my next class. I’ll see you in lecture tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

She stood, threw her backpack over one shoulder, then turned and walked into the hallway.

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“Aaaaand voila. Ok, if you’ve been following along, you’ll see that the output of this function should match the correlation coefficient given in the answer key.”

By now, a month into the semester, Jonathan had eased back into the swing of lecturing. He felt he’d established a good rapport with his students; a decent number of them even showed up to office hours.

He hit the Enter key to run the code cell he’d just written, only to be shown a red “error” message. A murmur broke out through the lecture hall.

He sighed, then said, “Don’t panic guys, this is only the 8th time this has happened this week.” He scrolled to the top of the cell, combing through the lines to find his mistake.

“Jonathan.”

He looked up, and saw that Emma had raised her hand. “What’s up?”

She grinned mischievously, then said, “You spelled “scipy” wrong at the top. Like where you include the libraries.”

He made a show of scrolling very slowly back to the top of the cell, and saw that she was correct.

The students laughed, and he laughed with them. He raised his hands in defeat and said, “I’m a computer guy, not an English major.”

As the noise died down, Emma said, “You do know that “python” starts with “p-y” right? Not “p-i.”

He shot back, “Emma. You double indented like 7 lines in a for loop last week and you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with your code.” As he spoke, he moved to the front of the podium so he was standing in front of her.

In mock outrage, she put a hand on her chest. “That’s because I was using your stupid new IDE that runs on GitHub Copilot”.

As he stepped closer to her chair, she bent her neck to look up at him. He looked directly into her eyes and said, “Let us know when you’re ready to leave the stone age and join us in 2023.”

He was acutely aware that everyone in the classroom was looking at them, as their banter had become a regular occurrence in every lecture.

She raised a hand to the side of her neck and took a breath in. He saw the rise and fall of her chest, the way her hand brushed the smooth, soft, skin of her jaw.

After a beat, she extended her hand towards him. He stepped even closer to her, and grasped her hand in his. He swore he could feel her pulse in her fingers.

She shook his hand, then said, “I’ll send a smoke signal to your iPhone.”

He grinned as the class laughed, and stepped back behind the podium. As he continued on with his lecture, his gaze kept falling on Emma, and the soft smile that never left her face.

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8:30 AM was too early to be on campus by any metric. Yawning unabashedly, Jonathan walked towards the undergraduate lounge, the only room with an espresso machine in the engineering building. He couldn’t wait for a shot of raw caffeine to jolt him awake.

When he pulled open the door, he was surprised to see Emma there, sitting on the sofa, laptop perched on one thigh.

She looked up at him briefly. “Hey.”

He blinked. “What are you doing here so early?”

Her fingers brushed the touchpad of her machine as she said, “I have interview grading downstairs in like 20 minutes, and I figured I’d get here a bit early to add some final comments to my code.”

Jonathan leaned one hand against the table, then said, “What’s the project?”

She grimaced, then replied, “It’s an optimization lab.”

“Hmm.” He thought for a second. “Want me to take a look at it?”

“Sure,” Emma said.

At the same time that he moved to sit on the couch, she stood to place her laptop on the table. Jonathan froze. Emma was still, both hands clutching her laptop, eyes shifting to the side. After a beat, he said, “Let’s just sit on the couch, you were already there anyways.”

Nodding, she sat back down. He took a seat next to her.

Without looking at him, she went back to scrolling. She brushed a few curls away from her face as she explained her code to him.

As Jonathan gave his feedback, he noticed, for the first time, the light brown, almost shimmery hair on her forearms, and that she had a thin gold chain around her neck, the small pendant resting against the junction of her collarbone and her throat. Her white sneakers were scuffed, and she had purple ankle socks on. Suddenly, he was very aware that his thighs were only a few inches away from hers, and that he could see the outline, the shape of her crossed legs through her blue jeans.

He folded his hands in his lap, looked over at Emma, and asked her why she had written a particular line of code with recursion instead of a loop.

She smiled and nodded, pointing at the line of code he’d referred to. She had a perfect cupid’s bow, and her teeth were rounded and had slight gaps in between them.

Jonathan’s mouth felt dry. He cleared his throat and said, “I think you’ll be fine. There are a couple places where a little restructuring could make the code run even faster, but honestly at that point it’s diminishing returns, you know?”

Emma’s gaze met his, and he was momentarily struck by the warmth in her brown eyes, despite the tired, purplish shadow that lay beneath each one. She yawned, and Jonathan almost looked away, but he didn’t, instead noticing the way her head tipped back, exposing the skin under her jaw, the way her tongue rested against her bottom teeth.

She closed her laptop and slid it into her backpack. Jonathan blinked, feeling like some charge in the air had just vanished.

“Thanks for the feedback, Jonathan. I appreciate you taking the time to help me out.”

He nodded, and said, “Anytime. You can always Slack me if you have questions about this kind of thing.”

She got up, and moved so she was standing directly in front of him. His knees were directly across from hers. she said, “I’ll let you know how interview grading goes. See you later, in lecture.”

“Sounds good,” He replied. She left the room, and for a few seconds, Jonathan stayed on the couch, not moving.

He couldn’t believe that he’d thought to himself that, if he’d just reached out, he could have slid his hands under her t-shirt and onto the soft curves of her waist, and pulled her down until she was sitting on his lap.

Uneasily, he looked around. Nobody was there. He took a deep breath. It wasn’t as if people could see his thoughts anyways.

It was going to be fine. It was just a fleeting thought, and, of course, Emma was beautiful. Anyone could see that. He was sure his mind wouldn’t betray him like that again.

He got up, made his espresso, and went back to his office.

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As the next few weeks went by, Jonathan was starting to think that maybe he should request a different TA for the next semester. Emma was extremely helpful to him, always attentive to student’s questions in lecture, always completing tasks he asked of her on time. She was never late to a weekly meeting, and she was smart and funny to boot.

But. Ever since running into her that early morning in the undergraduate lounge, his thoughts had become more and more intrusive. Rationally, he knew that the more he tried not to think them, the more they would take over his mind, but he couldn’t help it. Some kind of floodgate had opened, and he was powerless to stop the contents of his imagination from bursting through.

During lecture, they bantered and conversed as usual in front of the class, and he was starting to feel like the student’s eyes were too much. Surely, every time he spoke to Emma, every time he walked out from behind the podium to stand in front of her seat, they could see that he was drawn to her like a magnet. Surely they could see that his eyes flickered to her lips, her hands, the delicate lines of her chest visible through her clothes. Surely they had noticed that he smiled every time she smiled, that he was inventing excuses to tease her and get her attention as he spoke.

Emma was a student, a good student. It was completely unfair to her that his wayward thoughts threatened the professionalism of their interactions.

But he couldn’t help it. When they had their weekly meetings, where it was just the two of them in his office behind a closed door for 30 whole minutes, he was overtaken by thoughts of what they could be doing instead of discussing curricular materials. He felt like he was gripping onto a mask of normalcy, struggling not to let even a hint of these imaginings show on his face when she was there.

But when she left, and the door to his office closed, he would lean back in his chair, and his mind’s eye would open, hungry for something he could never see. He had given up trying to restrain it.

He could see himself asking her how she was doing, how she was really doing. She would sigh and tell him that senior year was stressful, that she was struggling to figure out her next steps post undergrad. He would place his hands on hers, tell her that she had nothing to worry about, that she was so smart and capable that he was sure she would find her way. She would look into his eyes, the warm, melty brown color blooming in his vision, and she would incline her head towards his. He would lean in, breathe in the clean scent of her skin, brush his lips against her jaw, her neck, lace his fingers through the soft curls of her hair. He could see her breath quickening, her eyes closing, her fingers tightening their grip on his. He could hear the way she would try not to make a sound.

He could make her feel so good, he knew he could. He knew his hands could wrap around her waist, support the weight of her body if he held her close. He wondered what she had experienced in the past, if anyone else had touched and caressed and kissed and tasted her in the ways that he couldn’t stop imagining.

He also knew that none of this could or would happen. It was probably in their best interest that he found a new TA for the next semester. He dreaded having to tell Emma this, knowing that she couldn’t know the true reason for his request. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he knew it was the right thing to do.

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The last day of the semester before winter break had arrived. All day, Jonathan had been helping to run the fall undergraduate showcase, where top students from various engineering disciplines displayed projects that they had worked on this year in class. Some highlights had been a web app that summarized terms and conditions, a working smartwatch prototype meant to help remind people to take medications, and a 3d printed fully articulating human hand with working motors that could theoretically be modified into a prosthetic limb.

He checked his phone. 9:00pm. All that was left to do was fold up the last few tables and chairs, put them to the side of the engineering lobby for the cleaning crew to put into storage, and then finally, he could go home for the night.

“Hey, is there anything else you need help with?” Emma’s voice brought his attention back to the tasks at hand.

“If you just wanna fold up those chairs over there and put them on that rack over there, that would be great.”

He watched her walk away. For a second, he braced his forehead with his fingertips, and suppressed a sigh.

He still hadn’t told Emma that he was going to be requesting a new TA for the upcoming semester. At this point, he was going to have to send her an email over break. Maybe it was better that way. Simple and quick. Impersonal. Professional.

Even now, he had to measure his actions around her. It was starting to become unbearable, being near her and being unable to give substance to the thoughts that had been plaguing him.

Another faculty member caught his eye and waved. “I’m gonna head out. Have a good break!”

He smiled tersely and waved back. His eyes surveyed the lobby, and he found that it had been tidied up satisfactorily.

“Emma.” He called her name. She turned to look at him. “I think we’re good on cleanup. You wanna come up to my office with me to grab your stuff?”

She nodded. “Sure. It’s getting late.”

Side by side, they walked down a long hallway, footsteps echoing in the emptiness. After climbing a stairwell and turning a corner, Jonathan rummaged in his pocket for a key, unlocked the door to his office, and flicked on a light switch.

He grabbed a couple notebooks off his desk and put them on a shelf, then looked over at Emma, who was blinking at the sudden onslaught of bright light. She pulled a jacket out of her bag and started putting it on.

“Do you have a way of getting home? It’s getting cold out there.”

Emma responded, “Yeah, the bus runs for another hour, so I should be good. Thanks for asking.”

He nodded, surveying his office for any other things that might need to be stored away during break.

“Jonathan?”

He paused. Emma stood, leaning on his desk, arms crossed. Her curly hair fell loose around her shoulders, slightly frizzy from rubbing against her jacket.

“Yes?”

Emma moistened her lips with her tongue, then swallowed. Jonathan tried not to look at the way her throat bobbed up and down.

“Thanks for having me as a TA. I had a lot of fun working with you this semester.”

She was staring into his eyes. She smiled at him, and he felt like he was going to lose his mind. Continuing on, she said, “Also, I appreciate you helping me out with looking for internships and stuff like that. And for giving me advice on projects. Seriously, you didn’t have to take the time to do all that. I really…I really felt like you were looking out for me.”

Against his will, Jonathan took a step forward, closing a good portion of the distance between them. She was now standing between him and the desk, neck craned slightly up to meet his gaze.

He chose his next words carefully. “You’re a good…person, Emma. You really helped me out a lot this semester. I’m thankful to have had you as my TA.”

Emma swallowed again. Her eyes hadn’t left his, not even for a second. She uncrossed her arms, and gripped the edge of the desk with her hands.

He added, “If you ever need help with anything else, Emma, you can always email me. Or Slack me. I’ll be here.”

She blinked up at him, and nodded her head. “I appreciate that, Jonathan. You’ve helped me out a lot too.” He saw that her knuckles had tightened on the desk.

His heart dropped. Oh no. He’d failed. Somehow she knew all the wildly inappropriate thoughts that had passed through his brain for the better part of the semester. He was finished.

But then, he saw something else. A pink flush had begun to creep up her neck. For a beat, he didn’t say anything. He felt like if he looked at her any longer he was going to go blind.

After a moment, he said, “Emma. Are you ok?”

She let go of the desk with one hand, and pressed it against her neck, trying and failing to cover up the redness that was now flushing into her cheeks. “Yeah. Sorry. Yeah I’m fine. I’m just…I’m just tired.”

“You should probably go home, Emma. Get some rest. It’s been a long semester and a long day.” He couldn’t believe that he was taking a step closer to her, even as he said this. He didn’t know if he’d ever stood this close to her. He didn’t know what in the world was possessing him to act like this. Every rational fiber of his being was screaming at him to step away from her, to let her go.

Emma looked down at her shoes, then crossed one leg over the other, one hip jutting out as she shifted her weight. For an agonizing second, she didn’t say anything.

Jonathan’s heart was starting to race. She was going to report him. She was going to tell someone that he shouldn’t be a professor at this school any more.

Without looking at him, she mumbled. “The bus doesn’t get here for another 20 minutes. Maybe I could wait in here?”

No. She couldn’t wait in here. If she stayed in here, in his office, in this empty building where everyone else had gone home for break, his final thread of rationality and self control was going to snap.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. I mean, you can also probably just wait in the lobby. I mean, not that I need you to leave. Like I can wait with you. If you want. In the lobby. Or here. Whatever makes you more comfortable.” Christ, this was bad. He sounded nothing like the grown, adult professor that he had to be while he was on this campus.

She leveled his gaze with her gorgeous, endlessly alluring brown eyes. “I’ll just wait here.”

He stared at her. Her cheeks were fully flushed pink now, and he suddenly noticed that her breathing had become measured, as if she was struggling to exert control over it.

This wasn’t happening. This was definitely happening. This couldn’t be happening.

Slowly, slowly, he leaned towards her. He was easily almost a foot taller than she was, so he had to bend down quite a bit. He put his hands on the desk, one on each side of her. Without touching her at all, he moved his head until his mouth was a breath away from her jawbone.

Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. She inhaled, and he swore he could see her pulse jumping in her neck.

Into her ear, he said. “Emma.”

At the sound of his voice, she exhaled deeply. She said, in a voice lower than he’d ever heard her use. “Professor Holbrook.”

He hovered there, still holding himself back from fully closing the space between them. For a second, there was no sound in his office but their breathing.

Jonathan knew at that moment that it was over. He was absolutely powerless to stop whatever happened next. He’d spent months resisting, fighting himself off, just for it all to end like this.

Softly, he pressed his lips to Emma’s ear. She shivered, but made no motion to move away from him. Into the warmth of her skin he said slowly, “You should just call me Jonathan.”

She let go of the desk and placed her hand on his exposed forearm, onto the tattoo of a parakeet that she’d commented on all those months ago. He felt her fingers land on his skin with every single nerve that he had. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Emma. Are you alright?”

She turned to look at him, their noses inches apart. She nodded, fingers stroking over his arm softly, eyes searching his face.

“Good” He rasped. He lifted a hand and cupped the side of her face, bending her head slightly away from him to expose the flushed skin of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed once more, and she sighed softly. She placed her hand on top of his, lightly encouraging him to hold her. He bent his head down and kissed her right beneath the ear, firmly and slowly, savoring the way her breathing had become ragged and uncontrolled. As he pressed into her slightly with his tongue, fingers nestled in her curly hair, she softened, leaning into his touch fluidly. Jonathan’s mind had completely fogged over, and he was aware of nothing but the feeling of her skin, the heat now radiating off of her.

She moved to unzip her jacket, and he helped her shrug it off her shoulders, letting it land unceremoniously on the floor. She jumped up so she was sitting on the desk, and he knelt carefully in front of her. Her hands were resting on her thighs; he grabbed them and placed them onto his shoulders. They felt warm even through his shirt, and Jonathan was remembering the sheer number of times he’d imagined her perfectly painted nails dragging against his skin. The upper part of her chest was exposed by her sweater, and he leaned in and kissed his way down her sternum, breathing in the vibrations in her chest as she gasped. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, and he had to stifle a groan. He nudged her knees apart with one elbow, and moved forward so she was bracing her inner thighs on either side of his torso. Placing a hand on each of her hips, right where her jeans met the curve of her narrow waist, Jonathan reverently pulled her body closer to his, relishing the feeling of her hips pressing up against him.

As he moved his mouth lower down her chest, she squeezed her legs tighter around him. Her breathing deepened, he could see the haphazard rise and fall of her shoulders. He wanted to feel more of her skin, more of her warmth. He slid his hands up under her sweater, fingers splaying against the smooth muscles of her back.

Emma moaned softly, and Jonathan stopped, resting the side of his face against her stomach.

“Jonathan.” He looked up at her face, and saw that her mouth was slightly open, her skin starting to dampen slightly with a light sheen of sweat.

“Yes, Emma?”

She started to say something, but then slowly moved her hands onto his forearms instead. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled his hands up higher, so that her sweater slid up against her body, exposing her navel and the lower part of her ribcage. Her skin was beautiful, rosy and smooth and soft to the touch.

Jonathan couldn’t hold back. He stood, gently pressing on her with his hands so she reclined onto his desk. She looked into his eyes as she laid back, searching his face. Her legs were still on either side of him as he bent over her, pressing slow, methodical kisses onto her stomach, her ribcage, where her bra concealed the lower curve of her small breasts.

Her hips lifted against his thighs, and tension pooled in his lower stomach. He felt himself hardening against the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d felt like this, so single mindedly focused on the task at hand.

He pulled her sweater up, over her head, and off her body. She was perfect, every bit as perfect as he’d imagined her to be. Her jeans hung loosely off her hips, her shoulders were sloped and elegant and curved perfectly into her neck, and he could see the peaks of small nipples nudging at the gray cotton fabric of her bra. One of them was intersected by a horizontal barbell. Jonathan felt a surge of heat course through him, upon finding out that his TA had had someone run a needle and metal jewelry through such a sensitive and hidden part of her body.

He grabbed her by the waist and moved her farther up onto the table. He brushed the sides of her ribcage with his thumbs, and he pressed his mouth to the upper curve of her breast. A small sound escaped her throat.

“Is this okay, Emma?”

She nodded soundlessly. He knew it was in fact not okay, that he was breaking every single rule about student-faculty relations he could think of. But he didn’t care, he couldn’t care. Deftly, he pressed his tongue onto her nipple, wetting the thin fabric covering it. She jerked against him, and a moan left her lips. She traced her hands up to his head from his shoulders, fingers pulling slightly at his hair. The sensation shot through him and settled low into his hips, and he sucked in a breath. Without thinking, he surged forwards, pressing himself into her, and she responded by arching her back up off the desk. The thought that she could feel his length, that his stiffness felt as good to her as her softness did to him, made his pulse race.

Jonathan reached up to cup her small breast; it rested perfectly in his hand. He used the pad of his thumb to brush lightly over her nipple, and he felt it harden at his touch. The color was high in her cheeks now, and her face had an expression that he’d only ever seen deep in the recesses of his mind. He hooked his thumb under the elastic band of her bra and pulled it up, fingers pressing soft dents into her skin. She was beautiful, her nipples perfectly round and a warm shade of light pink, accented by the gold barbell she had chosen. Even here, she had a light dusting of freckles on her skin.

She tightened her grip on him, knees pressing into his sides urgently. He looked up at her, locking onto her brown eyes. Her lashes fluttered gently, and her eyes fell closed. Carefully, gently, he took her nipple into his mouth, softly licking the tip of it with the flat of his tongue. The hard metal jewelry clicked against his teeth, and he tugged at it ever so slightly.

Emma moaned, loudly, breath quickening. Encouraged by the sound, his hand softly stroked the bare skin of her other breast. Jonathan was coming undone, and he needed to feel more of her. His own desire was a white hot flash burning through him, filling him with need. He pulled her bra up over her head, and the sight of her naked torso spread all across his desk gave him pause. She really was perfect, and he couldn’t believe he was touching her like this, making her feel things she maybe hadn’t had the chance to feel before.

He continued for a few minutes, sucking gently on her nipple at first, then gradually harder. He relished the textural contrast between her velvety skin and the smooth, hard jewelry. He slid his hands under her back, tracing them up and down, feeling every contour and curve. At this point, she was no longer silent. Every sound that escaped her went straight through him, eating away at whatever shred of his restraint might have remained.

When her hips started to jerk up, pressing into him involuntarily, he moved his hands down to the waistband of her jeans. He asked, “Emma. Do you want me to take these off?”

She sat up, and his hands stilled. Gently, he grasped her shoulders, bending down so he matched her eye level.

He tried to slow his breathing as he waited for her to respond. After a beat she said, “I don’t know if we should.”

Immediately, he pulled back. “Of course, you’re right. Here, let me-”

She cut him off. “But also, it’s my senior year.”

Slightly dumbfounded, Jonathan just looked at her. A small, earnest smile was creeping its way onto her face.

Her gaze darted down to the zipper area of his pants, then back up to meet his eyes. Jonathan found himself feeling a bit exposed, which did nothing to remedy the situation that had caught her eye.

Emma spoke again. “I feel like…I’ve had a lot of fun getting to know you this semester, Jonathan. I think you’re a cool person. You’re really good at your job, you’re smart, you’ve been looking out for me. I guess, you know, whatever happens next, I still just want to keep having fun getting to know you.”

She was complimenting him. Genuinely complimenting him while she was sitting on his desk with no top on. His brain felt like it was going to explode.

After a pause, she took a breath and continued. “I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything. Like for real, nobody is going to find out about this. If you’d rather stop that’s ok too but to be honest, I’m having fun.” She let out a laugh. “Jonathan, you have to know, you’re the hot professor. I feel kinda dumb saying this, but everyone says it. You - you’re gorgeous. During our first meeting in this office I felt like I couldn’t even look at you because you’re so…you know. And now I’m back here again and-” She laughed again, and he found himself smiling too. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Jonathan was at a loss for words. Finally, he gathered his thoughts enough to say, “Thank you. For the compliments, I mean. I really appreciate everything you said. And Emma, you have to know too, you’re beautiful. Everything about you-” He stopped and leaned forwards, placing his hands on her waist. She looked up at him, head tilted to the side.

“Do you remember that morning when I helped you with your optimization lab?” Her eyes widened, and she nodded. He continued, “After you left the room, I thought to myself-” He hesitated. Was it a good idea to tell her?

Her brown eyes were so lucid, and he decided he didn’t care if it was a good idea or not. He wanted her to know how much she turned him on.

Her inner thighs were pressing against him. He cupped a hand around the back of her head, lacing his fingers into her hair. Her breathing hitched. He said, “I thought to myself that I should have put my hands up your shirt and pulled you down onto my lap.”

While tugging slightly on her hair, he traced his other hand up until his it brushed over her pierced nipple. A small sound escaped her throat, and she shuddered. Back and forth, he delicately smoothed his thumb over the tight bud until a pink flush was blooming across her chest and neck. After pressing a kiss to her jaw, he said, “I’ve been thinking about you ever since. Every time we had lecture, every time we had a meeting, I was picturing you like this.” He took in the sight of her, brown hair cascading over her shoulders, the perfect line of her spine, the slight protruding curve of her exposed lower belly, and he felt his heartbeat pick up again.

She reached out a hand and grasped the front of his shirt. All she said was, “Take this off.”

And at that, the next several minutes were lost to a haze of flurried movement and agonizing sensation. His shirt disappeared, flung to some random spot on the floor. Her hands haphazardly explored his skin, and he was hyperaware of the way her nails dragged lightly against him. Her breasts pressed into him as he drew her close, and the warmth between her legs surrounded him deliciously. His pants were starting to feel like a lid screwed too tightly onto a jar.

He moved his hands to the top button of her jeans, and paused to look into her eyes. She nodded at him, chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm.

He unbuttoned and unzipped, then hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down. She rocked her hips so he could get them off, and then Emma was sitting on his desk in nothing but a pair of blue cotton panties.

She started to lie back on the desk, but he braced a hand against her back to stop her. “Sit. I want to see your face when I put my fingers inside of you.”

Her mouth dropped open slightly, and a blush rose into her cheeks. Jonathan couldn’t believe how turned on he was. He wanted to wind Emma up until she was tight like a coiled spring.

He pressed the palm of his hand between her legs, closing his eyes as he felt the damp heat through the thin fabric.

For a second, he rested there, before saying, “Emma, if you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Immediately she shook her head.

“You want me to keep going?”

She nodded.

“Say yes.”

In a slightly choked voice, she said, “Yes.”

He pushed the fabric of her underwear to the side with his fingers. Her smooth folds were slick already. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed a finger into her warm depths.

She moaned, and clutched at his arm. Encouraged, he slid his finger out almost all the way, then pressed it back in, repeating the motion methodically. As he did so, He watched Emma's eyebrows furrowing, her lips parting and wrapping around broken, uncontrolled sounds, her hips rocking forward to meet his thrusts.

When he felt her relax around him, he pressed another finger inside her. He lightly drew his thumb across her clit, and her muscles clenched.

“Ah! Jonathan-”

He bent forward to press kisses into her neck. “Yes?”

Her breathing was ragged. “Jonathan, you-you feel-”

He pressed the flat of his tongue onto her nipple, dragging wetness across her skin. He sucked on it before pulling away to say, “What? What do I feel like?”

Her hips rocked forwards, as if of their own accord. He flexed his fingers inside her, reaching for the spot in her lower belly that he knew would drive her crazy.

She gasped, and he felt her tighten around him, drawing him in. “Oh my god, Jonathan. What-? how did you-? nngh-”

He flexed his fingers again, marveling at how sensitive she was, how she responded so willingly to his touch. “Tell me how you feel, ” he said hoarsely.

“Your hand. I can’t-I feel like-ah!” Her sentence was cut short as he started drawing gentle, tight circles around her clit with his thumb. With a little more force than before, he thrust his fingers into her again.

“Emma? I didn’t quite catch that.” She opened her eyes to look at him, and he saw a glow in her dark eyes that would be seared into his brain for quite some time.

“You’re- you’re teasing me. You feel like-” She breathed in sharply as he sank his fingers into her once more.

He grinned, and said, “Well, if you won’t tell me what I feel like, I’ll tell you what you feel like.” He was in a rhythm now, steadily moving in and out of her, relishing the friction between the pads of his fingers against her walls. “You’re so, so warm. And wet, and I can feel how tight you are.” The only response he got was her breathing, the sound of her starting to lose control.

With his arm, he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk so he could sink his fingers into her even deeper.

“Agh! Ah, nngh-” Her voice was strained beyond the formation of clear words.

Gently, he pressed his thumb to her swollen clit. He felt her clench inside of him, and he knew she was close to coming undone.

Suddenly, Emma reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping the motion of his hand. After taking a moment to steady her breathing, she said, “Wait a second. Wait- I don’t-I don’t want to come yet.”

Jonathan, with his fingers still inside her, pressed a kiss directly onto her pierced nipple. “No?”

“Oh-Jonathan, hang on. Do you have condoms in your office?”

He looked at her. Matter of factly, he said, “Yeah, I do. In my bag.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, urgently. Her curls were starting to frizz up, and her skin shone under the fluorescent lights. She squeezed his wrist, and said, “Do you think-do you think we could use one?”

It was all Jonathan could do not to moan out loud as a wave of lust crashed into him. As if aware of the possibility of release, his dick became almost unbearably hard against the stiff zipper of his pants.

Gently, he withdrew his fingers from inside Emma’s body, watching as her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted at the sensation. He looked into her eyes and said, “Yes. Anything you want.”

She smiled, and for a moment that was all Jonathan could see. He reached for his bag under the desk, and rummaged around in the innermost pocket.

He pulled out a foil wrapped square, then said, “Do you want to do it? Or should I?”

Almost primly, Emma crossed her legs at the ankle. “I want you to do it.”

Jonathan’s head felt like it was full of electric current, waves of energy humming and building up in a dizzying way. A whole semester of restraint, and it was all coming down to this.

He unbuttoned the waistband of his pants, pulled down the zipper. The faint sound of the teeth separating was drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. He pulled his pants down just past his hips.

His boxer briefs provided only scant separation between him and Emma now. He paused, and saw that Emma was looking directly at the outline of his dick against the tight fabric.

He stepped close to her, closing the space between them. Sometimes, he had lamented the fact that his desk was a bit too high, even for a tall man like himself.

But in this moment, when he saw how their hips aligned perfectly, he was glad he’d never asked to switch it out.

She looked up into his eyes, chin tilting up to reveal the satin skin of her neck. As he bent down to kiss her throat, he pulled her forwards so that her legs splayed on either side of him, and their hips pressed together tightly.

As soon as her wet, warm center met his cock, every coherent thought he may have had evaporated from his mind. Even through two layers of fabric, the feeling of her against him had him harder than he had been in a long, long time. Having her fully pressed against him, flush against his body, was better than anything he had imagined. His eyes closed, and he let out a groan.

Emma placed a hand on his chest, and used the other one to brace herself on the desk. Without warning, she rolled her hips forward.

Jonathan suppressed a moan. “Emma-you can’t-”

She rocked her hips into him again. “Why not?”

The friction increased the pressure in his lower stomach to a boiling point, and he was struggling to control his breathing.

He growled, low and deep in his throat and placed his hands on the soft curves of her pelvis right where the edge of her panties were. His thumbs pressed soft divots into her skin, and he said, “Do you want me to open the condom or not?”

She was leaning into him; his torso was the only thing keeping her from falling off the edge of the desk. Her skin was so soft and smooth against his, her curves felt exquisite under his hands.

“Open it, Jonathan. I’m not doing anything to stop you.” The huskiness in her voice was hot and velvety in his ears.

He picked the condom up off the desk, tore it open, and hastily discarded the wrapper. He pulled down the waistband of his underwear, finally freeing his erection from the close-fitting fabric. Carefully, he rolled the condom on, trying not to let the sensation of his own fingers push him closer to the edge.

When it was properly in place, he nestled himself back in between her legs. With one hand, he pushed her underwear to the side, dipping his fingers into her once more. She moaned out loud, and he said, “Are you ready?”

She leaned forwards into him, and said, “Yes. Do it.”

He couldn’t believe that Emma, his ever reliable and diligent TA, was now almost naked sitting on his desk, legs splayed apart, looking at him with an almost feral expression, ready to take him inside. He was never going to be able to look at her again without imagining this in agonizing detail.

He placed a hand at the base of his cock and slowly guided it towards her entrance. The head met her folds, and he pushed forwards into her carefully.

She was so, so warm, and wet, and soft and pliable all at once. He groaned and said, "Emma, you're unbelievable. I can't believe how tight you feel." He pressed into her halfway, and then withdrew.

Her face had an indescribable expression on it, she looked like she was atmospheres away from the reality of where she was.

“Do you want the whole thing?” Jonathan needed to hear her say it.

“Yes. All of it. Put the whole thing inside me.” She was almost panting as the words fell out of her, eyes half lidded in bliss.

Jonathan didn’t hold back, he couldn’t. He thrust himself into her, until he was buried inside all the way.

“Oh my god. Jonathan-”

He pulled out, and thrust into her again. Already, the pressure inside him was building to a dangerous level. Having her wrapped around him was a feeling more delectable than anything he could remember.

“Your voice sounds so pretty when you say my name, Emma.”

He placed his hands under her ass, so he could lift her off the desk slightly. The change in angle sent him in even deeper. Trying to maintain control, he entered her with a slow, methodical rhythm, making sure he was hitting the most tender spot rooted deep inside her, where he knew the pressure of his cock filling her would send shockwaves through her system.

With each thrust, he could feel her response deep within her body. Each gasp, each breath that escaped her went straight from his ears to the pool of heat coiling up low in his hips.

“Jonathan, this feels amazing. I can’t even-I feel like I’m on another planet.”

Despite everything, Jonathan laughed. He couldn’t string together a response, but he was charmed by her candidness.

The slickness inside her was destabilizing; it was taking everything Jonathan had to stay in control. He felt himself teetering on a precipice, but he knew Emma wasn’t quite there yet.

He stilled momentarily to gather himself, knowing that if he kept going he wasn’t going to be able to last. While buried inside her, he leaned down and spoke into her ear, lips brushing against her skin. “Will you come for me, Emma? Can you do that?”

She arched her back in response, tilting him deeper into her. She turned her head, nose brushing his cheek. Breathily, she said, “I-I want to. Yes.”

He put his hands on her lower back, hugging her close. She was rocking her hips into his every thrust, and he could feel how much he filled her up, how her innermost muscles caressed and squeezed him from all sides.

When Jonathan felt like he couldn’t possibly inch himself closer to the edge, her hands came up to clutch at his chest. With her head thrown back, she took in a sharp breath. Urgently, she said, “Jonathan, I’m gonna-I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Jonathan-nnngh. Oh!”

Feeling his own release building, he pressed into her insistently, feeling her warm walls surrounding him tightly with each thrust.

The weight of her body resting on his hips, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the uncontrolled sounds coming out of her mouth, her inner thighs squeezing him, it became too much all at once.

Months worth of tension, of sleepless nights and afternoons spent alone in his office, of listening to Emma’s bright laughter and looking at her soft smile burst forth as Jonathan came, hard. As his release rippled through him, he felt the muscles in her core clenching down on him forcefully, with abandon. Her body rolled and arched against him, and the pressure and warmth enveloping every inch of him shattered his inhibition. He groaned at the intensity of the uncontained raw energy that crackled through every nerve ending on his body.

Once all the waves had flowed away and calmed, he pulled out of her. At a loss for words, he just stared at her face as she stared at his.

Finally, after a protracted silence, she said, “That was crazy.”

Jonathan nodded. He felt like crazy was probably an understatement when it came to describing whatever the hell had just happened.

Gently, he grasped both of her hands in his. “Are you ok?”

She grinned at him. “Yeah. Yeah I’m great.” Leaning forward, she rested her forehead on his chest. “Thanks for being such a good professor. And thanks for…this.”

He nodded, unsure of exactly what to say. He reached behind her to trace small circles on her back with his fingers.

After he felt fully grounded in reality again, he stepped back. The fluorescent lights were harsh, draining his surroundings of color, and the breeze from the air conditioning in his office felt slightly grating against his skin. Gently, he said, “It’s getting late, Emma. You should probably get going.”

He picked up her jeans from where they had landed on the ground, and handed them to her.

Wordlessly, the two of them got dressed, covering up all the parts of themselves that had been so close only a few minutes before.

Once they were both put back together, Emma slung her backpack onto one shoulder and moved towards the door of his office. She hovered there for a second, and then said, “Have a good break, Jonathan. See you next semester?”

He nodded. “See you next semester.”

She smiled softly, one corner of her mouth curving up more than the other. As she gripped the door handle, Jonathan said, “Emma?”

She turned to face him. “Yeah?”

“Get home safe. “

For a second, she just looked at him. Then, quietly, she said, “I will.”

She walked into the dark hallway, and the door fell closed behind her.

Jonathan was alone in his office once more.

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Subject: Next Semester

Emma,

Due to personal reasons, I have made the decision to choose a different person to TA for DATA1450 next semester. Please do not take this as an indication of any shortcomings regarding your character or performance. You were an excellent TA and a joy to interact with during lecture and meetings. I am more than happy to be a reference should you need a professional recommendation for other job opportunities on or off campus.

I wish you the best during your final semester. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to email or Slack me, and my office door is always open if you would like to meet in person.

Have a great rest of your break, a happy holiday season, and a happy new year.

Keep in touch,

Jonathan Holbrook, Ph.D

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winniethewife · 2 months

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Outcaste (Din Dijarin x OC)

Shiny

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 987

warnings: Aggressive making out, Alcohol consumption.

They had spent the evening in the Razor crest, sharing a bottle of something strong. Althea seems to have held her own for a while but she was good and drunk now.

“You're a very shiny man.” she says to him one eye open and her hand holding her face up as she looks at him with a big stupid grin on her face. “All that Bhaskar is very, nice and shiny.” She looks into her reflection in his helmet. “Shiny man.” Din, having managed to have a few too many chuckled at her as he looked down at her.

“Why thanks so are you” He replied to her in a soft and slurred voice “Very…very…well put together” He grinned at her, not thinking about how she couldn’t see him. As he had noticed her starting to look into his helmet to catch her reflection, he wasn’t used to seeing such silly sides of her on their hunts

“I make an attempt. It's easy to look pretty when you have genes like mine. I come from a long line of.... Pretty people.” She says slurring her speech “But like how is it that I never get to see your face cause the helmet oath shit. But you're still too handsome. What's up with that?” She's really drunk. She would never say these things if she had any inhibition left. He chuckled

“This is the way, its how my clan keeps to the old ways” he explained to her avoiding the complement all together.

“Well I'm not going to judge you for that. But it's... Kinda hard for something like... Kissing you. She says slowly trying to say it without slurring and failing miserably. She takes his hand and pulls him into her their foreheads touch. His face flushed in his helmet, her hot skin touching the cold Bhaskar. Din thought about pulling away but, this was nice. “So wait the creed says I can't see your face, but it didn't say anything about blindfolds...” She smirks at him blushing lightly at her idea.

“What are you suggesting?” he said as he looked right back at her, as he did he could see her Sapphire eyes looking back at his through the visor of his helmet. “Are you implying that you…”

“I'm saying… You can stay within the rules of the creed but still kiss me.... If you want to kiss me” she hesitates wondering if he even feels the same way. Din Hesitates but nods. She found her pack and pulled out a bit of fabric and she tied it around her eyes.

“There, I can't see, you won't violate your precious code.” She teased but her heart was racing. This was a test of trust. What would he do? He chuckled softly, he looked down at her and smiled, he really did love the silly side of her that seemed to always be hidden but right now this other side to Althea seemed to shine and it was…everything.

Alright, give me your hand" He said as he stuck out his free hand to her. She reaches out waving her hand looking for his. As she finds it she intertwines her fingers with his and pulls him closer using her other hand to steady herself on the wall of the Razor Crest.

“Now what?” She asks softly, although blindfolded she looks up to him. She's sobering up quickly but she doesn't want to stop her heart beating loudly. Din slowly reached to his helmet. He slowly slid off his helmet and pulled it off his head and onto the floor as he looked down at her with a nervous smile. Her heart is still racing, her lips quiver with anticipation. For a moment he just stood there looking down at her. He felt his cheeks start to warm up, but he didn’t seem to mind too much as he took a step forwards and leaned in so their lips were a hair apart

“Are you sure about this?” he asked her softly

“Very” she replies, as soon as she said it he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her softly. It's soft and sweet. It's everything she had hoped it would be. She may not be allowed to see his face but this was fine. This was perfect. She let herself melt into him. Trusting him completely. Din could feel his heart start to beat a little quicker as the kiss continued. It felt like everything seemed to stop around them, it was just them sharing a simple but sweet and romantic moment. He continued to kiss her on the lips, closing his eyes and kissing her as he put his hands on the sides of her head softly. She wraps her arms around his neck and lets him take control of the kiss, He leans her against the wall, She’s pulling him closer, her knee gently pressed between his legs. Inviting his hands to wander. He closed his eyes and continued to kiss her as his hands started to wander over her back. One of his hands went back and caressed her hair as his other hand left her back and started to drift down towards her waist and onto her hip She let out a soft moan at his touch, his gloved hand exploring her curves. She was excited, her blood pumping and her heart races. She takes her hand and gently caresses his face, learning it by touch. He brought one of his gloved fingers to her chin and slowly moved his finger across her face while their mouths were still connected, tracing his finger down to her neck as his other hand stayed placed on her hip caressing her gently. She shutters at such an intimate touch, breaking the kiss to gasp for air, but she didn't want it to stop. She was easily becoming addicted to the drug that was Din Djarin.

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catgirl-catboy · 2 years

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I hate kids, but if I ever hypothetically had any, here are the internet safety rules I (bitchy compsci major) would have for them.

- You are allowed to have social media as soon as you would like. However, you are either lurking or having a private account until you are 16. Perhaps earlier, depending on the website in question and how mature I deem you.

- You are not allowed to give out your name, age, or location to people online for as long as you are under my roof. Do not post pictures of yourself online. If you must post pictures online at all, remove the metadata. If I am able to find your ‘secret’ tiktok account, so can future employers.

- You will not come to me with a computer problem unless you’ve already tried and failed to fix it yourself.

- I do not care if you watch adult content, but never actively comment or partake in said adult content in a way that can be traced back to you. Watching porn is absolutely fine. Commenting on it is not.

- If your computer ever gets a virus, the two of us will have a nonjudgemental talk about how this happened and how we can work together to prevent it.

- I’ll get you a phone (and case.) when you are thirteen if I am able to do so. I’ll get you a second phone three years after that. If you want a newer model/would like a broken screen fixed, that is coming out of your allowance, unless I deem the problem not your fault.

- You will not be using public wifi without a VPN, which I will pay for. Please use that too if you are doing any piracy.

- I won’t actively stalk or follow your social media accounts, but I will give them a quick scrollthrough once every couple of months. If I see you posting shit that concerns me, I’ll have an open and honest chat with ya.

- You aren’t getting your news exclusively through social media if I can help it!

- I’ll politely inquire about your internet friends from time to time. If I hear something that concerns me, I’ll ask you not to talk to them about certian things and maybe investigate their public socials to make sure I am understanding correctly. If I hear something really messed up about them (Nazi, Terf, etc.), I will ask for you to stop talking with them.

- If my kid repeatedly violates these rules without good reason, I will come up with stricter ones.

#parenting #cybersecurity #internet security

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reikeip · 2 years

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Crossroad ♱ Curse 2

Location: Student Council Room

Keito: ...Kanzaki. I hope you’re not here just to perform some comedy act. I do have some minor business to attend to, and I’d like to head home soon.

Souma: Ay, I again apologize that I was rude. Would it business thou dost wish to speak, ‘tis still my wish that you behold this sword.

Keito: I don't mind looking. But I'm not an antique’s dealer, I can't judge or appraise its value for you.

Souma: I see. That is surprising. I would expect thee to possess extensive knowledge.

In any case, not only is my wish that thou wouldst look at this, but also look after it as well. A few days ago thou didst scold me, and so did I re-examine the school regulations thoroughly.

I’ve read that if one does carry unwanted items within the school, they will be given a strict warning, and the item be confiscated.

Thus, I ask to entrust thee with the care of this sword.

When I tried to give it to a teacher he was badly frightened and cried, "Eep, please don't kill me!” So, I decided to bring it to the student council.

I cannot allow my beloved katana into another person’s hands, so in exchange I bestow this wakizashi… I propose we come to an agreement, wherein I forfeit this sword for the time being.

Keito: Even if I accepted this sword, I would be troubled finding a place to store it… Kanzaki, you are a sincere person. In today’s Yumenosaki Academy, I doubt there are many people who actually took a look at the school regulations.

Souma: Hasumi-dono. There is nothing that would make me willing to work on the side of injustice. I am full sorry that I follow now society nor anyone else. It seems we’ve a different set of values.

But would it were possible, I’d like to become closer and be friendly with them.

I desire not to bother anyone, so would I infringe upon any rule I would thus resign myself to the fitting punishment.

Howe’er. I pray thee, do not confiscate my beloved katana. I brought this wakizashi in its place…

My katana has been passed down through generations, so that it were taken would bring disgrace to my family.

Verily, I do not jest with you; my parents would have me commit seppuku.

Keito: Is that so… Well, I don’t know much about your family’s cheerful customs, but I think I get the gist. In that case, I’ll keep the katana.

But I’ll tell you now, I’m only holding onto it. After you earnestly repent and change your ways, I’ll give it back.

Souma: Oh, I humbly thank you! My tachi and this wakizashi are siblings, so they may grow lonely when separated. It is possible that they shall cry softly in the dead of night.

Keito: Don’t say such unsettling things. ...Well, you'd best watch yourself from here on out. Violating the Firearms Act is a serious crime, and I’d prefer if there were no arrests at our school.

Souma: Fufu. Thou say’st that out of concern for me, Hasumi-dono.

Worry not, the government hath authorized the Kanzaki clan to carry katanas. Lo, my license ♪

Keito: Even if you have your driver’s license, you can’t drive a car down hospital and school corridors. There’s a TPO for everything, you know.

Souma: Fufu. The phrase “tee-pee-oh” puzzles me, but I’ll take it to heart ♪

Keito: Right. Then, you may leave, Kanzaki, but do take care with your behavior. You don’t want people lumping you in with those idiot delinquents, right?

You may carry a sword around, but I know you’re an upright student.

Souma: Fufu. Thou art the only one to say that to me, Hasumi-dono.

Well then, I’ll excuse myself. Would I do anything strange again, may you reprimand me without remorse… Hasumi-dono ♪

Location: School's Main Gate

Keito: (Phew… Suddenly I’m worn out. What in the world is up with that guy?)

(There has to be a limit on how much this feels like a period drama. But it doesn’t feel like he’s forcing a character on himself either, so maybe his nature is just that of a samurai’s.)

(If he was produced properly, he may grow into a rather interesting idol.)

(But the current Yumenosaki Academy is not an environment where people can capitalize on their individuality, nor hone their skills and make the most of their natural talents.)

(Idol work has been reduced to a dead letter; they're merely a formality nowadays, what with how you can be so careless and still reap the same rewards.)

(The school can survive feeding off its past legacy for now, but it’s clear that the overall result will be that it withers, and dies.)

(But before that time comes, Eichi and I will perform some fundamental improvements… We’ll raise a revolution.)

(...Or something, but it’s easy for me to spout stuff like that. The reality is, the journey ahead is grim.)

(But that’s alright, we’ll take it a step at a time. With every word written you advance, and eventually it’ll become a completed story.)

(We’ll give it our best shot, so we can conclude our tale with the words “happily ever after.”)

(Luckily, we have reinforcements. As for teachers, the freshly appointed Kunugi-sensei was sympathetic to our student council, and became its advisor.)

(To become steady, we must sufficiently increase our sphere of influence.)

(Sakuma-san’s being non-cooperative, and Eichi’s hospitalized… There’s a limit to what I can achieve all on my own.)

(If only there was someone reliable, an accomplice I could take up with full confidence.)

Kuro: Ey, you there… Uh, the young master.

Keito: …? You’re Kiryuu Kuro, are you not? What do you want with me?

By the way, my name is not young master, it’s Hasumi Keito.

Kuro: Kate-o, huh… Hm, that’s some girly name.

Keito: Are you picking a fight with me?

Kuro: Haha. If I got into a fight with ya, it’d be more like pickin’ one someone who’s half my size.

But anyway, quit being so threatenin’. We sang together at that underground livehouse just the other day, y’know.

Keito: ? You were there too?

(Come to think of it, I think I did see him on our way to the underground livehouse.)

(And the fact that he was “hanging out” there… I guess the rumors turned out to be true, that guy’s a delinquent.)

Kuro: Haha. Well I can’t blame ya for not noticin’, that place had a big ass crowd.

Dunno how Sakuma brought everyone under control like that, ain’t no way I could’ve done it.

Keito: But, you probably could’ve pulled off something close enough. Threaten them in a deep voice, something like “You lot, get in gear or I’ll beat the life outta ya!”, and then the place would settle down real fast.

I’ve heard some rumors about you. That you’re the pride of your hometown, esteemed for your fighting skills. What’s someone like you doing, enrolling in an idol training school?

Kuro: What? Are ya saying delinquents aren’t allowed to wanna be idols?

Keito: ...No, I’m not.

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Two Worlds Collided & They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Chapter 8: High Emotions

The battle on Mount Natagumo is finally over and the group is taken to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters and Butterfly Mansion.

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"Hey, can you even hear me? Come on, get up! Are you going to sleep all day ? Wake the hell up, will ya?!"

Tanjiro's eyes shoot open at the voice, gasping as he startles awake, his gaze falling upon an impressive-looking group of people that stand before him. He's face down on the ground, his hands tied behind his back.

"I heard he was a demon slayer with a demon in tow, so I was expecting someone with more flair. But it's just some ordinary-looking kid? Too bad.." a man with white hair and a jeweled headband sighs.

"We must see that this boy is put on trial to be judged!"

His eyes are wide as he takes in their appearances, confusion laced in his voice. "What— Who are you people?"

A man shoves his head back down and tells him to keep his mouth closed unless asked to speak, as he was in the presence of the Hashira—the most powerful swordsmen in the Corps. He grimaces, his jaw aching as it's pressed into the hard ground. His eyes dart around all of them, trying to figure out who they are and where he is, but he has no idea. He doesn't recognize anyone here.

"Before we begin the trial," a woman with dark, purple-tipped hair looks at him, "why don't you explain the crime you have been accused of—"

"There is no need for a trial! Protecting a demon is a clear violation! We can deal with this on our own. We shall execute them both!"

Execute them? His breath catches in his throat as he turns his head around, realizing Nezuko wasn't here. They continue to speak about what to do with him and his sister, while the guy who pushed him down tries to get his attention, but he's only focused on finding her. Where was she?! As he scans the area, he also realizes that none of his friends are to be seen anywhere, causing him to panic more as he quickly sits up and tries to call out for them.

"Never mind the boy. What will we do with Tomioka?" A man with different colored eyes and a snake coiled around his neck speaks, pointing behind Tanjiro. "Seeing him standing there without any restraints is making me feel ill. Based on what Kocho told us, he's just as guilty for breaking corps rules. What do you have to say for yourself, Tomioka?"

Tanjiro turns his head around to see Giyuu Tomioka, standing alone and completely unbothered. He was the man who had found Tanjiro and Nezuko after their family was slaughtered that fateful day.

Giyuu had intended to slay Nezuko but Tanjiro had fought him off as best as he could. He could tell she wasn't human anymore but what Tanjiro had told him intrigued him—surprisingly enough to stop him from carrying out his orders. Although turned very recently, she was in a deep sleep and had yet to wake up, let alone harm anyone. He wasn't too convinced that she wouldn't wake up though and try to attack someone, but he couldn't deny how strange it was for a newly turned demon to be asleep, instead of hunting humans to try to satiate their new appetite.

As soon as someone was turned, they were filled with an overwhelming bloodlust and would attack anyone without any hesitation, going on a rampage of sorts. They couldn't be reasoned with, they were no longer the person they used to be. All they could think about was spilling blood, taking as many human lives as they could. They were absolutely restless. Demons—especially new ones—did not sleep.

But her aura was different from other demons.

He quietly listened to the boy plead with him to save his sister, thousands of thoughts running through his mind before he had made a decision.

He slowly walked to the boy with his sword still drawn, watching his eyes fill with panic and grief at the thought of his sister being taken away from him as well. But there would be no more bloodshed that day, as Tomioka had calmly put his blade back in its halter and kneeled before the boy. He told him to find a man on a mountain, by the name of Sakonji Urokodaki, and that he had sent them.

There, Tanjiro would be taken in and trained to become a fellow demon slayer. He had spent two years on that mountain, training under the careful—grueling—care of Urokodaki everyday to become stronger, in order to join the Demon Slayer Corps. He's grateful for what Tomioka and Urokodaki have done. He has become stronger, and he still has a lot to learn, but he's determined to keep improving and do what he promised to do. Their decisions to give him and Nezuko a chance weren't going to be regretted!

"Oh, I think it's fine. He did come here without resisting, so let's come up with a penalty later," the dark-haired woman suggests. "What I'm more interested in is hearing this boy's story. He's been traveling with a demon alongside him, despite being a demon slayer himself. I wish to hear why and hear it straight from the boy's mouth. What he's done is unquestionably against the demon slayer corps rules." She turns her gaze to Tanjiro, a small smile on her lips that doesn't reach her eyes but there's no malice behind it. "You are aware of that, aren't you?"

He's at a loss for words. He does know... but how could he explain to them that he broke the rules because the demon was sister, and that he would protect her at all costs despite that fact? How could he convince them that she was not a threat when there really wasn't any proof? Would they believe him if he said she had been sleeping for the last two years and has never attacked anyone? That she had just woken up and actually saved him while fighting one of the Twelve Kizuki? It was only one time but he knew Nezuko better than anyone, she wouldn't harm anyone, even as a demon. But they didn't know that and they wanted answers now.

All he could do was try to tell them the absolute truth as he knows it, and hope that they would believe him.

"She's my— She's my young—"

He coughs, finding it hard to speak as his throat is incredibly dry and his jaw is aching, sore from the fight and being pushed into the ground. The woman brings a bottle out, popping the cap off as she crouches in front of him.

"Looks like you need some water..." She offers the bottle to him, holding it up to his parted lips as he eagerly swallows the refreshing liquid. "I can tell you've injured your jaw, so please drink slowly."

The coolness washes down his unbearably dry throat and soothes him, but there's a numbing sensation slowly working its way up to his jaw and makes his tongue feel a little heavy. He pulls away after a couple more generous gulps and gasps for air, lightly panting. It was a little hard to drink for some reason, that weird numbing effect making it harder to control his mouth, which he strangely couldn't feel much anymore. Some water dribbles down his chin, falling onto his knee as he's unable to wipe it away, not that he really noticed anyways.

"I added an anesthetic to the water to help," she explains, seeing the confusion in his eyes as she kindly wipes his chin. "Are you ready to tell us your story now, Tanjiro?"

He closes his mouth and eyes, keeping his head down as he gathers himself. His mouth still feels weird, so he isn't sure how well he'll be able to talk but the numbing is slowly going away as well as the pain, so he tries speaking again.

"That demon.. is my little sister. My family was attacked by a demon while I was gone, and I lost almost everyone..." His words are a little slow as he tries not to slur them, making sure everyone would be able to understand him. "My sister was turned into a demon... but she's never hurt anyone. She never has and never will!"

They all listen intently, some actually looking surprised, even sad, while others appear unaffected. The man sitting in the tree waggles his finger and tells him that what he's saying is absurd and he can't trust a single word coming from him. Another man holds his hands together in prayer, wrapped in beads, tears falling from his eyes as he suggests that they end their lives, freeing them from this cursed existence.

"Please listen to me," Tanjiro begs, "I became a swordsman in hopes of finding a cure for her! It has been two whole years since Nezuko has become a demon! She's never devoured anyone in that time!"

"Your storytelling is lacking any vibrant sparks of color! 'She hasn't devoured anyone, and she's not going to,' If you're going to plead your case at least spice it up a bit!" the man with the headband tsks, shaking his head with a bored expression.

A woman with pink hair bashfully calls all of the attention to her. "Excuse me, something about this concerns me. I find it hard to believe the master would be unaware of this situation." The man with the head band grunts thoughtfully in acknowledgment, as she had a good point. "I don't think we should act without his permission. Maybe it's best if we wait until he arrives..."

"Let my sister fight by my side! I know she can fight by my side to protect humans, so please—"

"Well, well, what kind of fun do we have brewing here?" Everyone goes quiet at the new voice and turns to find a man, covered in scars, a vitriolic smirk on his face as he stares at Tanjiro. He's holding Nezuko's box up in one hand and Tanjiro feels only a brief moment of relief before the man continues speaking. "Are you the moron who brought a demon with you? What the hell do you think you're trying to pull here, exactly?"

"Shinazugawa, please don't act out of line..." the dark-haired woman adjures, no longer smiling.

He ignores her as he continues to stare Tanjiro down. "Wanna run that by me again, kid? 'She can fight as a demon slayer to protect humans,' was that it?"

The man brandishes his sword and Tanjiro gasps as he then thrusts it into the box, piercing Nezuko, some of her blood splattering out as she grunts in pain. He couldn't just sit there and watch as this man hurt her so he instantly jumps up to his feet, even with his hands still tied behind his back, eyes blown wide and jaw clenched as he faces him with an angry glare.

"Anyone who harms my sister answers to me! I don't give a damn if you're one of the Hashira!"

The man just chuckles at him and slowly twists the blade before yanking it out, causing Nezuko to cry out again, and then carelessly flicks the blade to remove the blood dripping down it. Tanjiro yells and the others try to stop him but he was not going to let the man get away with that—no way in hell!

He dashes forward, anger pushing him past the pain he felt earlier, and leaps into the air as the man swings his sword at him. The man wasn't expecting such speed or determination from him though, he had underestimated Tanjiro, and it led to him being left vulnerable for a split second. That split second was all Tanjiro needed to rear his head back and slam it forward with more force than he's ever used before, knocking the man down to the ground and he drops the box as well as his sword.

The man groans and doesn't move as he lays there and Tanjiro quickly gets back up to guard the box holding Nezuko. "If you can't tell the difference between good demons and bad ones, then you shouldn't be a Hashira!"

There's a few quiet giggles heard as the woman with pink hair covers her mouth, quickly apologizing as she tries to contain them. The other Hashira look on with varying looks, none too discernible, they're able to hide what they're thinking fairly well. And Tomioka's expression is easy to miss, but if anyone had looked closely he seemed almost proud, with the slightest quirk of a smile.

The man slowly pushes himself up, grabbing his sword as he grunts. "Damn you. You no-good, little... I'll destroy you—"

"The master of the mansion.. has returned."

Everyone freezes and turns towards the mansion, where two younger girls stand, another figure slowly approaching from the dark.

"My beloved children... I thank you for coming here this day." The master stands in the shadows, waiting as the girls grab onto his hand and arm to lead him further out where everyone may see him. He appears calm and smiles gently as he steps into the sunlight, taking a slow and deep breath of the fresh air. It's quiet except for birds chirping and the gentle blow of wind, rustling the leaves of the trees. "Good morning to you all. The weather is strikingly nice today. Perhaps with a blue sky? Finding ourselves here at the semiannual gathering with all the same faces, it brings me joy."

Tanjiro notices he appears wounded, half his face is covered by a pinkish lesion but it doesn't look like any normal wound. No, then he's sick, maybe? His head is quickly shoved down and he has no time to react as the side of his face hits the hard ground again, his cheek squished up. The man who he had headbutted keeps him down but does nothing more. That's when he notices everyone has gotten in line and were bowing down respectfully in the presence of the master.

The man releases his hold and joins the others, lowering his head. "I am pleased to see you in good health as well, master. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune."

"I thank you, Sanemi."

"If I may, master, before we start this meeting.. would you kindly enlighten us about this young swordsman, right here, who appears to have been accompanied by a demon?"

'He didn't seem to have any social graces before... but now he's speaking so formally?!'

"But of course, I apologize for any confusion. Tanjiro and Nezuko have both been sanctioned," he informs. "I would appreciate it if you'd all accept this condition."

A series of disapproval is met by the master's request, minus a few who had no qualms either way or just did not voice their opinion. The master listens to those who speak out against it, letting them finish speaking their minds before he has one of the girls bring out a letter. She unfolds the piece of paper carefully, waiting a few seconds until she speaks.

"A former Hashira, Mr. Urokodaki, sent us this letter with a request. I shall read to you an abridged version...

'I ask you to allow Tanjiro and his sister to accompany each other. She has a resilient mental fortitude, allowing her to not lose her human reason. Over two years I have watched, and not once has she harmed a person, for she has been in a deep sleep. She is not to be compared to other demons. Although the situation sounds outlandish, I believe she is different and capable of fighting the demonic side while she sleeps in order to retain her humanity. I had also taken upon myself to speak to her subconscious self, convincing her that all humans are family, in hopes to help strengthen her own will. I told her to protect them. In the event that Nezuko does wake up and assault another human being, myself, as well as Tanjiro Kamado and Giyuu Tomioko, will atone by committing seppuku.'"

Tanjiro's eyes start watering, emotions swirling within him. Mr. Urokodaki and Tomioko were willing to put their lives on the line for him and his sister... they truly believed in them.

"Who cares how they choose to end their lives?! Fire, hanging, it's all the same! It doesn't guarantee our safety!" Sanemi lashes out.

"Shinazugawa is right! If she kills a human, we can't turn back the clock. That person will be lost forever!" A man with flaming hair agrees.

"You do have a point," the master acknowledges, "we can't guarantee that she won't attack humans—we can't prove it. That said... we also cannot be certain she will attack humans. What we do know is she has been abstinent for over two years, and there are three people who would vouch for her with their lives. If this evidence is rejected, one must offer in turn an even more convincing argument."

Sanemi sputters but remains quiet as well as the other Hashira.

"Also, there is another thing I'd like to relay to you all. Tanjiro has met Kibutsuji once, face to face."

They all gasp and share wild looks.

"That's impossible! Not even a Hashira has ever crossed paths with him!" The man in the headband quickly faces Tanjiro. "Did you, really? What did he look like? What are his powers?! Where did you see him?"

Sanemi grabs Tanjiro's hair and starts shaking his head around, ignoring his little grunts of pain. "What was Kibutsuji doing?! Did you find his stronghold?! Answer me!"

"Shut up! I asked him first! Come on, tell us what powers he has!"

The master brings a finger up and places it silently over his lips and they all quiet down once again. "Speaking of that man, we know he has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. While his goal may simply be to silence him, now that he has finally revealed himself, I wish to seize on this opportunity. I believe something is happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming... do you agree with me now?"

"I cannot! Asking us to house a demon, after all we've been through, the brethren we've lost—it's unacceptable!" Sanemi brings his blade up and slices his own arm. "Hear me, master, the depravity of a demon! I will prove it to you, here and now!"

He brings the box over and stands on it with one foot, holding his bleeding arm above it. The blood falls and splats on the surface as he antagonizes the demon—Nezuko—trying to get her to attack him. Tanjiro struggles on the ground as he then picks up the box and throws it into the mansion where it's shaded, using his sword to pierce into the box again and again.

"STOP IT!!!"

The man with the weird eyes holds Tanjiro down, preventing him from moving or breathing very well. He's helpless to watch as Shinazugawa throws the box door open and kicks it over, Nezuko rolling out and grunting. She slowly stands, growling softly with drool dripping from her mouth. Her fangs are bared and her eyes are narrowed, pupils barely visible as she stares at the man in front of her.

Nezuko's hands are clenched together, squeezing so tightly she's making herself bleed and he just chuckles as he waits for her to make a move. Tanjiro can't stand this, he has to do something! He grunts as he uses all his strength to push his tied arms apart, snapping the ropes and releasing him. The man holding him down is caught off guard and Tomioko grabs his arm, letting Tanjiro get up and run over to the steps of the mansion. The man glares but Tomioka ignores him, keeping his eyes straight ahead as he watches the scene unfold.

"Nezuko!"

Her breathing is uneven, she wants to bite the man but she takes a deep, long breath and it starts slowing down until she appears more calm. Tanjiro is calling out to her... and she remembers something, someone else had told her that humans were to be protected and never harmed. But that voice wasn't the only one, her own self and her family were fighting against it as well. Telling her this isn't who she is. No, she doesn't want to bite the man... that wasn't her. She swiftly turns her head away with her eyes closed, ignoring the man as she fights the urge.

"Hmph!"

Sanemi stares, eyes widening at her clear display and steps back.

"Tell me what happened, " the master asks.

One of the girls speaks up. "The demon girl turned her head away in disgust, despite Shinazugawa stabbing her three times and then flaunting his bloody arm in her face. She restrained herself from biting him."

"There it is, undeniable proof that Nezuko won't attack." The master smiles softly. "Tanjiro, I'm sure even after this, there are some who can not accept Nezuko. Work towards changing their minds, prove to them that you and Nezuko can be helpful to our cause, by fighting as demon slayers."

Tanjiro gasps and falls to his hands and knees, bowing gratefully. He feels light... like he's floating, he's so relieved and happy.

"Go out and defeat a Twelve Kizuki. Do that, and you will be accepted by all. Your words will carry more weight as a result."

He stands back up, straightening his form. "Alright, my sister and I will defeat Kibutsuji! Rest assured, we will strike him down and stop this endless cycle of misery!"

"That is a bit ambitious for you two," the master's smile quirks upwards, "let's start by defeating a Twelve Kizuki first."

Tanjiro feels his face heat up in embarrassment. He got a little carried away there. "Yes, sir..!"

"We have concluded our business with you, Tanjiro. You may step back."

"If that's the case, master, allow me to take them into my abode." The woman with dark hair says, clapping her hands. "Alright then, take them away please!"

Footsteps come running from around the corner and two people dressed in black and white rush up to Tanjiro and Nezuko, swiftly taking them away.

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"Five times?! I gotta take this five times a day?! And I have to keep taking it for three months?! It's such a horribly bitter taste, too! I'm not gonna want to eat a single thing after taking that!! How is this stuff gonna restore my arms and legs!! I don't understand how that's gonna work!!!"

"Would you please stop shouting?!"

Tanjiro is being carried to a room by one of the people—a kakushi member—who came to retrieve him and Nezuko to take them to the Butterfly Mansion, where they'll be staying. He hears a commotion in the room as they get closer and as they enter the doorway he spots Zenitsu and his eyes start to tear up. The kakushi brings him further inside and closer to the bed where Zenitsu is babbling non-stop, throwing a fit over medicine.

"Zenitsu! What happened? Are you alright? Did you come up the mountain, too?!"

Zenitsu pauses his screeching and slowly turns towards him, eyes widening. "T-Tanjiro? Aaaaah!! It was terrible, Tanjiro, just awful! I got bit by this icky spider, and it really hurt!" He wails as he grabs onto his leg, sniffling pathetically.

The kakushi member sets him down next to Zenitsu and leaves. Tanjiro looks at Zenitsu and notices something is off about him...

"Did you.. get smaller or something?"

"I almost got turned into a spider, so my arms and legs are really short right now," Zenitsu explains.

"Oh.. and the others? Where are Inosuke and Y/n-san?"

"I don't know about Y/n-chan, but Inosuke is right over there," he says, pointing off the side.

Inosuke is laying in a bed quietly, not moving a single muscle or uttering a single word. No wonder he didn't notice him!

"Inosuke?! I'm glad you're safe.. I'm so relieved. Sorry, I couldn't rescue you," Tanjiro weeps, smiling at his friends.

"It's okay..." comes the gruff reply, sounding completely off, "don't worry about it."

"Your voice.. is that really you?"

"I heard he mangled his throat or something," Zenitsu helpfully supplies. "I don't know all the details, but I heard he got hit in the neck. And when he yelled at the top of his lungs sometimes after, that's what pushed him over the edge. Really messed him up, as you can hear."

"I'm sorry.. for being so weak," Inosuke grumbles sadly.

"Don't be sad! This isn't like you at all!"

"Yeah, there's nothing to worry about! I'm sure you did great."

He doesn't say anything else and continues to just lay there quietly before falling asleep, snoring softly. Zenitsu and Tanjiro share a look before Zenitsu starts freaking out about his medicine again because he doesn't remember if he took it or not. Tanjiro takes this moment to get changed into the new set of clothes laid out for him on another bed. Once done he dumbly looks around for you until he remembers what Zenitsu said when he asked about you and Inosuke. That's right, he said he didn't know where you were... he hadn't seen you. And Inosuke was out, so he couldn't ask him, he probably didn't know either. He can't help the twinge of panic settling in his chest at the thought of you not being here. Where were you? He promised that he'd take care of you and help you! But you're not here and it's becoming unbearable to not know.

Although his body aches horribly, he gets up and decides to go search for you. He sniffs the air but doesn't pick anything up which worries him even more as he clumsily makes his way out of the room. Hopefully his nose is just a little messed up and not picking up your scent, hopefully you're not gone. A girl comes across him and tries to get him to go back and rest, but he quickly tells her about you and he's relieved to hear that you are in fact here.

"I'm sorry.. but if it's no trouble at all, would you mind taking me to her, please?"

"Of course!"

The girl leads him down a series of halls, stopping to talk to a few people along the way—which drives him a little crazy—but he stays relatively calm and waits patiently because he knows you're here, so that means you're safe and probably fine. But.. he really wanted to see for himself and make sure that was true, so he can't quite help it when he fidgets around as he waits for the girl to stop talking, his smile strained. She notices his antsy movements and strained smile, and quickly apologizes before speeding away with him following behind as quickly as he can until she stops right in front of a door, slowly opening it to peek inside. She turns back around to nod and tells him he may enter as she holds the door open for him.

He takes a few shaky steps in, eyes roaming the room before they land on you sitting by a window, quietly looking outside. Your back is turned to them and you don't try to look at whoever entered your room, that is until he calls out to you softly. Your entire body freezes as you hold your breath and look over your shoulder, your face hidden behind your hair. It's so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Y/n—"

His words are cut off as you scramble from the window and are suddenly in front of him, clinging onto his form as your body shakes uncontrollably. You're crying and holding onto him so tightly, he barely catches himself to keep standing upright, his arms coming up to wrap around you. His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, his nose finally picking up your scent—sadness and fear—there was nothing before but now it's so strong that he almost chokes up. Your hands pull at his shirt in the back, fisting the material as you sob. Both of you sink to the ground where he lets you continue to let your emotions out, one hand splaying to gently rub over your back in soothing circles.

He can feel your tears seeping through but he doesn't mind at all, he's just happy you're safe and you didn't look like you were injured. But he does feel bad, you were obviously very sad and scared, but it wasn't for yourself... it was for them. He didn't quite realize how much he and the others could have possibly meant to you, and vice versa, but he knows now. You all hadn't known each other long, but you had bonded over the last couple days and it was enough to make you all care about each other. He had cried a little seeing Zenitsu and Inosuke, and now seeing you too is making him tear up again, his heart aching but warm. Maybe.. it wouldn't be too far-fetched to say that you were all becoming like family in a way.

He hears you sigh, exhaling shakily as you slowly sit up and remove yourself from him. Your hair is a mess and sticks to your face, where your tears have fallen and dried, and your eyes are slightly red as you rub at them. You push the strands away and finally look at him, your lips pursed as you blink the remaining tears away. Tanjiro doesn't notice his own hand is moving, his thumb wiping away the streaks from your cheek with a half-hearted smile, before he lets his hand fall and sighs.

"Y/n-san, I'm sorry..."

He knows you don't understand him so he places his hand over his heart, patting it a few times as he bends over, bowing a little while he repeats himself. You frown once you realize he's trying to convey how deeply sorry he is—apologizing, for what... you don't quite know—but you don't stop him. He was just doing what he does... he was so sweet and caring. It almost makes you mad with how nice he is, because there is no reason for him to be apologizing to you. If anything you should be the one apologizing, you were only in his and Inosuke's way on that mountain. They kept having to protect you and almost got killed while doing so!

Your frown deepens as you look away, muttering lowly. "I'm sorry, Tanjiro... you don't know what I'm saying, but I promise that I'm not gonna make you guys worry about me anymore."

It's time you start actually doing something instead of just thinking of it. You made a promise. You're not going to be some damsel-in-distress all the time, not anymore. They were helping you and you were going to help them as well, you can't just rely on others to do all the work. If you want to live in this world, you're going to have to learn and get stronger.

You look back at him to find him staring at you with a weird expression, it's strangely unreadable, but you at least know it's not bad because there's a tiny smile—although maybe a little confused looking. You both stand and you fix yourself up a bit before gaining his attention again.

"Inosuke? Zenitsu? Where are they?"

His eyes light up, smiling as he quickly nods and ushers you out the door. He leads you through a series of halls before he comes to a door and pushes it open, revealing the two men you'd asked about. You let out a relieved huff of air at the sight of them, safe and sound asleep. You step inside and he closes the door behind you, watching as you walk up to Zenitsu's side first. He's snoring lightly, a bubble of snot coming out of his nose and you scrunch your nose at it, smiling a little before you grab a nearby rag and wipe it away. He stirs awake, mumbling to himself as his eyes crack open. Once his vision clears up and sees you he gasps and immediately drags you down onto the bed and clings to you, blubbering away. You let him and pat his back comfortingly, silently chuckling.

"Waaaah, Y/n-chan, you're okaaaaay! I was so worried about you being in that dark, creepy forest on the mountain! There were so many spiders, they could have bit you and turned you into one of them!" He shoots back suddenly, small hands grabbing at your face and arms as he moves them around. "You didn't get bit, did you?! No, you look alright... BUT MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE DID?! ARE YOU FEELING COLD, HOT, OR ANYTHING TINGLY?!!"

"Shuddup, 'm tryna sleep..." a voice slurs, sounding groggy.

You slowly remove yourself from Zenitsu and pad over to Inosuke, curiously bending over to look at him, but his mask is on and hides his face so you have no idea if he was still awake or not. He just spoke, but he sounded so tired and hurt, so you wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep right away. You carefully hook your fingers under the mask and slowly lift it up and off, setting it to the side and turning back around to find him staring straight at you. You're a little startled but you smile at him softly, which turns down as you look him over a little more closely. His neck was bruised—no wonder his voice sounded more rough than usual. You glance over at the other two and notice all their bruises as well, your chest tightening. Your friends were hurt and it hurt you to see...

You have no idea what happened to Zenitsu, he should've been safe outside of the mountain but now that you really looked at him, his limbs looked messed up. Did he go in after you guys and get into trouble? And Tanjiro and Inosuke, you were with them so you know how their injuries came to be. But it doesn't make seeing them any less hard. At the moment, you don't notice those things, but now that you're all safe you can see their pain very clearly.

You turn back towards Inosuke, who's still looking at you, and you reach out to his hand lying by his side. His gaze never leaves you, even as you glance down to where you hold his hand with both of yours, trembling the slightest bit. You're glad he's okay... you really thought he was going to die. Tanjiro and Inosuke had fought hard, and then Inosuke had to fight alone. You tried to help by distracting the giant spider monster.. but what if you had actually made it worse? What if he had a plan and you ruined it? He had to save you from being chased and ended up in a really bad situation, but luckily someone had come by just in time to stop the horrifying monster from killing him.

You feel awful. You hate this. You're going to do better, become stronger. Starting tomorrow, you were going to figure that all out.

You glance back up to find his eyes closed, soft breaths fanning out as he sleeps. You're a little surprised he didn't try to shove you away, but perhaps he was too exhausted to do so. Oh well, you'll take it. You set his hand down and pat his head gently before going back to join Tanjiro and Zenitsu. They smile when you sit with them, stopping their conversation briefly. You all relax together, enjoying the peace as you stare at nothing and let your minds wonder.

You don't remember when it happened but all three of you had fallen asleep on Zenitsu's bed. Zenitsu was curled up at the top, with you partially on his chest and Tanjiro was close by, right behind you with one arm swung over your shoulder. You were also laying partially on him, his other arm to be exact. His poor arm was probably dead. You awoke in the middle of the night, as Inosuke had joined the mix. He had plopped himself right on top of you all, arms and legs spread wide as he snored away.

You just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Taisho Secrets

* Tanjiro's expression was weird because your scent confuses him sometimes. It can be really faint or strong and it changes very quickly. You were just sad and scared and then suddenly he got an overpowering whiff of determination and.. anger? There was a lot going on actually, he couldn't pick up exactly what you were feeling but he knows something in you was changing in that moment... and he thinks it was good?

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